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My mind is as barren as the Sahara. Nothing. Dry. Empty.
By Cory Scott
Poem about a lonely spirit.
Poetry | Updated Jul 2, 2015 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Sara Battaglia
This poem is inspired by nature. It is the first in a collection of elemental poems. To me, wind represents gossip, wonder, and wandering.
The word itinerant comes from the Latin word 'iter' for journey. A theme in my life has been this wandering, from place to place physically, but more so in other ways. This poem is a way of expressing this feeling of restlessness in the knowledge that this life is incredibly fleeting, and this...
Just another day.
By Nikolai Winter
A character introduction I did for a group story that never happened. One day I might have time to focus on him more and finish his tale, but that would be in the future.
Short Story | Updated Nov 3, 2013 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
I've been thinking about writing a story all my life about this person (just like me), but who lives in another time and another place. I've never gotten around to maybe taking the creation of this story seriously, but I thought now would be the time. It is a story of many stories. How a few...
WANDERING TEENAGER ON A LOST CAUSE. TIME TO RE-VISIT AND RE-ARRANGE HIS PRIORITIES.
As an immigrant, living in a foreign society really clashes with any notion of home that you have back in your homeland. You never know what you lost until the end.
Poetry | Updated Aug 15, 2013 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Short reflective poem, written during the 1980s
Poetry | Updated Aug 1, 2013 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Maximum Red
I wrote this when i was in a dark place at the age thirteen. it seems those years were somehow my darkest writings.
Road that symbolizes life and death
Poetry | Updated Apr 29, 2013 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
my soul yet bleeds from the cruel reality that necessitates such a work
This is about when you have to choose which path to take, running in circles, your bound to choose sometime.
the tragic tale of a man in trapped in the depths of madness