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By C Michael M
A meditation on the feeling of guilt.
Poetry | Updated Jan 22, 2012 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A short poetic story about drunk driving, the effects and loss.
Short Story | Updated Jan 19, 2012 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By Right Fielder
A poem to my Ex, whom still pursues me.
We all have our imperfection...
Poetry | Updated Jan 6, 2012 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
There's a poster on the wall in one of my classes at school. It's a picture of a young man in a uniform, only twenty one years old. He died in war. He used to go to my school. I didn't know him and I had never heard of him until I saw that poster next to the american flag. I decided to write a...
It's about a broken heart, and sometimes time can't heal, especially when it's your fault. I know many can relate to this..
Poetry | Updated Jan 3, 2012 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
A story of a girl who lost her dad in the 9/11.
Poetry | Updated Dec 31, 2011 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Vishal Arora
A homeopathic doctor...a psychological upheaval...family issue..this story tries to mix all this up in a background of commenting over the efficacy n legitimacy of Homeopathy....
By Spread My Wings
An angel falling from heaven.
By Discovery J13
Bree did something wrong that would haunt her for a lifetime, she now lives in guilt and pain, a dark hole agony. Is putting a end to her life an option, or does she have other options that leave her a future with just a little spark...?
An overwhelmingly painful yearning in me produced this piece. Hope you enjoy it. Deep and wide.
a piece on how guilt makes us human.
Poetry | Updated Dec 2, 2011 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
BREAKUPS AND MORE SAD STUFF..LOL
Poetry | Updated Dec 1, 2011 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
I have been struggling with PTSD for more years than I realized. This poem was part of an opening that I had closed. The muses were alive in this one...It is difficult fearing to feel what was repressed for so long.
There are many different wars around us. Societal, political, and age old....