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Have you ever wondered how it felt for you when you were born? If you could remember the event, how would you tell the story?
By Jeff Bezaire
This is a story about homosexuality and the difficulty a couple may have in being accepted by society, but the love they have for each other and their children. It is told from the children's point of views. Love is love, regardless of who we love.
1) Allow oneself to enjoy the pleasure of.
2) Become involved in (an activity, typically one that is undesirable or disapproved of).
3) Allow oneself to enjoy a particular pleasure.
"this isn't right" I speak out of huge intakes as he moves on top of...
Novel | Updated Jul 27, 2015 | Reads: 50 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Nocturnal Ponderings
I'm just trying to figure my life out.
Miscellaneous | Updated Mar 24, 2015 | Reads: 38 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 3
By Sai Ryoko
Please daddy, just open up to mommy! You can pretend that I don't exist just love her like you used to!
The feeling of losing a baby, your own blood, can never be expressed in words. Try as you might, Those feeling of loss can never take shape in words...
This poem is in honor of my father who passed away May 8, 2014. I'll always miss him
Poetry | Updated Nov 24, 2014 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
There comes a point in life when you have to say goodbye
Poetry | Updated Oct 12, 2014 | Reads: 20 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
A short poem. Left up for interpretation.
Poetry | Updated Aug 4, 2014 | Reads: 22 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 1
Got pissed off at my dad. Not trying to sound like one of those teen girls with daddy issues but he has barely been in my life and this is basically about him.
everything gets better
A poem about the loss of cancer and a young girl.
For BriannasBooks poetry contest.
By Arturon Gillespie
A child's love is all encompassing
Poetry | Updated Jun 15, 2014 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
This is a poem I wrote to my Daddy when he was going to leave (As in leave my family, you know walk out and get a divorce. That kind of thing). I don't usually write poems about myself or anything that is too personal but hey, there's a first time for everything.
Run my little child, run and hide.