'Untitled' | penciltopaperseries | Poetry He has to catch his breath when he sees me.I watch his eyes dance and his cheeks turnbubblegum pink.He speaks quiet and slow, in hopes to make the momentlast longer,and when I walk awayhis heart longsfor our next encounter.How lovely it would beif I felt the same.
'7/24/2018' | islandofcomplexity | Poetry To you I am just a bag of bones Wrapped up in porcelain skin I may be the portrait of your highest coveted trophyTo you I am just flesh to be possessedBut to me you were my greatest giftAnd when I held you, you were more than just a beating heartMore than [...]
Finding Love on Vacation | alexandralinnn | Short Story So there I was, my last day of vacation, sitting in the same lounger I’ve been in for thirteen days... It had been an amazing vacation, the best really, although I still hadn’t met anyone to talk to and remember from my vacation. Every year I [...]
The Road I Travel | jumpingjulespoetry | Poetry "The road I travel is sinkingAn avalanche of rubbleMy summit draped in thickening fogAn unforgiving path ready to pounceBut yet still I climbThis road shudders with every stepBeckons me towards the perilous edgeOffering an unsympathetic hand A single flower struggles to bloomIt stands weak but aliveI'm ashamed [...]