|
501 |
Apology |
Poem |
2018 |
300 |
6 years ago |
|
502 |
Wriggling through rust |
Poem |
2018 |
250 |
6 years ago |
|
503 |
Are they... |
Poem |
2018 |
314 |
6 years ago |
|
504 |
hims... |
Poem |
2018 |
219 |
6 years ago |
|
505 |
Where did all the love go? |
Poem |
2018 |
336 |
6 years ago |
|
506 |
Mind theft |
Poem |
2018 |
292 |
6 years ago |
|
507 |
black cats are cool too |
Poem |
2018 |
226 |
6 years ago |
|
508 |
Do I have to say, please, then? |
Poem |
2018 |
322 |
6 years ago |
|
509 |
Waving Octagon Signs |
Poem |
Under spelling |
304 |
6 years ago |
|
510 |
Her eyes still cried |
Poem |
2018 |
302 |
6 years ago |
|
511 |
To be hooved... |
Poem |
Under spelling |
295 |
6 years ago |
|
512 |
Blast of freedom |
Poem |
2018 |
339 |
6 years ago |
|
513 |
Endsong |
Poem |
2018 |
302 |
6 years ago |
|
514 |
nature takes you away |
Poem |
2018 |
331 |
6 years ago |
|
515 |
Judicial |
Poem |
2018 |
321 |
6 years ago |
|
516 |
Shit eaters...multiplied |
Poem |
2018 |
256 |
6 years ago |
|
517 |
if we knew what |
Poem |
2018 |
293 |
6 years ago |
|
518 |
In the lines of fire |
Poem |
2018 |
190 |
6 years ago |
|
519 |
bugeater |
Poem |
2018 |
212 |
6 years ago |
|
520 |
Dead watch |
Poem |
2018 |
233 |
6 years ago |
|
521 |
A meal of her |
Poem |
2018 |
254 |
6 years ago |
|
522 |
Unmoving |
Poem |
2018 |
141 |
6 years ago |
|
523 |
nameless |
Poem |
2018 |
212 |
6 years ago |
|
524 |
Restraint |
Poem |
2018 |
179 |
6 years ago |
|
525 |
unfair they were |
Poem |
2018 |
194 |
6 years ago |
|
526 |
stuffed crab |
Poem |
2018 |
212 |
6 years ago |
|
527 |
coyote, coyote, coyote |
Poem |
2018 |
207 |
6 years ago |
|
528 |
creeeeaaaakkk... |
Poem |
2018 |
200 |
6 years ago |
|
529 |
The things my fingers have to say while talking to myself |
Poem |
2018 |
191 |
6 years ago |
|
530 |
opening this book |
Poem |
2018 |
207 |
6 years ago |
|
531 |
shrugged |
Poem |
2018 |
197 |
6 years ago |
|
532 |
p.s. |
Poem |
2018 |
206 |
6 years ago |
|
533 |
all things balance out |
Poem |
2018 |
277 |
6 years ago |
|
534 |
A letter to my friend I couldn't send minus the beginning and the end |
Prose |
|
180 |
6 years ago |
|
535 |
it was just a bunch of noises without water or air |
Poem |
2018 |
160 |
6 years ago |
|
536 |
Strangest things |
Poem |
2018 |
131 |
6 years ago |
|
537 |
Fire! |
Poem |
2018 |
192 |
6 years ago |
|
538 |
Coneiferosious |
Poem |
2018 |
217 |
6 years ago |
|
539 |
Givingin...dropping out |
Poem |
2018 |
225 |
6 years ago |
|
540 |
summer blues |
Poem |
2018 |
218 |
6 years ago |
|
541 |
Silent Heartsong |
Poem |
2018 |
184 |
6 years ago |
|
542 |
premonitionary |
Poem |
2018 |
186 |
6 years ago |
|
543 |
Multiplied tasks |
Poem |
2018 |
245 |
6 years ago |
|
544 |
Now...where did my awareness go? |
Poem |
2018 |
269 |
6 years ago |
|
545 |
verse verses verse |
Poem |
2018 |
277 |
6 years ago |
|
546 |
I just don't really know what it's gonna be, I guess it depends on what we believe. |
Poem |
2018 |
248 |
6 years ago |
|
547 |
Wool |
Poem |
2018 |
219 |
6 years ago |
|
548 |
Although he is surrounded by trumpets |
