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Created by Alstromeria about 1 hour ago
the setting
sun
between
two trees
leaves
half in shade
Created by Alstromeria about 2 hours ago
i walk into the grotto
by moonlight
near my mother’s house
it is winter
Created by theindianunderdog about 4 hours ago
Family,clan,
country,ethnicity,community;to consolidate my identity,
Created by FrakKevin about 5 hours ago
Parked across the street in Drevan’s blue Jeep, He and Milo monitored the house of Amanda Boyd, the fiancée of
Created by jalubcarrey
about 6 hours ago
Do we duel through calloused eyes,
on sharp rocked shoals
covered by frothing,
 
Created by jonationmusic about 8 hours ago
‘The Brightest Star’, written by Jo Sandow
Blacked out night,
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Created by Jedikid129 about 11 hours ago
“I guess I’m the one who’s responsible for everything.” As she begins, Lauren turns her shifty, ner
Created by JPatrickAusanka about 13 hours ago
"Dealing in words is more dangerous than playing with fire. Words have their own ways of intoxicating you."
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Created by Alex_Bruinekool about 14 hours ago
I sit,
slightly hunched over,
Pall Mall in my left hand,
listening to Gail Pettis
Created by Alex_Bruinekool about 14 hours ago
The slow drone of a funeral march sets in
as I watch you
sitting on the table,
kicking
Created by FrakKevin about 17 hours ago
Drevan looked over at Milo who sat in the passenger’s seat. “Are you scared?”
Smiling, Milo
Created by FrakKevin about 17 hours ago
Drevan entered the precinct, realizing for the first time it didn’t emulate the temperature outside. Cool air blowing
Created by FrakKevin about 17 hours ago
Wiping away sweat, Sherriff Alcoy ran his hairy plump hands over his baldhead. The creaking ceiling fans provided little ai
Created by serialroomarranger about 20 hours ago
The other day I was sitting at the kitchen table remembering when our boys were young. Clayton (our youngest) wit
Created by l13dj13 about 23 hours 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
Created by bbark about 24 hours ago
Picture your life from another perspective, not as a deity. No, look at it from an unbiased-self. Picture your last two day
Created by asmishra 1 day ago
Sometime it is very important to spend some valuable time with famil
Created by Maryliza 1 day ago
Flecks of joy in his eyes,
I see him, there’s no disguise.
Oh happy captivator,
<
Created by Maryliza 1 day ago
Knowledge of no inquisition
possibility of no limit,
Admiration of such grace
withou
Created by Maryliza 1 day ago
I just met a man
and I’m already his,
I’m not normally like this
it̵
Created by JPatrickAusanka 1 day ago
Once I thought growing up
was measured in the tic marks
on my grandmother’s door frame
Created by jalubcarrey
1 day ago
We sailed into what looked like a random port after several weeks at sea. In my own mind I found it more and mor
Created by teenagewasteland 1 day ago
Come, let’s warm our hands by the fire
and bring our blood back to life.Let the wild
Created by LadyMactans 1 day ago
They were watching TV, again. Not really watching, just staring. Together time, again. Holding hands, sort of. He rea
Created by Elithian 1 day ago
As I round the last few laps
Of this devastating race,
Sans children, sans parents, sans meaning<
Created by gypsiegrl 1 day ago
Please be silent and give me peace
It is with this simple act that I can forget you
To continue on
Created by serialroomarranger 1 day ago
Returning Home.
Our oldest Son, Taylor, moved back home this past weekend. Honestly, from a mother’s poi
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