Writing

Christmas Tantrum

A Poem by Randy Johnson

My son asked for a video game console and I ended up being sorry.I went Christmas shopping at a flea market and bought him an Atari.When he unwrapped ..

Best Christmas Gift Ever.

A Poem by Onlyme

She held my hand so tiny in mine.I kiss her forehead and look down upon heradorable sweet face.My wife. Was worn out and tired.And the nurse. Smiled f..

The War Came Home

A Poem by Mitchell J.U.

To be described upon request.

Embracing the uncertain or embracing the Devine

A Chapter by Agar

first time at fine art school, I had a heavy past as a permanent student, I never thought I could be at such a place where future can bring great expe..

Sadness All Around.

A Poem by Onlyme

The father of the child who wants to see his baby.but the mother wants nothing to do with him ever again. So the child suffers.As he is ban from seein..

Chloe

A Poem by Onlyme

Sally, just woke up and turned andsaw a note on the sideof her bedside table. Written by a childIn crayon.She opened it up and sat up in bedand read i..

The Pampered Child

A Poem by Onlyme

To wrap, a child up in cotton wool, all its life. Just messes them up.And makes them feel, as thoughthey can bully you.Into fixing them, when they ups..

The Great Dam

A Poem by Dominik D. Ravens

A child's love and pride is the most brittle thing you could ever hurt.

Sour Secrets

A Poem by Dominik D. Ravens

We suffocate on the secrets we refuse to tell anyone but ourselves.

Overpower

A Poem by Katsura

I hate it when someone has powerpower over me, my friends,power that they abuse.To abuse powerdoesn't mean using it against policyit means using whate..

That loving Touch & Personnally Made.

A Poem by Onlyme

Do you rememberAs a child your motherwould be knitting or crochetingmaking things for a newbornin the family. Or for a relative, as well as a close fr..

A mother's love is beyond eternal

A Poem by Onlyme

She visits her daughter's grave. Every day, maybe just for 10 to 20 minutes at a time. To feel close to her. As she never forgot herand never will...

Entertaining ourselves with cheap and made up game..

A Poem by Onlyme

I remember as a child,going out and playing with my friendsplaying gameslike "hiding and seek," "dodge ball",using a long skipping ropewhere one perso..