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A tragic story about a feeble minded man who is haunted by the ghost of his dead daughter.
By Earl Chambers
Old age can be a daunting thing. When we lose those whom we love, to Whom will we turn?
By Libbyanne Jennings
To completely break it up or not...?
Poetry | Updated Dec 31, 2014 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 1
A little poem about how I feel at this moment in my life
Poetry | Updated Nov 19, 2014 | Reads: 24 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
This is a draft of a poem I wrote after learning that a man I once loved had taken his own life. I used an iPad so the capitalizations isn't perfect. This was not meant to be a statement on anything. I made a mistake and I suffered for that mistake and so did he. My former boyfriend hit me and...
Poetry | Updated Nov 8, 2014 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
We all have a past, one we try to run from, a past we try to hide from. One anticipation to another the loyalties of death are what becomes us. I wander towards my past because it is me. Watching my brother drown at his young age became my reality, my caution, my future. What I didnâ€™t...
By Danny Deaththorn
I loved you.
I lost you.
But at least you're happy.
Poetry | Updated Oct 3, 2014 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
She is gone, but my heart beats on.
Poetry | Updated Oct 3, 2014 | Reads: 24 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 0
Memoirs from the Stars tells the tale of two close friends and the lives they lead, and how they become tangled and confused; lives of love, loss and tragedy. But can they find happiness?
Here you will find the prologue, just a short tease in to this world. Feedback would be highly appreciated!
wrote this today. it relates to my life a lot, trying to overcome some of my past, but everyday it just comes back.
Poetry | Updated Sep 11, 2014 | Reads: 16 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Dear Babe, I love you so.
By Denny Allan
I think this speaks for itself.