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  • Looking at Street Lamps

    from murisopsis - 1 minute ago
    Mankind is constantly attempting to create and recreate elements in our world and then bend them to our will. As examples, animals have developed chemicals to ward off predators and the sun provides heat and light. These...
  • Looking for Originality

    from murisopsis - 1 minute ago
    Last week I watched a movie that had been highly recommended. My thought at the conclusion was that it was just another remake of an earlier successful movie. The cast was different, the writers updated th...
  • Underground Railroad Poem

    from cloudcrash - 12 hours ago
    What if amber and red ruby flares start coloring the cars, and the tunnels and trains, (and our body parts) are shaking really hard? Will we still have broken muscles in our eyes, that can’t make contact with eac...
  • "Dark, bleeding, throbbing, blood pooling...nearby."

    from hubbaduh - 13 hours ago
    Dark, bleeding, throbbing, blood dripping ...down. Slowly... drip drip drip. It begins to pool. My breath is steady. *slice* My heart rate quickens. Dark, bleeding, throbbing, blood pooling ...nearby. T...
  • The Meeting

    from DangerouslyOblivious - 14 hours ago
      Frantic scribblings of passion fill the CANVAS to the brim of his hat, tilted low in polite greetings hiding his eyes beneath strands of copper hair casually tucked behind ears in attempts to appear calm after frenzi...
  • The "Right" Answer

    from DangerouslyOblivious - 14 hours ago
      hidden betwixt and between camera lenses and reality is where I coexist with feelings and ideas, thoughts and abstractions swirling through clouds and water droplets in ponds mixing, mixing, mixed into one dream of f...
  • Entry 42

    from cambodian07 - 16 hours ago
    Something simple.Something short. -- Draft.One Weathered skies to forget the sighs. Closed eyes, from all the lies. Hidden is the pain keeping me sane Seemingly vain but not yet insane. To have and to hold is pretty...
  • My Little Miracle - An Endearing Tale of Babyhood!

    from momaroo@momaroo - 24 hours ago
    I hold him in my arms, watching his small face break out into a smile. He plays with his hands, pointing and trying to talk. He laughs when I tickle him, he squirms when I have to change him. He doesn't smile whe...
  • [No Title]

    from exhale_whispers - 2 days ago
    Where are the words to say, for a poem that's written this way? A rhyming in code, with a joke in its mode, I'm hoping you'll come in and stay. Time is our guest and leaves. Offended, we can't believe. Why should we get...