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Random First Lines:A week in the life of my son, Sam, told as if from his own perspective.
Written in September 2015. » Read
a burned out medic is standing in at a big street party at which she and her partner are providing medical assistance, while you can expect everything and anything to do wrong, you don't expect what goes down behind the closed ambulance doors...
He loves me through thick and thin.
Poetry | Updated Nov 6, 2013 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 2
Another one of my poems...this one is about a friend and you're not sure if they care or if they're fake. Let me know what you think please.
By Luna Emerson
"Don't wish, don't start. Wishing only wounds the heart." Wicked
This is a story that'll strike close to the heart.
Short Story | Updated Mar 10, 2013 | Reads: 29 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A consideration of clichÃ©s- particularly 'Time Heals All Wounds'.
This is the kind of senseless rabble that occurs in my head. It does get quite off topic.
If anything, this is just an account of inner-monologue.
"Never fight for something that will make you lose more than you can gain."
This is another poem related to my siblings, my mother, and my step father. This is the way I began to feel after years and years of this abuse and neglect.
27 year old best-selling novelist Kelsey Rivers never expected to receive the news that her father had suffered a stroke. Forced to face her fear of flying, she board the first plane headed for Fairbanks, Alaska. When inclement weather causes her flight to cancel, Kelsey turns to her...
The wounds I hold broke my fragile heart, all the pieces of my heart have shaddered into millions of pieces. The ones I loved died.....now I'm alone all in this falling world....I lie in darkness wondering "Will I ever escape this stinging pain I hold?..." ~Mika~
A SHORT POEM ABOUT HAVING FAITH..
By Layne Selavy
â€œYeah, New Austin, the last real outlaw country. Where the old ways still hold true. You do a man wrong, he'll shoot you for it. You do a man right...well, he still may shoot you for it. But at least you have an idea of what's right and what's wrong here.â€
First of all, I\'d like...
By A Broken Dream
I wanted things to stay the same, just wished I pressed pause at that moment. Doesn't everyone want things to stay happy?
I'm decribing a man that has to travel in warzone of his life wounded. He must survive and adapt to his environment. Will he overcome? You be the judge.
Poetry | Updated Jan 10, 2011 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0