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Every so often a child is born into death, born into hell. They are my withered roses, destined to crie and fall. Their homes are that of hallowed ground, their blood, that which births a withered rose.
Oh, how I love lilies. Sweet, sweet lilies.
By Constantinos Grigoriadis
So long as there is nothing without an opposite, smile...
The Death will change to Birth !
By Hei Yun
Two men are "reborn" in a dead, frightening world. Their sins washed away they're given a second chance at life and human nature is defined.
Short Story | Updated Dec 9, 2007 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Amity Willows
Show us the happy,
As well as the sad,
Show us the hopeful,
Not just the bad.
A birth is a something we all fathom,
for all living creatures reproduce.
From the deep blue sea, to the highest mountains,
for a friend at allpoetry.
My name is Cara Louann.
My user name is PoovyLou.
My birthday is April 3rd, I am an Aries.
A new life is the most presious thing anyone can give you. At the same time it is the most frightning.
Poetry | Updated Oct 30, 2007 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
I was a 'miracle' baby of sorts. My mother's tenth and final pregnancy... and the first to survive. This then finally is my gift to mom and dad after sixty years of trying.
Poetry | Updated Oct 30, 2007 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 4 | Likes: 5
By L J Harris
Upon reflection, an old man realises he has one more lesson to teach his son. A 200 word writing challenge.
About my Ancestry Research
Poetry | Updated Sep 24, 2007 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
First chapter(s) of a memoir about losing my mother at birth.
Novel | Updated Sep 7, 2007 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
My poetry is full of different topics like my medical problems, family & friends etc... Again there are poems bout nature, religion and relationships, birth, emotions, depression, grief, love, sex