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  • Poetry > All Poetry
    You tell me about a dream you had last night in which you were trying to find me under the covers – There was love and laughter in the air. Fading into the air, that wistful dream invokes something like love. You’re staring at me. I shyly cover my eyes to you. I can tell that you...
  • Hot Topics > Bullying
    Love is louder than whispered disses, more powerful than glares and stares. It resonates deeper than hate. Love is bolder than vicious hisses, more lasting than despair. Its path is true and straight. Love is more intense than pain, running deeper than thin, watery rumors. It is more sol...
  • Fiction > Romance
    Waves lapped at the side of the boat. Scott Geraldson leaned against the railing and gazed off into the ocean. A cluster of whales tossed and turned in the water to the delight of the many tourists on deck, snapping away photos with their expensive camera phones. The apathetic group of teenagers tha...
  • Poetry > Haiku
    They stretch jaw muscles and quicken heart rate, thereby boosting alertness....
  • Poetry > Haiku
    My hands hold hope and wonder about your hands: how they look, how they feel....
  • Poetry > Haiku
    I wish I could craft my mind, heart, brain, soul, body into poetry....
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    The future is a place that speaks of change, but you can brighten and depuff the gathering clouds of your mystified sky if you look for joy. The soul demands passion! When it’s hard to breathe, immerse yourself in the power of art. A world of possibilities is within reach. Take those misera...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    Hello, my name is Wallflower. I’m haunted by a quiet personal way. I shout with softness and a lighter touch and I’m accustomed to being seen as invisible. Most people may think that I want to fade into the background, but I’m more than just a vibrant shadow. I look for truth and beauty...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    Love runs the world. It’s easy to get. Impossible to forget. You want to howl it from the rooftops. Knowledge and wisdom don’t quite fit. Time slows down. The sweetest things smell sweeter, great music sounds greater. The simple-yet-sophisticated thrill warms your soul. No storybook prom...
  • Poetry > Haiku
    Could we still be friends if I wrote a few stupid poems about you?...
  • Poetry > Haiku
    I see life through a poet's eyes and I think that's a good way to live....
  • Poetry > Haiku
    Let's say you're my muse -- for the sake of artistic expression, of course....
  • Poetry > Haiku
    Are you currently in love with anyone or could I pine for you?...
  • Poetry > Haiku
    How I envy the calm, lasting, steady, silent rhythm of the snow....
  • Poetry > Haiku
    Haiku written by moonlight reflect the inner workings of my soul....
  • Poetry > Haiku
    Horribly tired but my mind won't stop buzzing; how I wish for sleep....
  • Nonfiction > All Nonfiction
    It happens to all of us. You’ll be taking pains to decide what to wear to that really important job interview/first date/piano recital/friend’s party that you know your ex is going to be at, when suddenly it hits you – that pink angora cowl-neck sweater that looks so good on you would be perfe...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
    Alejandro Sanchez was tending the garden of Mr. Carver Wells. The late afternoon sun beat down on his back, causing his brow to sweat profusely. “Alejandro! Get in here!” called Mr. Wells from the sundeck. Alejandro removed his soil-encrusted gloves, placed them on the ground next to his spade,...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
    Mrs. Cynthia Lyme sat on the large leather sofa in her spacious Los Angeles mansion staring in shocked disbelief at her 72” plasma television. She didn’t normally watch TMZ, but the copious amount of wine over dinner had persuaded her otherwise. Some people drink red wine with chicken Marsala to...
  • Fiction > Sci-fi/Fantasy
    ZAP! Birds scattered from the treetops, their flapping and cawing shattering the silence of dawn. Dr. Orwitz opened his eyes. He placed the phone back on its cradle carefully, as if though it was made of glass. Stepping out of the phone booth, he surveyed the scene, hardly able to contain his elate...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
    Donovan was late. I expected this, of course, but on this day it particularly bothered me. There I was, sitting by myself on the wide, smooth front steps of an old museum with nothing but some dusty exhibits and a few roomfuls of strangers inside to keep me company. You'd think that after se...
  • Poetry > Haiku
    Music, words, meanings: Boston-based musician is always finely tuned....
  • Fiction > Romance
    The vending machine was broken. Chrissie Zimmerman sighed deeply. This was the last thing she needed right now. She had woken up literally five minutes before her bus came and was consequently forced to bum a ride from her outspoken brother Chuck, who had alternately lectured her on the importanc...
  • Poetry > Haiku
    English major boy plays the words like his guitar, always finely tuned....
  • Poetry > Sonnet
    It is so lovely, gazing at the sky, to see into the shades and depths of blue and look into infinity so high while groups of stars align themselves anew. The sky is constant like a mother’s love and with the sun’s warm everlasting light, behind the dark or shining straight above, the sk...

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