By: AMERICAN MAN | 2010-05-31 | Poetry ~=IN WORDS I SING=~ From my mind I bring My heaven on the screen In words I sing My angels saved I share this scene ~*~ We feel what heaven knows Where in our mind it grows From our lifetime eclectic flows Below the rain setting above its bow ~*~ Few are taught to see throug read more
By: Vanessa Alander | 2010-05-27 | Poetry A question asked more times than I would like “Where ya’ from?” Are you serious? Almost 30 years old, and still where I’m from is the first thing you want to know? How about… likes… read more
By: Jason Brommel | 2010-06-02 | Poetry The meaning of Life? Introduction: Years of my life wash away but always stay. My mind is a graveyard of memories and fertile flowerbeds. I pick through them like a used bookstore. read more
By: AMERICAN MAN | 2010-06-02 | Poetry ~=''SEEDS'' OF IMMORTALITY=~ "Time slaves" Born into a dead sea of words written out of time to create their afterlife in time, of words read into the minds that they do remind over time of a time before our life to give their authors and characters spiritual life ~ after-life in huma read more
By: Jonas Hyde | 2010-06-03 | Poetry SERAPH''S SONG: The Epic Fable of Sister Sera I Fall from Grace In the beginning, a line spoken so oft fore, yet the truth lie hidden, on what happened the eighth day, and since that time of yore, as chanted near pillows of people''s, is this Seraph''s Song e''ermore. read more
By: L. Dinkens Stewart | 2010-06-04 | Poetry When I was a little boy, approaching five years old, my daddy left to work one day. He did''nt come back home. I was really sad that year and sometimes I would cry. Mma held me close to her and sang a lullaby. Papa called me on the phone. He was my mother''s dad. read more
By: John D. Johnson | 2010-05-30 | Poetry One ordinary evening, as the sun was going down, Two men sat on a bus bench on the western side of town. A gentle, aging fellow with a Bible in his hands Read silently with reverence all the ancient book''s commands. read more
By: AMERICAN MAN | 2010-05-30 | Poetry SAGACITY The mind is finding Constantly growing What powers were showing We have lost by conspiring What makes sense we reflect upon Making the copy, the next copy Sparks, like charges emit Reminding awareness Knowing begins growing the match game teaches where to find peaches read more
By: Squee | 2010-06-03 | Poetry A.D.D. of the inner cortex I''m like a river running through the course of yesterday, I''m thrashing Attacking And physically batting whatever is coming my way I''m beating I''m needing To start mentally bleeding No band aids can cover this thing. read more
By: Tumwesgye Julius Ford | 2010-06-03 | Poetry A MALAYA ? Yes. She is a night woman Who cares whether what she does is evil or illegal, As long as she brings food to the table And has made her a life many would envy. read more
By: Steve Marshall | 2010-05-31 | Humanities writing non rhyming poetry . This is true I think up to a point, a point I think where you have now reached read more
By: Amber Green | 2010-06-03 | Poetry once more the table has turned. how many points to this circular apparatus can there truly be? what an imbecile i am. it is afresh how i am held captive by my own equivocatable ways. let me paint the illustrious picture with my vocal being, yet with pen in grip and paper under hand. read more
By: AMERICAN MAN | 2010-05-30 | Poetry GOD-SONG Man said God In this song Only spirits Live on Death of an angel Not messages of life songs Growing beyond one Of God is an angels'' essence ~*~ Write the mind to sing on The cure will fly Where mind is an eye A spirit of why Each heaven will apply To the l read more