Read
Angel
He'd call me an angel; tell me that my heart is pure. And I believed him. On the Felouka ride in the chilly dark night, he threw me a flower he'd...
- Read more about Angel
- Log in to post comments
- 731 reads
Cracker Salad
quick dish for the 4th of July
- Read more about Cracker Salad
- Log in to post comments
- 184 reads
Nenad
until its too late,you don't know what you have.or rather what you had. memories,the bitter sweet...and the ones you wish to forget...turn out to be...
- Read more about Nenad
- Log in to post comments
- 740 reads
No Comment
NO COMMENT. sneak Don't comment on this poem. It would only cause me pain. All I ever wanted - was a cherry by my name. A feeling of belonging...
- Read more about No Comment
- Log in to post comments
- 879 reads
HOUSEPLANT
The uncanny relationship between an old woman and her plant.
- Read more about HOUSEPLANT
- Log in to post comments
- 1380 reads
It's never enough
An unsatisfied view of life
- Read more about It's never enough
- Log in to post comments
- 437 reads
Iceberg
The girl on the Train who ever elludes me
- Read more about Iceberg
- Log in to post comments
- 599 reads
Witch
I'm not evil, stop calling me that. I don't worship the devil, it doesn't exist. I don't make sacrifices, that's just wrong. No, I'm not like you...I...
- Read more about Witch
- Log in to post comments
- 456 reads
Prison/Prep
ok so i am known for over reacting but it my opinion
- Read more about Prison/Prep
- Log in to post comments
- 523 reads
The Gathering
A musing in a forest and a conversation with a bug.
- Read more about The Gathering
- Log in to post comments
- 464 reads
The Thursday Poem
That day of the week when you realise everything.
- Read more about The Thursday Poem
- Log in to post comments
- 229 reads
My Life in a Picnic
What happens after you say what you'd always wanted to, but had been too afraid before.
- Read more about My Life in a Picnic
- Log in to post comments
- 235 reads
F: Height of Fashion
Things happen for a reason. All things. Happen for a reason. You have to cut the reason loose from an incident, peel it like an old sticking plaster...
- Read more about F: Height of Fashion
- Log in to post comments
- 983 reads
Dawn of first the time
OOOzed
- Read more about Dawn of first the time
- Log in to post comments
- 1429 reads