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When Darkness Takes

- When darkness takes, its grip holds tight Restraining me, yet out of sight I punch and scream, but can’t break free While all along, it laughs at me It mocks me so like I have choice Teases my hope...

By: Ping | Category: Poetry | Score: 5| Added: 13 Dec 2017

Broken Ink

- She is cracked and dry Shards of what Should be. Empty air does not live here, A harsh lit space of nothingness Where blinding white Scours reject sides And spears of broken Stab the world. The wind...

By: Daisy | Category: Poetry | Score: 5| Added: 07 Aug 2017

Moth in the Jar

- I am the moth in the jar Hammering hard against glass As it warms in the sunrise and Bakes in the heat On my fragile dry leaf Of unfortunate soul Ever flipping itself To get out And to breathe. Wher...

By: Daisy | Category: Poetry | Score: 5| Added: 01 Jun 2017

Lunacy

- Its covert voyage has disguise Under currents harbor decree Stalking flow to all the humbled Intent on catching those lonely Glimmer lures the weakened ones Hope’s reflection of what might be Cunnin...

By: Ping | Category: Poetry | Score: 5| Added: 07 Feb 2017

Ebb & Flow

- The night continues to fall and I become one with the shadows.  Struggling to stay afloat, I am stranded in this unrelenting flow waiting for an ebb that never comes. This tide is not turning. A da...

By: sweetangel | Category: Poetry | Score: 5| Added: 21 Sep 2016

Voice of Insanity

- You believe me if I told you a story, Of a girl who was so lonely, She would break her own heart To keep from falling in love. You might think this strange, Maybe she is deranged, Purposely...

By: Rebellious_Soul | Category: Poetry | Score: 4.9| Added: 08 Oct 2015

I Am The Stranger

- I am the stranger in my house This wretched run-down shack This hovel with pests and peeling paint and dirt floors from front to back Shards of glass from long broken windows Litter the furni...

By: ACCooper | Category: Poetry | Score: 5| Added: 10 Nov 2013

How perfect it can be

- His eyes a soft blue, elegant and bright, hair darker than black and slightly curled just right. He has an aftershave, maybe he will grow it out. He is waiting for me, a preferred form than all the a...

By: Rebellious_Soul | Category: Micro Fiction | Score: 5| Added: 15 Sep 2013

V-Sign to the Sunshine, Stripy Socks and Gingas

- This musing only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. Sometimes I feel that the world is a graceless place. Well, alright, I always feel that. For me, ev...

By: Daisy | Category: Musings | Score: 5| Added: 19 Aug 2013 Editor's Pick

Hopeless Flight

- I’m running, fleeing in fear. It hunts, it stalks, and it’s relentless. Not machine, beast or man. Alone I face it. I can’t hide. No armor or fortress is protection. No bullet or blade can harm ...

By: rolandlytle | Category: Poetry | Score: 5| Added: 31 Jan 2013