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"Chapter 6: Feeding and Ducking"

by Franktank

An old man in the present day wore grey pants and a turtleneck. Only the reserved and long-lived dared to wear a turtleneck. But the old man fit the bill of the description, along with a scarf. His job that day was to feed the ducks in the...

0 Likes | 2 comments | 939 views | Short Stories | March 8, 2018

"Bonded by pain"

by JoshuaHarestad

Why do we cut ourselves? A simple question. A complex answer. We cut because it hurts, but that hurt, can feel good. The body releases endorphins. They can feel addictive. Yet more, we deal with mental illness. We hurt, deeply and intensely...

0 Likes | 2 comments | 1212 views | Poetry | March 8, 2018

"The Wild"

by JoshuaHarestad

Take me to the wild, and let me be free. Let me explore, the land, the coast, the sea. To take in trees, rocks, animals, and plants, I could spend an entire day watching ants. Out of place in nature, yet I belong. Favorite music, the morn...

1 Like | 0 comment | 1342 views | Poetry | March 7, 2018

"Addict"

by JoshuaHarestad

I used to drink each day, now I just smoke pot. At my core, is an addict. I must have something, anything, all the time. Work is a challenge. I have to stay sober. Why is that a struggle? I started cutting myself. The endorphin rush of pain...

4 Likes | 2 comments | 1317 views | Poetry | March 7, 2018

"Chapter 5: Knight’s Horse"

by Franktank

The man finished his chores and thought of his lame horse and wouldn't ever put the horse down. The horse had been the best and one of the fastest companions and to end its life because it had a bunk leg wasn't enough to refute or deny the...

0 Likes | 0 comment | 951 views | Short Stories | March 6, 2018

"Enemy"

by JoshuaHarestad

I am my own worst enemy. I mean that quite literally. Stress and boredom inside, it turns in to self destruction. Cutting, burning, hitting myself. Its been months since I gave in, but the battle gets harder each day, and I am hanging from...

1 Like | 2 comments | 1365 views | Poetry | March 5, 2018

"One-sided love"

by zoeseljouk

You speak to me with words While i speak to you with feelings Your soul's bright like the moonlight sky; while you look down upon me in darkness.   The walls that you built to protect me;broke down! The barriers I built,broke dow...

1 Like | 2 comments | 1267 views | Poetry | March 5, 2018

"dreams"

by Masarati

dreams are in your head dreams fly through your mind dreams can make you go insane but if you worked hard they will come true...

1 Like | 1 comment | 1333 views | Poetry | March 5, 2018

"my own parent"

by Masarati

I raised myself I had no one I fought hard for everything I ever wanted what did you fight for everything was handed to you I had no handouts I had to heal myself I was my own bandage you had a shoulder to cry on you were never jud...

0 Likes | 0 comment | 1463 views | Poetry | March 5, 2018

"Trust"

by JoshuaHarestad

My therapist is mad at me, missed one too many appointments. My fault, fair enough, but still hard. The person that I need to trust, but when you’re sensitive as me, any little thing rattles you. I find trust is too difficult, and at the...

1 Like | 2 comments | 1353 views | Poetry | March 5, 2018

"The Writer Who Can’t Spell"

by TheYoungWriter

I'm an idiot. .toidi na m'I    ...

2 Likes | 0 comment | 1192 views | General | March 5, 2018

"Chapter 4: Spider’s Corner"

by Franktank

The poor spider in the barn lived alongside the blemished horse. The man would occasionally tear down all of the webs in the barn which made it tough for the spider to earn a living through the horse's dropping's and popularity of the after...

0 Likes | 0 comment | 938 views | Short Stories | March 5, 2018

"For When You Just Can’t Do Another Assignment"

by noaheducation

By: Jenaya R. Curry There isn’t a single student who hasn’t felt the overwhelming urge to throw their textbook across the room, defy the school system, and emphatically declare, “I’m not doing this anymore!” That is, until your...

