Exploring your depths, and mine
Cracking ice above
How does it work?
Very subtle. Striking lovely imagery.
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Liza shook her head and looked around.
Where the hell am I? She thought. This island didn’t look at all familiar, at least not compared to any of the satellite images she and her crew had looked at before their departure.
By Devetaki17 days ago in Fiction
We’re obsessed with numbers
Every calorie and minute that inch by
Any time ever left
Every dime always spent
On any fool nearby
By Oneg In The Arctic7 days ago in Poets
R-eflection isn't always easy to understand
A-bility to change your heart and mind
R-arely ever mingle together, hand in hand
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdena day ago in Poets
If walls could talk…ah, but that’s not the proper question now, is it? It’s never been about whether walls can talk, but rather who is willing to listen. For the tales we have to tell are infinite, whispered from the drywall that only the most sensitive of souls ever perceive.
By Kelly Robertson3 days ago in Fiction