Poem |
2018 |
238 |
6 years ago |
|
549 |
Rays |
Poem |
2018 |
269 |
6 years ago |
|
550 |
Slabor |
Poem |
2018 |
235 |
6 years ago |
|
551 |
For everyone else it's a game |
Poem |
2018 |
321 |
6 years ago |
|
552 |
I just couldn't recognize your face |
Poem |
2018 |
326 |
6 years ago |
|
553 |
Down the road from Salvation |
Poem |
2018 |
359 |
6 years ago |
|
554 |
they tried to make me self destruct |
Poem |
Under spelling |
302 |
6 years ago |
|
555 |
East of |
Poem |
2018 |
313 |
6 years ago |
|
556 |
Glitch |
Poem |
2018 |
198 |
6 years ago |
|
557 |
Foolish clown matter |
Poem |
2018 |
210 |
6 years ago |
|
558 |
Calm |
Poem |
2018 |
311 |
6 years ago |
|
559 |
Hungered |
Poem |
2018 |
241 |
6 years ago |
|
560 |
Vision Airy |
Poem |
2018 |
257 |
6 years ago |
|
561 |
uncrushed |
Poem |
2018 |
243 |
6 years ago |
|
562 |
That girl |
Poem |
2018 |
205 |
6 years ago |
|
563 |
Post Block |
Poem |
2018 |
227 |
6 years ago |
|
564 |
Question. |
Poem |
2018 |
166 |
6 years ago |
|
565 |
Gratitude is for those who aren't hateful |
Poem |
2018 |
180 |
6 years ago |
|
566 |
Purely |
Poem |
2018 |
201 |
6 years ago |
|
567 |
Son of wind |
Poem |
2018 |
162 |
6 years ago |
|
568 |
Mission |
Poem |
2018 |
193 |
6 years ago |
|
569 |
Unionstation |
Poem |
2018 |
398 |
6 years ago |
|
570 |
Plain plane |
Poem |
2018 |
169 |
6 years ago |
|
571 |
Be careful what you wish for... |
Poem |
2018 |
230 |
6 years ago |
|
572 |
It All hurt |
Poem |
2018 |
221 |
6 years ago |
|
573 |
Ominous |
Prose |
|
381 |
6 years ago |
|
574 |
Rise up! |
Poem |
2018 |
321 |
6 years ago |
|
575 |
Undimensiinal |
Poem |
2018 |
283 |
6 years ago |
|
576 |
Just... |
Poem |
2018 |
272 |
6 years ago |
|
577 |
...our planet too |
Poem |
2018 |
389 |
6 years ago |
|
578 |
Love poems |
Poem |
2018 |
275 |
6 years ago |
|
579 |
Oh, but I just know when I get there it will be today |
Poem |
2018 |
227 |
6 years ago |
|
580 |
airwaves |
Poem |
2018 |
268 |
6 years ago |
|
581 |
I'm not afraid of the ice cream man |
Poem |
Under spelling |
327 |
6 years ago |
|
582 |
They need him... |
Poem |
2018 |
222 |
6 years ago |
|
583 |
Working against |
Poem |
2018 |
224 |
6 years ago |
|
584 |
Shame comes with it... |
Prose |
|
376 |
6 years ago |
|
585 |
He drew it in cartoons |
Poem |
2018 |
242 |
6 years ago |
|
586 |
Visions manifest? or was it all a test? |
Poem |
2018 |
209 |
6 years ago |
|
587 |
Stubbonly |
Poem |
Under spelling |
226 |
6 years ago |
|
588 |
to him... |
Poem |
2018 |
190 |
6 years ago |
|
589 |
spring cleanse |
Poem |
Under spelling |
213 |
6 years ago |
|
590 |
Daymares |
Poem |
Under spelling |
229 |
6 years ago |
|
591 |
At the dock |
Poem |
Under spelling |
314 |
6 years ago |
|
592 |
On the mainland |
Poem |
2018 |
289 |
6 years ago |
|
593 |
Limbo... |
Poem |
2018 |
338 |
6 years ago |
|
594 |
A strand of color |
Poem |
Under spelling |
326 |
6 years ago |
|
595 |
It was abundant |
Poem |
2018 |
293 |
6 years ago |
|
596 |
The songs that play |
Poem |
2018 |
394 |
6 years ago |
|
597 |
Their performance |
Poem |
Under spelling |
331 |
6 years ago |