8 Likes | 5 comments | 3322 views | Information | March 4, 2018

"to little me (if you can read this)"

by a coy sunflower

I know this isn't how you imagined your story to be It wasn't supposed to look like this Not four months before 18   I was supposed to do whatever it costed for you Take your child-like spirit and make sure I never lost it for yo...

1 Like | 1 comment | 1265 views | Poetry | March 4, 2018

"Collide pt.4"

by alecia15

CH:18   "Gray!"  Came a faint voice inside of Gray's head.  "Huh?"  He thought to himself. "My body feels so heavy, almost like I am drowning in water,just why can I not wake up?"  Gray tried...

0 Likes | 0 comment | 817 views | Fantasy | March 4, 2018

"The beast I let in"

by JoshuaHarestad

It is hot when the blade cuts, comfort, letting out, my blood. It hurts, but also feels good. I want to let it all out. Why does life have to hurt so? Attachment. Followed by loss. No matter how it will end, it will be sad, and tragic, so I...

0 Likes | 2 comments | 1296 views | Poetry | March 4, 2018

"I Just Thought"

by Maddstarks29

I just thought That maybe it’d be different And I just knew I couldn’t live this way...

1 Like | 3 comments | 1242 views | Poetry | March 3, 2018

"Chapter 3: Knight in Stable"

by Franktank

The man in shining armor was not a cowboy. He was a knight of centuries before. He was clad in armor and sturdy in strength. But he rode a maimed horse. Bad hoof or horse shoe. Had funny, awkward trotting. The man himself was good to his s...

0 Likes | 0 comment | 968 views | Short Stories | March 3, 2018

"Voice"

by JoshuaHarestad

Poetry is my voice. It wasn't by my choice. It was it that chose me. Beautiful poetry. A gift I wish to share, makes me lighter than air. Cannot do it enough. Letting out all this stuff. The pain that is inside, I let it out with pride....

0 Likes | 2 comments | 1278 views | Poetry | March 3, 2018

"The Bruiser"

by JoshuaHarestad

My son, the bruiser. Tiny limbs thrust out, powered by pistons. Compact. Small muscles. Delicate but strong. Giggling and shrieking. Sometimes I get hit. Tickling and wrestling. Young, but he's feisty. Always wants to fight. Careful of his...

1 Like | 0 comment | 1136 views | Poetry | March 3, 2018

"The Shooter"

by TheYoungWriter

I hear the gunshots. Up and down the hall, students fall to the ground, crying out in pain. I yelp as a sharp pain spreads throughout my leg. My friend pulls me into a classroom as a bullet whizzes by my head....

3 Likes | 2 comments | 940 views | Realistic Fiction | March 2, 2018

"The fire inside me"

by JoshuaHarestad

Fire under my skin. It wants to get out, but I can't let it, for blood comes in tow, when it bursts from me. Burning scars on flesh. The pain feels so good. I can't stop myself. Invisible fight, raging forever. An end I can't see. Tormented...

0 Likes | 0 comment | 1279 views | Poetry | March 2, 2018

"rapids"

by yammey

Words cannot describe: The thoughts in my mind, Racing ecstasy From the core, I’m alive.   Leading me forward, One pulse at a time, Like rapids in space, It flows, and it goes.   No clear direction, Nowhere to be fou...

1 Like | 1 comment | 1593 views | Poetry | March 2, 2018

""

by setidrow

The essence of time is quintessential and irrelevant to the fast that things are brought into this world. -- time rules of us and i look forard to writing another piece of work to get some views, but time is flawed in the fact we rely o...

2 Likes | 2 comments | 997 views | Undefined | March 2, 2018

"Waves"

by JoshuaHarestad

Waves. Racing to land. Cresting, with a fine mist. Power. Charging forward. The land fights back. Territory lost and gained. Weather, changes rapidly, clear skies, rain clouds. Still rows arise and fall. One after another, in the endless st...

