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This is a true story about how God performed a miracle for my son.
Essay | Updated Dec 21, 2014 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
I was thinking about the Civil War and how the Emancipation Proclamation rhymed when I wrote this poem.
A MEETING OF MINDS WITH AN OLDER LOVER AND A YOUNG MAN AND HER SON IN 1974.
Poetry | Updated Dec 19, 2014 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This poem was written for all of the people out there who had a father that didn't love or have time for them.
Poetry | Updated Dec 14, 2014 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This is a fictional poem
Poetry | Updated Dec 10, 2014 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Upon entering his home, a teenage boy finds blood on the floor and soon discovers that his so called 'happy family' is not so happy after all.
ON COLLECTING MY SON'S ASHES
Poetry | Updated Dec 3, 2014 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
single, beautiful, attractive woman named Sally Maitland is about to adopt a newborn baby boy from an orphanage.
might have some sexual content that might not be good for Small children.
Novel | Updated Nov 28, 2014 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
I wrote this for my unborn son.
Readers should be warned this is an R rated story that shows a very disturbed person, a tragic situation, and should be treated as such. If you like this story please leave a comment and consider becoming a fan; it really helps.
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...
By Katya Yermakova
A family living in the middle of a brutal war. I had to makes this poem out of a list of words I was given my a teacher. I kept the words in the order she gave them to me, and I just added my own words between them.
I dedicate this poem to a mother grieving the loss of her first born son. R.I.P. to Dari-yon Shorter.
Poetry | Updated Nov 3, 2014 | Reads: 42 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
This is a fictional poem.
Poetry | Updated Oct 28, 2014 | Reads: 13 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2