Tags Trauma
Part II. TrippingA Chapter by leafletPart II. Tripping Laura liked the cold wind. It was hard to resist, going into the cold, with no scarf on, with nothing but a plain underwear right un.. |
The Depressed Elephant in the RoomA Book by andremcbaptistaDISCLAIMER: THIS BOOK WANTS TO HELP YOU. THIS BOOK CONTAINS THE FOLLOWING: A collection of thoughts about many topics such as depression, drug abuse, .. |
Chapter 1 - The Old LadyA Chapter by andremcbaptistaDISCLAIMER: THIS BOOK WANTS TO HELP YOU. THIS BOOK CONTAINS THE FOLLOWING: A collection of thoughts about many topics such as depression, drug abuse, .. |
birthday bluesA Poem by Meghan Reneehaha more vent poetry haha |
The Day That WasA Poem by DanielScanlonWas thinking about September 11th, 20th anniversary and this came about. |
Buried AliveA Story by Laz K.“Mr. DiLosa, you are charged with…” the detective started, but the man handcuffed and chained to a stainless steel table in the mi.. |
SistoryA Story by JeffTWhen your world ends, there's nothing like a sister who's been there and survived. |
R.I.PA Poem by Meghan Reneei sometimes try to connect with my inner child |
The Bride Who Loved RocksA Story by JeffTNever mind that they're way too young to get married. What counts is that you know how and what for. |
Amaranthine CombatA Poem by Molly Ann CarruthA poem out of my book, "Trauma into Beauty" |
Buried In The WeedsA Poem by Molly Ann CarruthA poem from my book "Trauma Into Beauty" |
Desperate ChaosA Poem by Molly Ann CarruthA poem from my book "Trauma Into Beauty" |
ImmuredA Poem by Molly Ann CarruthA poem from my book "Trauma Into Beauty" |
Inside Our Iris DreamA Poem by Molly Ann CarruthA poem from my book "Trauma into Beauty" |
Inside These WallsA Poem by Molly Ann CarruthA poem from my book "Trauma Into Beauty" |
NoTitlePoem#1A Poem by AKTIsJourneyingA collection of thoughts over the last few days, from 5/5/2021 to 5/8/2021 |
Chapter One: Purple HeartsA Chapter by angel frankieA young girl named August was a small-town girl who enjoyed skipping rocks at the lake behind her grandma's little apartment. She liked to lay out the.. |
The TasteA Poem by bethanybeeI tasted something I shouldnt havewhen I was a little girlI don't remember the taste wellI sometimes wonder if i dreamed itbut i hope I couldn't dream.. |
ThornsA Poem by sweetspicedgherkinsI don’t know how to describe it. |