Publish. Read. Get Read.
Random First Lines:Is a story about a person who was physically something but mentally another and he couldn't find himself in a man's body so he decided he wanted... » Read
By Julius Jules
No matter what religion or spiritual tradition you may follow, if you believe in God, or spirits for that matter, you will probably agree with this. We are the mediums of peace.
Poetry | Updated Jan 1, 2009 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 1
Commentary on where we go when we sleep, what we dream, what we see and where we are. Posturing the argument that when sleeping we are in another world or within another plane. Non-physical, non-human and free.
Holding each other....
haha, i really liek this one.
i got the original idea when i was about 9 or 10, from a chapter title in a book. haha, i guess it just stuck.
Poetry | Updated Aug 22, 2008 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
By Jesi Babe
My Aunt Diane was diagnosed with cancer awhile ago. She's hung in longer than we all planed, for she decided not to do chemo or use a new drug that would help the chances of her survival. They caught the cancer very quickly, but she's deciding not to fight it... I think she's scared...We're...
By To The World A Black Balloon
Another brick in the living shadow All inhale the downward spiral
am I insane?
By Ezeh Chibuoke
'Smiles in the morning
As warm as sunshine
Kisses when I lay down at night
And 2 loving arms
To console me
I should be scared, it's so right
I was texting my girlfriend, and i kept thinking of random romantic quotes, so i just went back and stuck them all together, and it seemed to go together alright.
By Alexander Arnell
This story is a fictional interaction of real people who fought and died in the Texas Revolution during the Goliad Campaign in March 25, 1843. The Goliad Campaign was a series of battles, which led to the Goliad Massacre. Troops from Mexico defeated the Texian forces during a run of different...
You are my air; you are the oxygen I breathe. You are the sails to my boat; you are the piece of my heart I've been missing. How could I ever let you go? How could I survive without you?
A poem of repayment.
Poetry | Updated Apr 1, 2008 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
a traditional haiku of 3 lines only with a 5-7-5 syllable format. True love makes any day better!
another poem because of my newest lack of inspiration. hope you like it. but if i don't get inspiration soon i will have nothing to write about. well...
violent waves crash upon the rocks
demon tides try to pull ships near
Standing there in a sensual gown,
wet hair flowing over shoulders.