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By Susan Hartline Fouts
This is a piece of literature I wrote September 25,1985. I made it into a song in April of 1991. This piece was given to me, I believe divinely, after a severe depression that I was having due to the guilt of having three abortions. It took me back to three stages in my life and how I felt at...
Reaching that equilibrium and finding ones own closure.
The heart has become weary, but hasn't begun its dark descent. Redemption is still a possibility. I can almost recall it if I concentrate really hard!
By Sara Winters
Caught alone on a dark night, one man reflects on his past mistakes as he feels his life quickly coming to an end. Will one young woman be able to save him and herself from an uncertain fate as their paths and purpose become one and the same?
Short Story | Updated Mar 31, 2008 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
By Bruce Morse
I found that having my first child started me on the path to making peace with the past.
Poetry | Updated Mar 25, 2008 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Bitter Irony
Not every cloud has a silver lining.
Freedom of flying
Poetry | Updated Mar 14, 2008 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A poem for healing.
Poetry | Updated Feb 21, 2008 | Reads: 284 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 3
A traditional haiku poem. 3 line 5-7-5 syllable format.
Prayer can heal mind and body.
Poetry | Updated Feb 10, 2008 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 7 | Likes: 14
This was written from personal experience, and I'm probably not the only one that has gone through this. Hope you like it.
A poem I wrote.
Poetry | Updated Jan 10, 2008 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Half Chewed Pen
Hey ho spring is in the air .although it's still December.(all that global warming )
Thought I would dust out a few old cobwebs .
Poetry | Updated Dec 30, 2007 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 2
By S R Forbes
I wrote this poem during a year I took between high school and college. I wrote it after looking at the ground under a bench on an overlook near my house. The title refers to finally getting out of the hospital.
Poetry | Updated Dec 19, 2007 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
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Grab some lotion, spread it on.
By Bitter Irony
I cannot give you my life; this broken heart is all I have to give. Song Lyrics.