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Her name is Demi Lovato. She's twenty one, married, and has a brand new teaching job. Sounds like the dream life, right? Her life isn't a dream, but a nightmare. She's hiding things behind a fake smile. The question is, what is she hiding?
Niall Horan, Zayn Malik, Liam Payne, Harry Styles, and...
There are somethings in life that we must change and that is our option..but we must remember there are always consequences..however..sometimes who cares????
A poem from my first book, namely unnecessary poetry. An attempt to demonstrate where abuse can escalate to.
A woman discovers the courage to kill her abusive boyfriend.
This is the story of an abused woman who finally left her abuser...
Poetry | Updated Jan 7, 2012 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 1
Seraphina Briggs is trapped in an unhappy marriage and she doesn't even know it. She is a merely a creation of her husband and can't manage to stand on her own. Transparent and shy, Seraphina knows she'll never be happy, never be strong enough to stand on her own. She believes her only chance at...
This is about spousal abuse. This poem was published in Verve.
Poetry | Updated Mar 5, 2011 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Stephie Ann Gardner
this is about abuse
Poetry | Updated Dec 23, 2010 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 1
I wrote this for XxmimixX's music contest. This poem is sort of like a prelude to the song Stand My Ground by Within Temptation, therefore it is what someone might think about BEFORE finally singing that song. My poem evokes the feelings of a woman in an abusive relationship and her decision to...
By Devon Pitlor
A leather bound diary, written by a strange shrinking girl, grows veins and has a pulse like a beating heart
Another life. Another time. A life that was full of despair and misery - just who created all the pain?
Emory returns to her past with her secrets burned into her skin. She looking for a savior, but no one can save her other than herself.
By Ron Fradkin
Every year when Christmas rolls around, I am reminded of this play, that never saw the light of day since I wrote in 1983. I am not one to try to market my writing, which means it's highly doubtful this will ever get published or produced. So this year I decided, once and for all, I wanted to...