Fictionpoetry Stories

True love sees no color

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...

True love sees no color

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

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.

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

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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...