Yehoshua ben Peleh Shim'onai, 29 april 2012
As a Filipino poet, it is my responsibility be familiar with the Philippine culture. It is a prerogative to me to know the hidden treasures and precious heritages of my own country (especially the special features of its literature), to treasure them, to be proud of them, and to show the world their (... więcej)
Naykd Poet, 26 april 2012
God Spirit Consciousness:a manifestation of Mind born to this cellular, material dimension by the seeding of a Soul-energy, the gift to conception, giving birth to a life-journey whose path is to gain full realization: an Awakening; not given but found by those whom, by catalyst of intuition, come to (... więcej)
Maxis Grey, 24 april 2012
The streets of the shopping district were as full as ever as people scurried about trying to finish up last minute Christmas shopping. Snow had begun to fall in the early hours and as time ticked by no one took notice of the rising levels in their rush to get everything on their lists. Unnoticed by the (... więcej)
Ikerot, 21 april 2012
The village cried to me to put it out of misery, however, I could not undo this nor could I stop it. It was far too late. It was already over for them. Fires raged upon the roofs, brightened my eyes and dilating my pupil. The section I was in neatly placed houses symmetrically. Each of them was made (... więcej)
Naykd Poet, 21 april 2012
Subconsciously challenged to encode a revived spirit energy; an awakened paradigm to Presence that lay dormant within the original cellular construct to this living entity awaiting the catalytic infusion of time garnered mystical enlightenment to inspire a reality manifestation concretely and significantly (... więcej)
Abby Smith, 20 april 2012
take in all my pain, my agony, but take in my life, my joy, my love. when i die, i want you to take it all. promise me, just make me a promise, that when i can't talk and my skin hurts and my lips are swollen and my hair is gone, that you'll take me away.
ellerosey, 20 april 2012
"Again and again and again..." The raven haired boy said repeatedly. He feels like he's finally going insane. "I hate this, hate this, hate this, hate this...." He really don't want to go to sleep. "That girl... what does she want from me?", he thought. Repeated (... więcej)
Nicholas Landon, 19 april 2012
“And from the chasm of her throat she uttered the
scream of our mortality, In the vastness of her wet eyes she produced a
flood…”
- Excerpt from “Mourning Song for Gaia” by
Nascosto Nome
Chapter I
The apartment on
Amsterdam Road was a mess. Crumbling bricks and flaking (... więcej)
Joanna, 19 april 2012
Always running. Running from those dreams that seem too good to be true. Running from those people who're too nice to be good. Running from those places that hold all of those memories. One day I might stop, but not today. Today I need a new picture. A new tree in my backyard. A new flower in my (... więcej)
Joanna, 19 april 2012
Redemption is not an easy thing. It is an epiphany. You may feel it close by, but until it thinks you're ready, you'll never see it. It may sneak up on you and leave you feeling guiltily empty inside. It may gently overtake you with a charming smile and make you feel light and buoyant. (... więcej)
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