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This is based on losing touch with reality, believing that one day things will go back to normal, when they never can.
By Marie Jones
This is about mourning the loss of a loved one... Let me know what you think.
Poetry | Updated Jan 8, 2014 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This book is about the loss of my son and how I have managed to take such a tragedy and turn it into a positive way to help others. I want parents who have lost a child realize they are not going through this alone.
By The Bronc Writer
Reflections on Love and Gladiators
A quarter of my thoughts when you left. Feedback is much appreciated, thanks for reading :)
By Jack Angus Golightly
I'm so annoyed I couldn't remember his name. I just remember my Mum reading this out to me at the breakfast table and thinking about it all day.
losing self in love
By Russ Nielsen
The Lernier family experiences the challenges of caring for an elderly parent. They learn to take joy in those rare moments when their mother's dementia lifts from her mind, and she is able to communicate with them in a coherent fashion.
Poetry | Updated Sep 8, 2013 | Reads: 16 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Good ol' Clu decides not to die.
Miscellaneous | Updated Aug 25, 2013 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 3
A lesson learned about love.
Poetry | Updated Aug 22, 2013 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Tucker Haase
The first chapter of a novel idea I gave up on.
By Taylor Reel
A last goodbye, to my best friend I have ever had.
By Simple Songstress
A little song narrative about a girl who is taking too many risks.
Miscellaneous | Updated Jul 2, 2013 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
Sunshine beaming in from a window
Proud Lion Like shine
blends my thinking with the wine Im
drinking from none other than a Vine
one Paw deep in the Terra
soil moister than most
fertile crescent valley
alley of perception
for the prowl.
Lunatic Hour approaches