Freelit Stories

Maybe this poem needs to be introduced, maybe you just need to read it and follow your own path. The brazen lawlessness made me decide to post it. This individual needs...

How injury evolved me through and beyond the fucking pain of the insult.

The arrogance laid bare where compassion and empathy are traded in for select superiority. All in search for the new prophet. It's an old message seen before. There's no...

On the coffee grounds grows a mold. Mold can kill us and cure.

Alliteration in some corners of the literate world is considered to be a lesser part of the form of art. I strongly disagree with this view, I sincerely think alliterati...

The inexcusable way people who aren't tested and die from CoViD-19 and therefore aren't accounted for in the statistics, is heart wrenching, cold, calculating. Meanwhile...

Just HoPe a description for THis pOeM is unnecessary.

Finally there's someone who stands up against the filth and disgust that fills the front pages and back alleys of platforms like twitter and facebook. I wonder what thes...

A wish or prayer, appeal or beseeching for all. For all who suffered and suffer from the illness which strangles the World. For all who are lonely, confined, inside, afr...

The forensic evidence left by a murderer, in almost correct haiku syllables.

In a new World our species once more become hunter gatherers in our backyards and cities..

A journey

The singing and dancing magpies out here wake us up every single morning with their funny routine.

Another etymology of the word responsible, response-able, or the avoidance from responsibility. None of us can be excluded in this equation, and certainly not those who...

Illusion cheats on our eyes, as it does with the virtual perception. An illusion isn't virtual, although the virtual can be an illusion. It's not the threshold between u...

When all is dark, the light isn't only outside the tunnel, inside the tunnel burns a light too.

The inflammation infected all the way into the White House, where the piss stained prick could only admit to his very incompetence and get the load of his very own words...

Haiku, for a sorry soccer game. Gone forever. No more playing on this board. Close the game by folding it up and put it back in its box.

The how to is a phenomenon connected to this day and age. We all see the clickbait, the invitational banners, the lure with photos and videos. After the click this world...

It isn't just the president of the land of the free, who now finally has got his own bone spur war. All over the World our so-called leaders miss the boat to prepare, to...