|
598 |
Under Jacobs Ladder |
Poem |
Under spelling |
430 |
6 years ago |
|
599 |
Oh, those boys in the family |
Poem |
Under spelling |
349 |
6 years ago |
|
600 |
The alter |
Poem |
Under spelling |
372 |
6 years ago |
|
601 |
The door to eternity |
Poem |
Under spelling |
363 |
6 years ago |
|
602 |
Family, friends, acquaintance |
Prose |
Under spelling |
220 |
6 years ago |
|
603 |
Broken word |
Poem |
Under spelling |
222 |
6 years ago |
|
604 |
i spilt my blood |
Prose |
|
187 |
6 years ago |
|
605 |
wandering in silence |
Poem |
Under spelling |
186 |
6 years ago |
|
606 |
In famous ly |
Poem |
Under spelling |
236 |
6 years ago |
|
607 |
Scaled |
Poem |
2018 |
175 |
6 years ago |
|
608 |
You can pick some other flower |
Poem |
2018 |
210 |
6 years ago |
|
609 |
A squirrel jumped in the bus window |
Prose |
|
208 |
6 years ago |
|
610 |
the chicken was cooped |
Poem |
Under spelling |
232 |
6 years ago |
|
611 |
Hugs too |
Poem |
2018 |
180 |
6 years ago |
|
612 |
Family business |
Poem |
2018 |
179 |
6 years ago |
|
613 |
dream 13 |
Prose |
|
175 |
6 years ago |
|
614 |
Moon said to Sun |
Poem |
2018 |
165 |
6 years ago |
|
615 |
I found at least one |
Poem |
2018 |
162 |
6 years ago |
|
616 |
slipping grip |
Poem |
2018 |
183 |
6 years ago |
|
617 |
It wasn't his fault, it was mine |
Poem |
2018 |
186 |
6 years ago |
|
618 |
Rumors |
Poem |
2018 |
134 |
6 years ago |
|
619 |
conditioned |
Poem |
2018 |
177 |
6 years ago |
|
620 |
return call |
Poem |
2018 |
188 |
6 years ago |
|
621 |
Chimes shared |
Poem |
2018 |
185 |
6 years ago |
|
622 |
Still dreaming... |
Poem |
2018 |
176 |
6 years ago |
|
623 |
It's still going on... |
Poem |
2018 |
140 |
6 years ago |
|
624 |
Thorned |
Poem |
2018 |
156 |
6 years ago |
|
625 |
In the same dream... |
Poem |
2018 |
178 |
6 years ago |
|
626 |
Should have gone outside |
Poem |
2018 |
209 |
6 years ago |
|
627 |
It was a little painful when it happened |
Poem |
2018 |
206 |
6 years ago |
|
628 |
unrehearsed verse on particular death |
Poem |
2018 |
174 |
6 years ago |
|
629 |
lonestar |
Poem |
2018 |
199 |
6 years ago |
|
630 |
exspampolice |
Poem |
2018 |
188 |
6 years ago |
|
631 |
Phuck Romance |
Poem |
2018 |
206 |
6 years ago |
|
632 |
Chasing rainbows |
Poem |
2018 |
216 |
6 years ago |
|
633 |
He loves me each and everyday |
Poem |
2018 |
231 |
6 years ago |
|
634 |
deflection |
Poem |
2018 |
265 |
6 years ago |
|
635 |
Not a victim |
Poem |
2018 |
221 |
6 years ago |
|
636 |
Memory is a hell of subjective belief |
Poem |
2018 |
172 |
6 years ago |
|
637 |
cosmic joke |
Poem |
2018 |
236 |
6 years ago |
|
638 |
cowardly |
Poem |
2018 |
205 |
6 years ago |
|
639 |
If the sun comes back out |
Poem |
2018 |
225 |
6 years ago |
|
640 |
settling in? |
Poem |
2018 |
235 |
6 years ago |
|
641 |
eating crow |
Poem |
2018 |
218 |
6 years ago |
|
642 |
dissolving |
Poem |
2018 |
244 |
6 years ago |
|
643 |
Dirty little devils |
Poem |
2018 |
229 |
6 years ago |
|
644 |
Subject matters |
Poem |
2018 |
193 |
6 years ago |
|
645 |
Brick layer |
Poem |
2018 |
205 |
6 years ago |
|
