The Early Bird

It is a sad little song,
Warbled in the dawn…

It’s the Little Things – Editorial

It’s the little things, like having a dream. Not in the broad sense of some grand hope for your life, but in the literal sense of dreaming while you sleep.

Lover’s Lullaby

Let twilight fall into night,
And I will hold you near…

Winter Dreams

Leaves fall like flakes of gold and bronze,
Tumbling through the cool autumn air…

If I Sleep

Or lilting words from thoughts unkept,
That speak my name with loving breath…

Tomorrow Comes

Swooping from heaven to pluck us,
From the hell they dropped us in…

The Early Bird

It is a sad little song,
Warbled in the dawn…

Suicide Squeeze

Often Misunderstood

A Struggling Author

My Journey with You

The Poetorium at Starlite

An Open Mic & Poetry Show

Sabrina Escorcio

Poetry and Prose

BLOSSOM READS

Cherish every moment

Rtistic

I speak my heart out.

Harley Reborn

♠️Rip It Up & Start Again♥️

UnderthePhilosotree

Connecting philosophy to the world around us

PoeticBelle by Srishti Mundhra

Dichotomy | Contrast | Life

D.C. Gilbert

Award-winning Author

Finding Life

Scribbled pieces of life