0 Likes | 2 comments | 1327 views | General | March 2, 2018

"Chapter 1: One of those Virtues"

by Franktank

It was the last three weeks of hibernation before I awoke and found my room a mess. But luckily, I also found some food. An old pastry. Ripened bananas. And dear God, the sweet sound of the ticking clock. I decided that I would like to go...

0 Likes | 1 comment | 831 views | Narrative Nonfiction | March 2, 2018

"The Black Horse"

by JoshuaHarestad

The black horse had no rider. Yet it carried on it death. First, a powerful kingdom, where sightings of it began. Then, disease killed all people. Next, a village far away. Three days later, attacked, burned. The black horse travels around....

4 Likes | 4 comments | 1288 views | Poetry | March 1, 2018

"Dear Ex-Bestfriend."

by Regular_Priscilla

Dear Ex-Bestfriend, I am very sorry for leaving you. I understand that I might have caused you pain from my words. I need you to know that if you need me, I am here. I am always going to be here, even if you brought me down each time I was...

2 Likes | 2 comments | 1253 views | General | March 1, 2018

"To Disappear"

by justin-thorne

What would it feel like to disappear for a day? To be a ghost in the wind. Would anyone notice?...

2 Likes | 2 comments | 1188 views | General | March 1, 2018

"Herpes"

by Masarati

Her Energy reluctantly passed erasing her spright   Thats why I am sad and I know I didn’t choose the best words for this poem...

1 Like | 2 comments | 1257 views | Poetry | March 1, 2018

"Cheers"

by Masarati

CHEERs to those many nights were thought were gonna die cheers to those many nights we felt we were living life right living life right cheers to being ourselves its okay to love yourselves i miss those day we drunk wine those night...

0 Likes | 3 comments | 1514 views | Poetry | March 1, 2018

"A great poem"

by JoshuaHarestad

A great poem. That’s what we’re trying to do. So many of us poets. Maybe this is it. Maybe not. But this is not me, this is us. This is for those who want, to share the beauty of words. The enchanting realms, they can create. The poigna...

0 Likes | 0 comment | 1248 views | Poetry | March 1, 2018

"Beach Walk"

by JoshuaHarestad

Walking, on the beach. Ocean, as far as I can see. The sound of waves, rushing up the sand. Seagulls cry out, who are the calling to? The wind gusts, strong, muffling everything. The steps are hard, up, and out of the sand, over, and over....

1 Like | 2 comments | 1152 views | Poetry | March 1, 2018

"The Thought of You…"

by Regular_Priscilla

The thought of you makes me feel like I have gold in my hands but... The thought of you leaving me makes me feel like a snow globe that was just dropped on the floor. The thought of you crying makes me want to tell you 'I love you'. The...

1 Like | 2 comments | 1337 views | General | February 28, 2018

"Suicidal"

by justin-thorne

I'm not suicidal , but if a car was coming towards me full speed, I'd let it hit me. I'm not suicidal, but if I slipped off the side of the cliff I would close my eyes , spread my arms and accept it. I'm not suicidal, but if I had the chanc...

3 Likes | 0 comment | 1171 views | General | February 28, 2018

"Nod to Me"

by DebbieLynJones

Nod to Me   If you pass me by and see the frustration in my eyes nod to me If you stand to my side and sense the weight of my woes nod to me If you step in my shadow and witness my weary steps nod to me &n...

0 Likes | 0 comment | 1374 views | General | February 28, 2018

"Urges"

by JoshuaHarestad

Strong urges today, to cut. Urges I have faced, somewhat. Boredom, pathetic, I know, The dark place it makes me go. I’m not planning to give in, not out of fear that it’s sin, but because I do love me, I tire of wanting to flee. So I...

0 Likes | 0 comment | 1363 views | Poetry | February 28, 2018

"Raw Nerves"

by JoshuaHarestad

I am an exposed nerve. A hypersensitive person. Rattled by the slightest look, I wish I could turn it off. I over analyze everything, playing back conversations, over and over in my head, I would make it go away. I question myself always....

