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Dawnbringer
In the heartland of yesterday's silence and tomorrow's promise, There blooms a young man, radiant as dawn's first light. A symphony of courage, an aria of hope, he strides with destiny at his heels,
Panos KalsosPublished 11 months ago in PoetsLoss and Grief
In the depths of sorrow's grasp, we find ourselves, Lost amidst the echoes of what once was. Grief, a tempest that engulfs the soul,
Victor EshietPublished 11 months ago in PoetsStrange Tales of Killian Barger- The Many Little Deaths of Johnathan Weston
Killian checked the address as he walked up the steps to 1313 West Oak. The place looked like the sort of house you’d find in a Gothic Noir, the sort of house with too many daughters all looking for a suitor or a library with secret passages behind the bookshelves. It oozed mystery and seemed to seethe within its boundaries. Killian could see the window on the third floor, a lighted cyclopean eye that watched him without any love.
Joshua CampbellPublished 11 months ago in HorrorRavages
Delicately, as if my health were as fragile as dried leaves, Isabelle danced through my room on her tippy-toes, Silent as a churchmouse, just as she promised.
Mack D. AmesPublished 11 months ago in PoetsThe 3 Legged Dog
There once was a dog named Fred, Whose tale was quite funny, it's said. For you see, poor Fred had just three legs, And he hopped around like a kangaroo, not using pegs.
Tidal Wave of Grief
My overwhelmed, fragile, aching heart Shall undoubtedly be deluged, It’s beating life giving pulse drowned… Stilled, lost to a watery grave with…
Andrew C McDonaldPublished 11 months ago in PoetsThe Nightwalker
She walks in the ink of night, a silhouette woven into the dark tapestry, Her purpose, a moon-kissed mystery wrapped in the shroud of twilight.
Panos KalsosPublished 11 months ago in PoetsRock 'n' Roll Revolution
In the heart of a small town, where dreams seemed far from reality, lived a young boy named Jack. He was captivated by the raw energy and rebellious spirit of rock 'n' roll. It was a genre that spoke to his soul, resonating with the turmoil and longing that simmered beneath the surface of his young heart.
Vania barbosaPublished 11 months ago in Beat