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I Am An ArtistA Poem by cvI am an artist,I paint stories with red ink,Can I show you a picture,Can you tell me what you think?I am an artist,I paint stories with sharp edges,I .. |
BurntA Poem by Cult RejectMy legs are wobbly jellied eels Bones deformed yet heavy-leaded anchors Like when I’m sick from flu, sweating, Reaking sweet cough syr.. |
MaKenzie BabyA Poem by ROXANE DORSEYMaKenzie baby girl, how you came into our worldlittle like a kitten, how we held you in our mittensevery night for you baby did you need sleepyou sang.. |
La Danse de la MortA Poem by TimMother Death plays the flute that will someday be heard by us all. |
Metal HeartA Story by skiiish367A human falls in love with an outdated Robot. |
MemoriesA Poem by Voice CroweMemories of you will go on in my dreamsDestiny has an awakening, it seems....You are no longer beside me now....You're gone now forever, to heaven you.. |
FighterA Book by Wendy Seames GarnerMy fight with Metastatic Breast Cancer |
Autumn WalkA Chapter by Wendy Seames GarnerIt was a perfect autumn day to be walking, pushing my walker, through the woods, contemplating my decision. |
Cancer Diary - October 18 thru November 21, 2017A Chapter by Wendy Seames GarnerSo much is happening, much too fast for comfort, and yet not fast enough. The waiting is hard when you know the cancer is advancing. |
Smoke and AshA Story by WillaDanversListen to 'Little House' by Amanda Seyfried. It's tune and soft words brought my heart to tears whilst writing this. |
Cancer Diary - November 28 thru December 13, 2017A Chapter by Wendy Seames GarnerIt seems my life now consists of medical appointments. |
The BeginningA Chapter by Wendy Seames GarnerShe referred me to a surgeon who did a biopsy right then and there in his office. By the next day, I was in surgery. I had a lumpectomy of the left br.. |
9-11-2001A Chapter by Wendy Seames GarnerI had a busy day ahead of me. A doctor's appointment at 11:00 am, to remove my port, then friends were coming for tea at 1:00 pm to help me celebrate. |
DeathA Poem by Jes' PiI starved for constant silence,For a gentle sleep of eternal spirit-but now it's only oblivion and darknessOf my rough coarse disregard. |
TristezaA Poem by Linnaea LeallaEmpecé a aprender español. |
***Four Hours Earlier***A Chapter by Sira YRFlashback on what led up to the untimely demise of Harmony and Jacobi's parents :/ |