When Cometh Time

When cometh time, that I am dead,
Lookest not for my earthly grave,
To tread the mound o’er fallen head…

Train Tracks

The train tracks stretch for miles,
Steel and stone making the way…

Suicide Squeeze

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A Struggling Author

My Journey with You

MasticadoresUsa

Editora: Gabriela Marie Milton / Director j re crivello

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

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UnderthePhilosotree

Connecting philosophy to the world around us

PoeticBelle by Srishti Mundhra

Dichotomy | Contrast | Life

D.C. Gilbert

Award-winning Author. Veteran. Patriot. Martial Artist.

Finding Life

Scribbled pieces of life