646 |
Darned Nanites |
Poem |
2018 |
219 |
6 years ago |
|
647 |
If I could just ... Open my voice |
Poem |
2018 |
218 |
6 years ago |
|
648 |
in the dirt |
Poem |
2018 |
222 |
6 years ago |
|
649 |
If there were to be a miracle |
Poem |
2018 |
221 |
6 years ago |
|
650 |
Scorpion |
Poem |
2018 |
212 |
6 years ago |
|
651 |
Trump...card |
Poem |
2018 |
198 |
6 years ago |
|
652 |
Whatever the case |
Poem |
2018 |
266 |
6 years ago |
|
653 |
Jitters |
Poem |
2018 |
240 |
6 years ago |
|
654 |
Disbelief |
Poem |
2018 |
285 |
6 years ago |
|
655 |
Where the maps lead to |
Poem |
2018 |
224 |
6 years ago |
|
656 |
End game |
Poem |
2018 |
216 |
6 years ago |
|
657 |
Strings |
Poem |
2018 |
230 |
6 years ago |
|
658 |
Evidenced |
Poem |
2018 |
232 |
6 years ago |
|
659 |
Grin |
Poem |
2018 |
396 |
6 years ago |
|
660 |
Bewildering |
Poem |
2018 |
277 |
6 years ago |
|
661 |
Banded color |
Poem |
2018 |
407 |
6 years ago |
|
662 |
Sometimes |
Poem |
2018 |
475 |
6 years ago |
|
663 |
Living a dream |
Poem |
2018 |
177 |
6 years ago |
|
664 |
Solidly |
Poem |
2018 |
223 |
6 years ago |
|
665 |
Flurries |
Poem |
2018 |
173 |
6 years ago |
|
666 |
Blood pudding |
Poem |
2018 |
230 |
6 years ago |
|
667 |
Black in white |
Poem |
2018 |
162 |
6 years ago |
|
668 |
Dear facebook |
Poem |
2018 |
166 |
6 years ago |
|
669 |
Still just me |
Poem |
2018 |
189 |
6 years ago |
|
670 |
Pandora was in a box |
Poem |
2018 |
207 |
6 years ago |
|
671 |
A stalk in the road |
Poem |
2018 |
201 |
6 years ago |
|
672 |
Starts off kind of Wobbly |
Poem |
2018 |
184 |
6 years ago |
|
673 |
The clouds passed ominous |
Poem |
2018 |
249 |
6 years ago |
|
674 |
I got in the way |
Poem |
2018 |
184 |
6 years ago |
|
675 |
Time |
Poem |
2018 |
165 |
6 years ago |
|
676 |
still playing? |
Poem |
2018 |
193 |
6 years ago |
|
677 |
We should converse |
Poem |
2018 |
199 |
6 years ago |
|
678 |
Gelatoman |
Poem |
2017 |
323 |
7 years ago |
|
679 |
Will finish this thought later |
Poem |
2017 |
279 |
7 years ago |
|
680 |
Nameless |
Poem |
|
280 |
7 years ago |
|
681 |
Form |
Poem |
|
226 |
7 years ago |
|
682 |
Visions... |
Poem |
|
156 |
7 years ago |
|
683 |
So I guess I am Dead |
Poem |
|
115 |
7 years ago |
|
684 |
The give aways |
Poem |
|
168 |
7 years ago |
|
685 |
P r a n k s t e r s |
Poem |
|
134 |
7 years ago |
|
686 |
Occultation |
Poem |
|
219 |
7 years ago |
|
687 |
Patience |
Poem |
|
168 |
7 years ago |
|
688 |
Behind the desk in front of the window |
Poem |
|
180 |
7 years ago |
|
689 |
O |
Poem |
|
163 |
7 years ago |
|
690 |
Bifocala |
Poem |
|
166 |
7 years ago |
|
691 |
Look, there's a leprechaun... |
Poem |
|
185 |
7 years ago |
|
692 |
"How could you say that to someone who's fed you?" |
Poem |
|
151 |
7 years ago |
|
693 |
Shed light |
Poem |
|
254 |
7 years ago |
|
694 |
This moment |
Poem |
|
341 |
7 years ago |
|
695 |
Arbor day |
Poem |
|
233 |
7 years ago |
|
696 |
RIP my beautiful friend |
Poem |
|
77 |
7 years ago |
|
697 |
Echoes of ... |
Poem |
|
252 |
7 years ago |
|
698 |
Grounded |
Poem |
|
324 |
8 years ago |
|
699 |
Der |
Poem |
