- Another sleepless night When thoughts of you take over Truth be told You're in my mind and heart Touching my very soul Peaceful with blood boiling desires Searching to be accepted No...
By: maryruth |
Category: Musings |
Score: 5|
Added: 29 Jul 2018
- Julian bought the girl at an auction. Cheap. She was thin and small with auburn hair that covered half of her back. Her hip bones jutted out and her ribs showed. He could count her vertebrae. She wa...
By: Ava |
Category: Drama |
Score: 5|
Added: 24 Jul 2017
- I felt locked away, in a room with no windows, no door, no escape Pounding upon the padded walls, silent echoes of my screams Rainbow drops of tears sliding down my cheek, splashing upon the cold har...
By: John_Doe |
Category: Poetry |
Score: 5|
Added: 29 Jan 2017
- I see you in my own mind's eye Half awake and trying hard not to cry You face away towards the wall The bed clothes rise, and then they fall. You breathe and let out a great big sigh You think to you...
By: Martin |
Category: Poetry |
Score: 5|
Added: 04 Jan 2017
- She's a puzzle girl with short grey hair, soft as a feather Don't try to understand her, she'll just quote you the weather Play with her mind and you might get a glimpse of her long legs Play with he...
By: gillianleeza |
Category: Poetry |
Score: 5|
Added: 02 Mar 2016
- Staring up into the night sky stars Little points of light, shining in the darkness Tiny and small, yet grand and majestic Too far to ever reach, too present to possibly ignore Each point compl...
By: Sicarium |
Category: Poetry |
Score: 5|
Added: 18 Jun 2015
- Understanding the human mind isn't difficult as compared to understanding the human heart. The heart is crazier than the mind. Mind is black and white, but the heart is gray. You apply your mind to de...
By: azuma |
Category: Musings |
Score: 5|
Added: 26 Dec 2014
- My bare toes curling in warm sand Your arms around me, time unplanned To feel the impulse of your thoughts Which whisper up from depths opaque Our minds are one soft rippling lake. The impulse o...
By: Nile |
Category: Poetry |
Score: 4.8|
Added: 18 Jun 2014
- Lately, I find myself staring. A whole world and all I do is stare. But I’m not staring anywhere, not even into space. It’s all blank, I have no inclination, no inspiration. Even this poem is taking...
By: Circle_Something |
Category: Poetry |
Score: 5|
Added: 11 Apr 2014
- Boredom has suppressed me far too long, it is now time to engulf this unpleasant feeling and channel it into a sort of amusing act. A 17 year old girl named Trixie. Brunette, a people-pleaser type ...
By: tricksternell |
Category: Micro Fiction |
Score: 5|
Added: 17 Dec 2013
- An angel watches over me. Knowing all about who I be. Never, am I far from her sight. Though dark, she is always trite. Her gaze I can't prevaricate. Indiscretion she does mitigate. Always wel...
By: CKAcres |
Category: Poetry |
Score: 5|
Added: 04 Jul 2013
- I've been locked up inside of this house. It's muggy and filled with toxic air. I go insane trapped behind these walls, No one to love, and no way to receive. For I’m thirsty for the knowledg...
By: Poppet |
Category: Poetry |
Score: 4.9|
Added: 27 Jun 2013
- The day was dreary, wet and cool. Thoughts passed to the future, What would ensue. My friend wondered what we would be If Samsara was true And we returned. I will have achieved Nirvana, Repl...
By: Survivor |
Category: Poetry |
Score: 5|
Added: 26 Apr 2013
- Flowing through this pen in such a rhythm, I wonder how these words stay preserved on paper. For in my mind they have faded faster than they appeared, and the picture they once painted is no longer cl...
By: LauraToepf |
Category: Musings |
Score: 3.6|
Added: 26 Feb 2013
- Jumpin' out of the shower, lookin' in the mirror I sees whiskers not dark brown, wild hairs grow'n ears, brows n' nose. Skin not so tight neither, face withered up like a punkin that's seen to muc...
By: CKAcres |
Category: Poetry |
Score: 4.7|
Added: 22 Feb 2013
- Games as a child we are taught many things, some of us learn and play better than the rest of us. games board games card games games of chance as a adult games take on a different twist games...
By: fuzzy1954 |
Category: Poetry |
Score: 4.8|
Added: 27 Nov 2012
- Mirror mirror on the wall. Why is it the good must fall? Does this world demand sacrifice? Only from those with secret sins and vice. This world its choices are not to clear. Everyone can play this ...
By: Jester |
Category: Poetry |
Score: 5|
Added: 07 Nov 2012
- Good morning stars-- again our orbits cross and I see your worlds high above my life, my eyes touching you millions of miles away where we meet each dawn, your burning worlds swirling, ...
By: Sisyphus |
Category: Poetry |
Score: 5|
Added: 03 May 2012
- I turned left following the path that led away from the corridor outside the dusty room. The walls were tinged red and cast a ghostly glow. Walking further down the path the faint odor of vinegar grew...
By: Daalmonette1980 |
Category: Horror |
Score: 4.3|
Added: 17 Jul 2011
- The smell of earth and dust made me cough and sneeze. Shifting my body I noticed I lay on a hard, gritty surface. When I opened my eyes I saw motes of dust in the shaft of light above me. It was comin...
By: Daalmonette1980 |
Category: Horror |
Score: 4.3|
Added: 16 Jul 2011
- It felt like tiny fireworks were exploding inside my skull. My skin was crawling and my mouth went dry. I scanned the room for a weapon. Anything! Something! I needed to move. I ran to the far side of...
By: Daalmonette1980 |
Category: Horror |
Score: 5|
Added: 15 Jul 2011
- They tried to kill me again. I did not eat, because they dose the food. I did not drink the beverage because they laced the drink I am sure. Forget sleeping. They make rounds like every hour. So easy ...
By: Daalmonette1980 |
Category: Horror |
Score: 5|
Added: 12 Jul 2011
- I like this light that streams in through my window and fills my heart I don’t know what time of the day it is, or where I am. I can’t seem to attribute this light to any particular time or ...
By: alexfenris |
Category: Poetry |
Score: 5|
Added: 16 Jun 2011
- You wake up and you aren't happy to be in the same place...the same 50 inch room with the same beds and the same damn windows and the same fucking hard, wooden floor. And you're sick of all those voic...
By: Patrick |
Category: Musings |
Score: 5|
Added: 27 May 2011