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67The old saying "Sticks and Stones may break my Bones but words will never hurt me"
"Sticks and Stones may Break my Bones but Words will Never Hurt Me" by Monica Ortega From personal experience, I'd have to say this saying is not true...because words do hurt and they can affect and hurt a person so much so, that the results can...
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71Keeping Her Big Toe
This is an essay I wrote after my grandmother passed away. It's about a lesson I learned after pondering her life.
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63Poem: The Devil Inside
She came to me arms outstretched, said she’s looking for a friend, Gave me the warmest smile, and held out her hand. I took it mine, so warm, so soft, so loving, Let her suck my blood until I was left with nothing. Now here I am again,...
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66When Change Descends
Prose poetry in the form of self-realisations about life and taking control rather than being a mere passenger.
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68Soliloquy of Loss : The Bitter Tang of Regret
It is better to have loved once, and lost than to have never loved at all. Is this really so? But, what if the regret that piled up after a break-up weakened your verve for life? How does one cope with a loss that was ushered in by the sheer force of ignorance? This is a poem that talks of regrets that could be done without.
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64Emma May ( A Memorial Day Poem to my Still Born Neice )
This is a good-bye for my neice that I never did do at her passing. A great Memorial Day Taps video is included
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64What is Life About
Have you ever lost yourself to someone? Have you ever lost yourself to love? Have you ever been loved so much that you felt it was a dream? Didn't you hate the person that woke you up from this perfect dream? Has anyone ever said the exact things...
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62In Truth
A lyrical poem about being true to oneself and pursuing a path in life that is true, regardless of opposition or difficulty.
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63Following Me
A short piece that I express with confidence in knowing. A confidence in knowing what we want.
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71TIME AND AGAIN, AGAIN
The milk is spilled Cat out of the bag. T'was my blunder. ******* No shooting stars or dreams to wish on Silence...Golden? ******* Any wonder I'd set time FAR back? No milk. No cat. ******* Only silence. I'd sit weaving...
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