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Letters to D
He was never mine Not even when everything was perfect for that short while And he didn’t even flinch when he said goodbye
By Nicole Hamilton8 years ago in Poets
Review: 'The Florida Project'
After the critical success with director Sean Baker's breakthrough feature Tangerine that was shot entirely on an iPhone, many indie film fans were anxious to see what his next project would be.
By David Grice8 years ago in Geeks
Losing the World
HERE IS THE BOUNDARY I SHALL GO ON NO MORETHE WINTERMOCKING ME FOR I'M OLDI'M THINNING I'M GONE;HERE IS THE LANDSCAPES OF TORTUROUS DEVICESET THE TRAPCATCHING ME FOR I'M PALE BUT I HAVE BEEN LOVEDBY THE MANY, NOW GONE
By Daniel Evans8 years ago in Poets
Friendship
You turned my world around, dear friend, You made me feel complete, I will follow you to every end, For my dear, you can't be beat.
By Elisa Brooks8 years ago in Poets
Hollow
Blue blood rushed beneath pale skin breathing against city lights. Orbs of light entangle the hurried bodies carrying darkened souls, chapped hearts, fading voices.
By Katelyn Tefteller8 years ago in Poets
To Trevor
I love day dreaming about you, How your beautiful eyes, they glisten, I love to hear the way you laugh, See how easily you can make me smile?
By Crystal Korpan8 years ago in Poets
Readers' Review: Wretch 32 - 'FR32'
Reality can be a prison to us sometimes. Everyday life gets repetitive, your job starts to suck, and your family gets annoying. The mundane can often be confused for the uninspiring. For some, it can even get downright depressing, or even violent. Any man or woman in their late 20s/early 30s in urban, or rural America can attest to feeling this way once or twice in their lives, if not as they read this.
By Chuck Knight8 years ago in Beat
A Death of Love
Our lust will not last for eternity. Though your lips are all I want each dark night, I know this love will be the death of me.
By Elisa Brooks8 years ago in Poets