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By Poetic Reflections
This one is about a conversation that we put off for far too long.
Poetry | Updated Nov 24, 2015 | Reads: 18 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 1
By Kaira Winters
Involves some words.
Poetry | Updated Oct 11, 2015 | Reads: 14 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By Jeff Bezaire
Sometimes we wish dreams were the reality.
By Jeff Bezaire
Many believe it's easy to become what you want to be, like flicking on a light switch. It's more difficult than that.
Poetry | Updated Jul 16, 2015 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By Emmet Braun
Is time travel possible I think yes and they are sending messages back as we speak. Beyond 2000 a TV show in 1999 with Gillian Anderson, In the program she said they are already doing it sending messages and film footage back in time. They send a beam into space and when it return its one week...
A Journey in to the world of your inner mind,
One man goes on a quest to figure out why he's trapped in what he thinks is a dream, what will chris do what will he find, will you discover something true to you?
By Evangelina Samuell
These are my haunted dreams. I've been having them for... so long. Make them stop.
Poetry | Updated May 17, 2015 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
Always caught in a dream
Poetry | Updated May 17, 2015 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Shannan Browne
Say what you need to say ... even if you are trembling... even if it is so difficult to get it out... somehow, say it, write it, type it, release it, our souls have but a brief time in this moment
The vines in you're heart want you to escape this world. Will you listen to them?
Conscience is our souls engine. We need it. We always need it. In order of living a rich life of joy or perhaps grieffe we better spread it all over our soul, our heart, our mind. We better keep it awake because with out it we are lost, we are devastated , we will never find some where we belong...
By Nicolas Diaz Guevara
Her claws gripped on my flesh as I felt my soul get out of my body, and I fell, to the cold ground, I was half asleep half awake, within a dream...
about the best awakening I remember so far
Poetry | Updated Jun 9, 2014 | Reads: 13 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
By Nocturnal Ponderings
A poem with a creepy feel and a specific structure. Rhyming and structure. Rare for me, but the rhythm was inspired by Poe,