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By Reveal Me Not
Poetry | Updated Jul 29, 2015 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Jeff Bezaire
One of the last poems I wrote in my early twenties before taking a break for 3/4 years.
The loss of innocence, the struggle to remain an individual, and the reluctant pursuit to fit in with others. There are always consequences.
A boy finds his ultimate reason for living only to experience it's decimation and his entire belief system.
Fabiola is a girl who loves flowers just as much as Tern does.
Poetry | Updated Jun 17, 2015 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
By Melty Cat
Gadget and Prince finish a mission on a high note. And by 'high' I mean whale noises.
A short letter I wrote to my Uncle Geoffrey A Fout owner of Keagan's in Virginia Beach, VA who molested me when I was 5 years old. You can contact him if you wish at Keaganâ€™s 1-757-228-1787 or at his other number 1-757-204-4948. His public address as found on the internet is 3176...
My personal story of my childhood abuse, neglect and molestation by my Uncle and how that shaped me into the person I am today. How the molestation forever changed a five or six year old into a homosexual later in life. The negativity that arose as a result and all the pain that accompanied...
This is a fictional poem.
Poetry | Updated May 1, 2015 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 5
It's a rainy day
Poetry | Updated Apr 25, 2015 | Reads: 12 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By Patricia Mcgurk Martin
Someone unknown said to me when I was in a trance
You are going to have his shirt on
or wear it thinking it is a womanâ€™s blouse
his childhood shirt with memories of his Boyhood Lost
with symbols I, the designer of the shirt, put in it once
In my youth
Inspired by the upturned world of Alice In Wonderland, this poem explores the effects of our society in which children grow up before their time.
the hymms from sunday school the loss of innocence.
Poetry | Updated Mar 12, 2015 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Based on the writing prompt "I hold his sword and wonder if he was a good man."
The poem tells a short story that happened to me :)