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We aim all the time, but, joy comes not, peace is a naught, Bliss rarely arrives, mirth, mind derives, comes gloom often, get we limited fun.
Who are you? You are a wild flower!
Short Story | Updated Nov 12, 2014 | Reads: 34 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Michael Hayssus
After a bad experience with a very close person,the disappointment and hurt that followed almost took over my entire life,I found some comfort writing a diary and short articles on my daily journal ,in time I was able to forgive and forget and in turn found peace and liberation,by publishing...
By Henrry Quintanilla
A normal husband, and wife bond turns out to be...a disturbing time.
I was 10 years old when this happened and it was Christmas time and our little fake tree sat there bare as could be. I have 3 sisters all younger than me and I just knew that Santa was not real.
I submitted this to the newspaper back in 1991 because they were have a writing contest for the...
By Grace Is Enough
I wrote this after being hurt by friends.
Poetry | Updated Aug 21, 2014 | Reads: 37 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 2
When I published my first book, I got support and praise. It did not come from those who loved me and should have been proud of me. It came from strangers, who knew nothing about the 10 yr long struggle to get it written, about the breakdown, suicide attempt, and brain injury sustained while ...
By Shielah Yuyama
A glimpse of your journey.
By Joe Mama
Growing up and forgetting your innocence.
What happened in a year.
Too beautiful to live to young to die
This is listed as true-confessions,because well,it happened.
By Jennifer Brighton
I don't remember much afterwards... just the hollow feeling, driving in the darkness and the sickly glow of that fiery, orange light.
Have you ever been disappointed by a boy, a best friend, a loved one? I have.
This piece can also be found at my blog: http://amyrae2609.wordpress.com/2014/01/28/its-monday/
Poetry | Updated Feb 28, 2014 | Reads: 31 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 2
By Jennifer Brighton
I fear I have written one love poem too many...