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By Evan Musto
My first attempt at poetry. Comment your thoughts on it's meaning.
Poetry | Updated Dec 12, 2014 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
By David Clark
The unknown is a fearful concept, but can be overcome. We cannot escape it, only find comfort somewhere within it. Take the journey through the great divide of existence, and find where you are.
My first experiment with abstract metaphysical literature where I speak about existence and absolute truth.
This is a work of abstract poetry I wrote. I was inspired by the hardship of mental illness and a spiritual crisis.
This short bit expresses the sense convolution and anxiety in which I have been feeling as of late.
All criticism is much appreciated (and encouraged) - please be constructive, I am a new writer!
An abstract poem constructed from different online comments regarding time.
Poetry | Updated Mar 26, 2014 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
Falling deeper into a William Boroughs governed underworld, my mind is washed up on a shore of homage paying and mental inadequacies. Let's go through the looking glass.
Short Story | Updated Jan 15, 2014 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
I was perusing through a gallery when I came up with this.
Don't ask me where this title came from. I just gave a title which reflects the uncertainty and the confusion of the poem. It is basically a poem of opposites and the edges of feelings.
This is a story designed to give a second view. I won't say what on, as that gives away the ending. It was my first short story ever written, and is rather 'abstract'.
By Benjamin Demontalt Aka Joseph Hicks
"The Wonderer's Asylum" It's an autobiographical fantasy... tells the spiritual journey of the universe. A series of questions and riddles. Looking for your own answers and asking your own questions. Allows one to wonder on a quest through a magical space and enhances ones imagination and...
Here is a story about an old man.
It is a poem about looking forward vs. looking back...
It is a short poem about a candle...
By Zsuzsika Sk
A story of raw passion...a succubus devouring her victim...me maybe.