Fictionpoetry Stories

Until the morning That was when you asked me to do this You said to wait until I was sober To finally tell you my feelings about you And when the morning came was whe...

anaphora. (n.) the repetition of a word or phrase at the beginning of successive clauses.

True love sees no color

True love sees no color

Another collection of poetry works, 'A safe space surrounded by great oak trees, Calls of the elders ring out through the breeze,..'

A man accused of murder-though trying to help a friend-pleads innocent in the court. Later, he realizes, he could have helped his friend and feels guilt.

i didn't know what to name this, so i just named it flicker. this contains poems and maybe short stories that i just think of. they're mainly inspired by some of my favo...

poetry...

All made by me unless said otherwise. New poem=New chapter.