The central nexus for all things film, gaming, art, and music.
I am always up between the hours of 1 am–5 am During this time the world is quiet and no one expects anything from me At night my soul is raw and my heart is venerable
By Bria Clark8 years ago in Poets
Technician number 75 Carries two week old yogurt In his hands blackened with oil Back to his station he goes Eating spoonfuls of near rancid
By Malex Wolfe8 years ago in Poets
Rio and Roxy are sisters from birth. Divided by intellect and size, they are the epitome of cats with character. Rio is small, agile and intelligent. A penchant for snacks and world domination, she spends her days roaming the neighbourhood in search for small creatures to torture.
By Dan Avery8 years ago in Poets
falling in love at a used bookstore it’s everything that remains unwritten the spaces in between words an inkless infatuation
By b g8 years ago in Poets
Hate begets violence as victims become perpetrators; Ignorance fuels anger while death causes intolerance; Religion and blasphemy
By Christine O'Reilly8 years ago in Poets
I can't shake this cold. My soul is tired I am growing old on the inside. My life has started but barely begun. I shudder and shiver
By Tai Dean8 years ago in Poets
What is wrong Why don’t you belong Why do you think that way What is it you can’t say Are you even trying Or are you just lying
By Shannon Larisse8 years ago in Poets
You throw like a girl, you run like a girl, words you can't get away from. You scream like a girl, you fight like a girl,
By Deanna8 years ago in Poets
