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By Ally Shark
I don't know if you guys know this, but April is child abuse prevention month. I absolutely hate child abusers! This is my way to spread the word. (And Booksie and my iPad better let me format is right!)
Luna is tired of suffering from her family. She wants to end it all but does not have the guts to do so. She plays her piano to try to ease the pain but the pain she is trying to ease is too strong to handle.
When wife of an important government official is threatened to be killed if she doesn't end the life of her own lover, she looses everything to defend him in times of great trouble for their city.
Life is a process.
Ok, so this isn't really poetry: it's the lyrics to a song I made up. I plan to put it to music soon... But I'd like some feedback on my song lyric abilities :)
By R Anonymous
How would she keep his death a secret?
Short Story | Updated Apr 5, 2014 | Reads: 69 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Medea Rene
From the point of view of an aborted child, watching its mother from Heaven.
Poetry | Updated Apr 3, 2014 | Reads: 28 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 2
A poem to my mother who died 9-11-12.
She lost a daughter and always blamed herself and I want her to be happy now that she is reunited with her.
By Elton Camp
A joy of childhood I'd like to experience again
Poetry | Updated Mar 26, 2014 | Reads: 17 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
Farid, a boy who doesn't know how to swim, is gathering courage to learn how, and to face his fear of swimming. Enjoy!
Gina has high hopes. But being stuck in a dingy city as a street walker trying to provide for her and her boyfriend becomes difficult with what is to occur.
We all have things from our past, big or small, that hold us back in some way. It can make us stronger or it can tear us apart. Either way, it's hard to escape it.
Poetry | Updated Mar 15, 2014 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Steve Van
I wrote this poem to describe the bond of a mother's love and the confrontation of living life on life's terms. I am describing an awaking to the reality of true love post a harsh fall.
â€œAn early evening on a late Fall / Autumn dayâ€
The space below him is orangish, marking the presence of old orange leaves shed from the tall trees.
Plenty of noise, from tens of people surrounded him.
He tried to concentrate and observe them, but he could not.
Article | Updated Mar 12, 2014 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1