-lights out- fall, hands a-clasped, into instantaneous ecstasy like a shot of heroin or morphine, the gland inside of my brain discharging the good glad…
“Gone mad is what they say, and sometimes Run mad, as if mad is a different direction, like west; as if mad is a different…
By: Robert Frost I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain — and back in rain. I have outwalked…
By: Wilfred Owen I Happy are men who yet before they are killed Can let their veins run cold. Whom no compassion fleers Or makes their…
Skeleton in the Closet – Fritz Liedtke Photo taken from: http://fritzphoto.bizland.com/skeletoninthecloset/?page_id=5
My bones feel soft in the morning, pale under the light and the soft glow of the streetlights as they flicker out. Through the sun…
How the author felt during a panic attack By: Brittany Tightness in my chest I cant breath. The only time I can escape is when…
From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were; I have not seen As others saw; I could not bring My passions from a…
By: Lawrence Raab Making something the way it was— what could I have been thinking months ago when I wrote that line in my notebook?…
