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Everyone has ups and down in life.But when the person you love the most, deserts you, you succumb to solitude.I cling to my sole possession that is memories of happy days and favorite songs cherished by me the most. Because they are always by my side when I silently cry.
Poetry | Updated Nov 21, 2014 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Letting go of all that is inside and holding you down
from being who you are. Washing your hands and saying good by to bad memories.
when you are gone you somehow make me feel so small
Today we were gathered at the War Memorial in a hamlet called Kappel, which belongs to Freiburg, for it's Volkstrauertag, the day the people of Germany think and pray for the sons of Kappel (and other hamlets, town and cities) who fell in the two Great Wars. The World War I was fought 100 years...
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taken from my book, "Position The Thought"
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A Thanksgiving wish to my readers and to the everyone on this joyous day of thanks.
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...
I used to fear death. I wanted to share a short story about the many unique experiences I had on my grandfather's farm when I was only 6 years old. The many things my grandfather taught me about life and ultimately about death.
The roller coaster story of a girl as she grows up and recounts all her past 'loves' from pre-school to her present adult life and how each one affected her. (In case you can't tell it's a bit of a chick-flick).
By Noand Hegask
The things they hid from you when you were little.. Have you found them out? A sequel to Mandragona which correlates to Avengeador
A poem about depression, go figure.
Poetry | Updated Oct 30, 2014 | Reads: 18 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0