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Created by NoodleGirlsie about 2 hours ago
My mind runs circles
I wish I was out
with my drunk, juvenile friends
(And their drunk<
Created by NoodleGirlsie about 2 hours ago
[Prologue:]
“Astrid I’m leaving you.” He stood beside one bulging suitcase looking sort of a
Created by underneathsmiles about 6 hours ago
Princess of Baine
Chapter 1 – Plans of Discord
The sun shook off its comatose state and greet
Created by theindianunderdog about 11 hours ago
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Humor/Satire / PLEASE READ THIS!
Created by hvy_mtl8089 about 11 hours ago
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Poetry / i don't know if I can but i will
Created by Alstromeria about 23 hours ago
i walk into the grotto
by moonlight
near my mother’s house.
it is winter
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Haiku/Senryu / glory
Created by Alstromeria about 23 hours ago
the Wind
reclaims the tall tree
that stands alone
Broken
but not conque![]()
Poetry / host tree
Created by Alstromeria about 23 hours ago
when
the ips beetle
pierces the bark
the ambrosia beetle
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Poetry / technology
Created by Alstromeria about 23 hours ago
when the power is on
and disruption takes place
a sudden resurgence
of power
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Poetry / trout fishing
Created by Alstromeria about 23 hours ago
for Ivan
i stood in
up to my neck
just for us to know
how deep it was.<![]()
Poetry / "Real Change"
Created by Alstromeria about 23 hours ago
a newspaper sold to benefit
the homeless in Seattlee pluribus unum
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Haiku/Senryu / for Ivan
Created by Alstromeria about 23 hours ago
frost on the grass
a good day for training
fully nude
with bare feet
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Poetry / annuals
Created by Alstromeria about 23 hours ago
sleep in the soil
for one season only
thrust like spears
the first few inches
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Poetry / God Save the Kings: A Poetic Response
Created by inxthexpinesx about 24 hours ago
Cue Hamlet,
stumbling through the shadow
of the valley of lunacy
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Poetry / God Save the Kings: A Poetic Response
Created by inxthexpinesx 1 day ago
Cue Hamlet,
stumbling through the shadow
of the valley of madness.
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Haiku/Senryu / the middle way
Created by Alstromeria 1 day ago
the setting
sun
between
two trees
leaves
half in shade
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Sci Fi & Fantasy / Knew Campton 2-Ch 4 of 4
Created by FrakKevin 1 day ago
Parked across the street in Drevan’s blue Jeep, He and Milo monitored the house of Amanda Boyd, the fiancée of
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Poetry / Stopped
Created by jalubcarrey
1 day ago
Do we duel through calloused eyes,
on sharp rocked shoals
covered by frothing,
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Poetry / The Brightest Star
Created by jonationmusic 1 day ago
‘The Brightest Star’, written by Jo Sandow
Blacked out night,
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Sci Fi & Fantasy / Leyline chapter 9
Created by Jedikid129 1 day ago
“I guess I’m the one who’s responsible for everything.” As she begins, Lauren turns her shifty, ner
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Poetry / Dealing in Words
Created by JPatrickAusanka 1 day ago
"Dealing in words is more dangerous than playing with fire. Words have their own ways of intoxicating you."
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Poetry / And What a Night it is
Created by Alex_Bruinekool 1 day ago
I sit,
slightly hunched over,
Pall Mall in my left hand,
listening to Gail Pettis
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Poetry / Smoke Stains
Created by Alex_Bruinekool 1 day ago
The slow drone of a funeral march sets in
as I watch you
sitting on the table,
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Sci Fi & Fantasy / Knew Campton 2-Ch 3 of 4
Created by FrakKevin 1 day ago
Drevan looked over at Milo who sat in the passenger’s seat. “Are you scared?”
Smiling, Milo
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Sci Fi & Fantasy / Knew Campton 2-Ch1 & 2 of 4
Created by FrakKevin 1 day ago
Drevan entered the precinct, realizing for the first time it didn’t emulate the temperature outside. Cool air blowing
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Sci Fi & Fantasy / Knew Campton 1-Ch1 & 2 of 4
Created by FrakKevin 1 day ago
Wiping away sweat, Sherriff Alcoy ran his hairy plump hands over his baldhead. The creaking ceiling fans provided little ai
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Journal, Diary, & Blogging / Molded, Shaped and Formed by the Father's Love
Created by serialroomarranger 1 day ago
The other day I was sitting at the kitchen table remembering when our boys were young. Clayton (our youngest) wit
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Journal, Diary, & Blogging / i really dont know
Created by l13dj13 2 days ago
He stares at me and tells me how beautiful I am, yet still I don’t feel it. I don’t feel the love that he procl
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