Castle Of Ice
/…storm outside was so unfair.
The damage done could not be repaired.
I filled the holes with my bare fingers,
but the walls still wouldn't…
By Jonna Kihlman
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…storm outside was so unfair.
The damage done could not be repaired.
I filled the holes with my bare fingers,
but the walls still wouldn't…
By Jonna Kihlman
Read MoreA story about odds and…
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…passed as the children grew.
School graduations behind the horizon now,
Jeb got married and lived at some…
By Ken Gosse
Read More…by the poppies of pride,
Thou harbour happ an heir to honour,
Ignoring instinct with avaricious abide.
Like light lures legions of…
By Aadityaamlan Panda
Read More…at a kitchen table
in a rented cabin.
I took a sip of gin on the rocks.
The burn in my…
By Andy Cooper
Read More...lasts forever
This is nature’s way
To recycle materials
To bring in new…
By Shih-Fang Wang
Read More…settles
Damp mists rise
Separate tendrils join together
into a deep fog that shrouds…
By Mike Turner
Read More…misfortune strikes
And people are in angst,
Their leaders perplexed,
The economy in…
By Blue Musings
Read More…cyst until it is a mass
A mass is just a mass until it is cancer
Cancer is just cancer.
Come with…
By Fran Pearce
Read More…eats me like a gourd of flesh,
this slimy beast I dread; two weeks or more
until my heart's (that once was young and fresh)
a hole that brims with the plaque…
By Ngoc Nguyen
Read MoreWe all have moments…
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…my past. I buried you
under a deep layer of dust.
I’m not lighting a…
By Petrouchka Alexieva
Read MoreGrey Thoughts is a place for a multitude of creators in numerous different mediums to display their creative projects for the world to see.