The Words I Cannot Own, A poem

The Words I cannot Own
By: Charles Wood

Slightly Drunk on a Tuesday Evening, A poem

Slightly Drunk on a Tuesday Evening
By: Kit Carson

One Time, A short poem

One Time
By: Brandon Maule

Arnathor the Great (Chap 1 Rough Draft) Fiction

Chapter 1: A Family Matter

 By: Ryan Beodeker

Driving While Intoxicated, A short poem

Driving While Intoxicated

 By: Robert Orr

I am the designated driver

For when you become intoxicated

I will always take the wheel

When you have had too much

I am the driver

When you get inebriated

I will let you feel

All that you can touch

Veiled Nation, A Poem

Veiled Nation
By: Felix Maxell

Too much government power is not only unhealthy, but also induces fear. Our rights and freedom our being taken, either by changing of a bill or tampering with the constitution to fit their needs, we are all affected somehow. “Since love and fear can hardly exist together, if we must choose between them, it is far safer to be feared than loved”(Niccolò Machiavelli, The Prince, 1513). That being said, the concept of complete government power is not far off, a nation built on secrecy and fear.

I am Found, A poem

 I am Found
By: Ryan Beodeker

The adventure ends and begins with a conversation with the most unlikely of friends. Let the thought ring for a while; please proceed. I've been planning my day like the chess games they always are. I move here and here, do this and this. The outcome predicted only slightly different from the outcome achieved; prediction makes perfection.

I think on my chances. How one text, and two little phone calls, can change the view of something so pure and honest in it's nature. Misconstrued are the efforts of my deep longing. I mean you no harm; come, go and may peace be with you.

The Goddess, A poem

The Goddess
By: Klive Mercer

Wake up and make a fresh pot of coffee. As I make this soon to be delicious brew, the aroma fills my empty soul. Now I can start my day, one cup at a time. With the caffeine entering my bloodstream I am infused with the one, the only, java goddess.

Lakeside Dreaming, A short poem

Lakeside Dreaming
By: Ryan Beodeker


The sun is shining down on the lake as I sit resoundingly between the backs of two palm trees. Church bells. I see the chorus of miniature cars race past the toy sized houses across the lake from me. A duck and her ducklings float by, beautiful.

End Game, A short poem

End Game
By: Klive Mercer

Because of You, A short poem

Because of You
By: Kit Carson

What my thoughts are of, A poem

What my Thoughts are of
By: Ryan Beodeker

I sat down one evening and figured I'd take down my thoughts. First reaction then was to turn off the light. For deep thought, solitude of somewhat darkness. I sit alone in the dimly lit room with myself; searching the inner depths of my own mind.

The Snake Charmer, A poem

The Snake Charmer
By: Kit Carson

There is a certain gift bestowed.
The masses naught see it lest,
they who hear it willingly jest.
Off to then pursue the rest.
The gift that's given quite the best.

Much like the snake charmer,
do I possess the talent,
to sway the savage beast.
The flute he waves,
makes all the snakes rave,
hidden in my speech.

Memories of a Dream, A short Poem

Memories of a Dream
By: Charles Wood

It all starts off with a smile
from a pretty girl with a lip piercing.
She looks up at me lovingly;
a friendly, warm gesture
that I vaguely recognize.
Her smile, that smile,
I have seen it before.

I am enough, A short poem

I am enough
By: Ryan Beodeker

 

If today was the day, wherein I'd spread my wings and fly away, I'd fly away to a sun filled day, never to look back on those skies of grey, and even though the sentiment is quite cliche, some day I hope to just fly far far away.

Can you See it?, A poem

Can you See it?
By: Ryan Beodeker


I have ascended to a higher plain of existence. I have reached the summit of my own personal Everest and have placed my flag upon its snow covered peak. I have escaped from the socialized, the modernized society that engulfs the conscious minds of the youth. For I have ascended. I have shuffled off my mortal coil and opposing a vast sea of troubles I ended them with upward motion. I have burst forth and now I see.

Bane of Man, A short poem

Bane of Man
By: Charles Wood