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?…
By: Anne Sexton Someone lives in a cave eating his toes, I know that much. Someone little lives under a bush pressing an empty Coca-Cola can…
By: Timothy Murphy The night you died, I dreamed you came to camp to hear confession from an Eagle Scout tortured by forty years of…
By: Allen Ginsberg Strange now to think of you, gone without corsets & eyes, while I walk on the sunny pavement of Greenwich Village….
