A poem about love and dealing with obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD) By Neil Hillborn
Sometimes when my eyes are red I go up on top of the RCA Building and gaze at my world, Manhattan— my buildings, streets I’ve…
Cara Bethel introduces her poem: “My husband served in Iraq 2005 and Afghanistan 2007. This is for him, he is my hero and came back…
Life flies by, we make plans, we chase after dreams and goals. We think we are indestructible, that nothing will stand in our way, then…
-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
