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How does this twist your thoughts?
By Jon Cott
A very unusual case of insomnia befalls a man from Pennsylvania.
Short Story | Updated Jul 10, 2011 | Reads: 13 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Arthur never wanted this. He never meant to fall for another man. Julian was the only one for him. Arthur never expected that one accidental slip of the lips, would lead to the affair. But he certainly never expected the affair to lead to this...
This is a companion story to Insomnia; done by...
A short poem about ridding romantic love and even begging for it to leave. (note: this is just a random poem it is not completely based off of how I feel)
Poetry | Updated Jun 18, 2011 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 6
Without knowing the cause, Ian finds himself awake and wandering on a very ordinary night. He writes of the night as a life-changing event, depicting a mystify experience as he merely walks down a street and meets a girl. As he writes, he struggles to truly capture the significance of his...
It was all I dream, I used to read wardrobe magazines.
Short Story | Updated May 12, 2011 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 6
By High School Poet
My first poem I'll be uploading. If it's any guess, I wrote it one night when I couldn't really sleep and was feeling rather frustrated at everything. I appreciate any advice or constructive criticism you have, and if you comment I will try to the best of my abilities to repay the favor! All in...
Insomnia, nostalgia, lost love, dawn, remembrance
By Lauren Stevens
Written about secrets and struggle
By Allie Apathy
Poetry | Updated Mar 24, 2011 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
just a little something to put me to sleep.
Poetry | Updated Mar 16, 2011 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
I'm Terra (Melodie). I'm also Echo (Paranoia), Luna (Insomnia), Haze (Anxiety), Eden (Melancholia), Siren (Psychosis), and Epitaph (Suicide). Over the years, I have acquired many friends -- my mental illnesses. They're me. They're my friends. Some have stayed. Some have left. Purge, my EDNOS,...
Just another sleepless night.
Poetry | Updated Feb 7, 2011 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
There will be an army of skeletons toting around guns and shaking with their fear and nerves, and the sand will still be stirring in little whip-like motions.