|
129 |
8 years ago |
|
700 |
Desert delirium |
Poem |
|
414 |
8 years ago |
|
701 |
Dakota blue |
Poem |
Healing |
357 |
8 years ago |
|
702 |
As far as I can tell |
Poem |
Ashes 365 day challenge... |
365 |
8 years ago |
|
703 |
The tail of a fairy |
Poem |
|
341 |
8 years ago |
|
704 |
Rings in ears |
Poem |
|
277 |
8 years ago |
|
705 |
This moment |
Poem |
|
213 |
8 years ago |
|
706 |
Q |
Poem |
|
208 |
8 years ago |
|
707 |
I can't really resist ... The scent of Bacon |
Poem |
|
198 |
8 years ago |
|
708 |
Hey Batman |
Poem |
|
242 |
8 years ago |
|
709 |
left or right? |
Poem |
|
161 |
8 years ago |
|
710 |
Untitled |
Poem |
|
144 |
8 years ago |
|
711 |
They do, so why couldn't I ? |
Poem |
|
194 |
8 years ago |
|
712 |
Or maybe it's neither |
Poem |
|
186 |
8 years ago |
|
713 |
Risk... |
Poem |
|
224 |
8 years ago |
|
714 |
Probly |
Poem |
|
169 |
8 years ago |
|
715 |
I got an idea ... |
Poem |
|
264 |
8 years ago |
|
716 |
I forgot the time and place |
Poem |
|
179 |
8 years ago |
|
717 |
Need to know... Who was with me? |
Poem |
|
170 |
8 years ago |
|
718 |
The gift |
Poem |
|
175 |
8 years ago |
|
719 |
Tear duct |
Poem |
|
299 |
8 years ago |
|
720 |
Why I know why I deserve not |
Poem |
Ashes 365 day challenge... |
275 |
8 years ago |
|
721 |
May we all find peace together |
Poem |
|
283 |
8 years ago |
|
722 |
This opposition |
Poem |
|
261 |
8 years ago |
|
723 |
My love |
Poem |
|
401 |
8 years ago |
|
724 |
A Broken trust that was already broken |
Poem |
|
428 |
8 years ago |
|
725 |
I suppose I still have a chance |
Poem |
|
234 |
8 years ago |
|
726 |
Just to be sure |
Poem |
|
235 |
8 years ago |
|
727 |
Tongue tied in knots |
Poem |
|
228 |
8 years ago |
|
728 |
Real |
Poem |
|
237 |
8 years ago |
|
729 |
Of first memories... third year |
Poem |
Ashes 365 day challenge... |
285 |
8 years ago |
|
730 |
Whistleblower |
Poem |
|
225 |
8 years ago |
|
731 |
Skyline Ode |
Poem |
|
301 |
8 years ago |
|
732 |
Swan song to the drain |
Poem |
|
169 |
8 years ago |
|
733 |
Thundered roared |
Poem |
|
191 |
8 years ago |
|
734 |
heavy are these eyes |
Poem |
|
196 |
8 years ago |
|
735 |
Passed shadows |
Poem |
|
178 |
8 years ago |
|
736 |
Poig Nant |
Poem |
|
160 |
8 years ago |
|
737 |
Opening the vents |
Poem |
|
157 |
8 years ago |
|
738 |
Actually, I was |
Poem |
|
165 |
8 years ago |
|
739 |
Notebook |
Poem |
|
182 |
8 years ago |
|
740 |
Pretty sure he was grateful |
Poem |
|
168 |
8 years ago |
|
741 |
To he who hears me |
Poem |
|
167 |
8 years ago |
|
742 |
If only I'd read my sides |
Poem |
|
160 |
8 years ago |
|
743 |
They |
Poem |
|
188 |
8 years ago |
|
744 |
Shifting fault lines |
Poem |
|
153 |
8 years ago |
|
745 |
The shadow was doubt |
Poem |
|
229 |
8 years ago |
|
746 |
The night of our tango |
Poem |
|
175 |
8 years ago |
|
747 |
A free write that's not free |
Poem |
|
295 |
8 years ago |
|
748 |
Should I be grateful or hateful |
Poem |
|
204 |
8 years ago |
|
749 |
There was a goat in the background |
Poem |
|
168 |
8 years ago |
|
750 |
Goin down the line |
Poem |
|
296 |
8 years ago |