0 Likes | 0 comment | 1228 views | Poetry | February 28, 2018

"My Dreams"

by JoshuaHarestad

Dreams, that show glimpses, of the future. Not sight. Feeling. How do I explain it? Does it make me sound crazy, to think that I feel the future? Or are they just lies? But they’ve been right before. Maybe it’s my subconscious, and mayb...

1 Like | 2 comments | 1387 views | Poetry | February 28, 2018

"Any Suggestions?"

by TheYoungWriter

I wrote a letter to my principal suggesting we have shooter drills, due to the recent shooting at a high school. Thursday, I meet her and the safety administrator to discuss solutions. I need help with what I am going to say. Any suggestion...

1 Like | 2 comments | 1206 views | General | February 28, 2018

"This is what an anxiety disorder feels like (part 1)"

by a coy sunflower

I tried fighting her off, but she was too strong. I was lying on the ground, my stomach lurching in pain, and my ribs were beginning to crack beneath her foot. My head was pounding fiercely, and I was feeling...

4 Likes | 3 comments | 1329 views | General | February 27, 2018

"A Stroll"

by Gen1900

A Stroll  By: Gen1900 I grabbed my hat and headed out into the open air, The blue birds sang from their holes in the great oak tree, The squirrel stood still by the trunk ready to flee. I said to the bushy, little cre...

0 Likes | 0 comment | 1215 views | Poetry | February 27, 2018

"TO all my readers"

by Masarati

TO all my readers my poetic friends i wanted to say this is a permanent goodbye i am depress and no longer feel welcome by anyone i haven’t been myself in a long time i can not do this anymore for i am sorry i want it to all end...

0 Likes | 10 comments | 1460 views | Poetry | February 27, 2018

"Praline Squares"

by Gen1900

What This Cookie Means to My Family And I This cookie has a very special memory in my family's heart. It's not the taste of it but who gave us this recipe. My Grandma Great, who was my Mother's Grandma and my Grandma's Mom...

0 Likes | 0 comment | 1099 views | General | February 27, 2018

"For the Best"

by justin-thorne

Dear Someone, I'm sorry, that I hurt you. I know I hurt you. But it was for the best. It was for the best... for the both of us. Yo...

2 Likes | 0 comment | 1195 views | General | February 27, 2018

"A Poetry song"

by Masarati

La la bye baby dont you cry Im here for you your all mine all mine I’ll spend every night with you til the end but there’s no ending we can stay strong know need to pretend i love you forever this will last forever a life ti...

2 Likes | 2 comments | 1300 views | Poetry | February 27, 2018

"Let go, play in the snow"

by JoshuaHarestad

Let go of your anger. Forgive. If not for others, then for you. It gets you nothing, all the rage. It puts you inside your own cage. Took me a long time to learn this, so I’m trying to pass it on. Anger consumes us. Kills your brain. It�...

0 Likes | 0 comment | 1234 views | Poetry | February 27, 2018

"Night time kill"

by Masarati

I drew on the walls that was my call during the nighttime is when I needed help everyone was after me I was gonna die during the day or the night either way I could not get away from it however I prefer the night time more dark it�...

1 Like | 2 comments | 1736 views | Poetry | February 26, 2018

"Writing is a Skill – Act Like It"

by noaheducation

By: Jenaya R. Curry   Warning! We have a situation. There is an outlandish belief surrounding the arts, especially writing. Somewhere along the line we decided that creativity - no matter what form it takes -...

3 Likes | 3 comments | 1271 views | Creativity | February 26, 2018

"To my family"

by JoshuaHarestad

Often I can be aloof and lost. I don’t send out Christmas cards at all. It’s rare that I text, email, or call. I’ve done things that are wrong, and that hurt, and I mean it when I say, sorry. But it’s important for you to know, that...

1 Like | 2 comments | 1222 views | Poetry | February 26, 2018

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