by Ariana The date that haunts every month. Everytime the day comes, I can only think about you.Days turned to weeks turned to months and will turn to years. That nostalgia plays everytime I hear you.The words you sang, the words you screamed that shaped my childhood.Others cry at your words, I used to. Now I smile, … Continue reading You Are There
by Lia V. Have you ever sat in front of your computer wishing you knew what to write? Wishing you could will the words to write themselves? Have you ever abandoned a story because of the pressure that you’ve gotten to write it? Those feelings are nothing new. Every author has, at one point in … Continue reading It’s Your Story
by Theriddlemaster Dear future self,Are you healthy?Have you helped anyone?Saved any lives?Did you publish your first book?Your second?Has your writing improved?What about your vocabulary?Have you made any new friends?Is your best friend still your best friend? Was she a sham?Have you visited Australia?Moved to Canada?Did you get a pet newt?Have you met all your cousins?Have … Continue reading Year From Now
by Abigail M. As I lay there breathing,I’ve never realized how lucky I am to be living.So many people take the little things for granted,We never realize how lucky we are to even live on this planet. From breathing, to walking, to eating, to talking.These daily life necessities,When some are living with unfortunate disabilities.How lucky we … Continue reading Grateful
by Hope His blue shoes, were nothing special, they weren't even new. But they complimented his blue eyes so well. that he took the breath away from not just a few, but me too. With his smile, and those beautiful blue shoes, that everyone loved, what could a girl do but love him too.
by 강한 믿음 I'm floating within a galaxy surrounded by a melody. Only I can feel what vibrations it gives me. Everything I was, am, and could be creates a song telling our story. Only hear what it speaks to me. Though I'll never know what it means to you. The same words bring a … Continue reading Untitled
by InfernoMarshmallow Are they trying to be sly?I can hear their deceit It’s louder than I They fumble to ask whyWhen they know I’ve known Are they trying to be sly? At night their voices make me cryBut though I try to ignore themIt’s louder than I When I think I know them, they lieHas it been … Continue reading Fiends