I can't write like I used to.

I can't write like I used to.

by Udupesu

Words like vapour exit through my veins to these white walls
vanishing without sense, without meaning.
Leaving nothing but noise, quiet noise...

Holy Spirit Weekend

Holy Spirit Weekend

by dandyspacedude

a poem reflecting an experience I had as a teenager

Motherly

Motherly
by YorkGewatter

The struggle of growing up from a mothers perspective.

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I Have Grown

I Have Grown

by Lorenzo A. Fernandez Jr.

Yes, I have grown
but I want to get back
to my former self, the one...