Hibiscus

Imma go cry in a corner, 'cause nobody's commented on it. T-T No all?

The man was remembering what had been said, which was...? I watched his fists tense up, almost like a physical attempt to conjure up some words. I could tell he’d ...

Um... don't just try and slap something down. If you want to write a poem, I think you should give it time. It's like growing a plant (which I suck ...

We used to live inside a fairy tale-- With colors, music, life and love. It was, so far, the perfect world, And we were, so far, the perfect pair. We ...

I didn't read anyone else's comments, so pardon me if I repeat anything. So... this was pretty good. I just want to say that maybe you could have done better ...

“I finally know why I’m leaving.” Then with scissors she tinged the thread. We laid the quilt in the coffin, bowing our heads like bent book pages. The first procession: ...

You are nothing but a fairytale Is fiction not a crime? A gripping tale of courage, Your lies are like a chime. If you where as noble, As your caracter ...

The seasoned man grows close to the chair. Like parking lot lovers, they greet with metal fronts. With knees bent, and fabric meetings, they endure one another. The antique man ...

I didn't read anyone's comments, expect like, the first two, so if I say anything repetitive, I didn't know. Anyway. I. loved. it. Now, I loved it until a certain ...

She is sun-blazed and peels open her eyes like the skin off grapes. She is a maestro in her movements, and beckons me to sit with her, as if I ...

((Been wanting to write a poem about a window sill, lol. I got the idea and then had all these different poem ideas hit me. The original window sill idea ...

Which of these photos do you like best? I'm submitting one and I don't know which one to submit. This one I thought was very arr-tee-stick, lol. I drew the ...

The others were good... but I LOVED the second one. Amazing.

(I... wasn't going to do this...write a poem off the short story I wrote, which can be found here: But I got bored and wrote a poem anyway, and so ...

Thumbs bend. Fabric covered fingers slip into gap. The hull splinters open. A tiny, grass green nut in the palm. Hand to mouth. Repeat process. Thumbs bend. Fabric covered fingers ...