Tags : shame

Mother Must I

Mother Must I

A Poem by Don Shaw


I had to come back and edit this. I wrote this after reading the news of another child suicide. There is always hope. Suicide is a permanent decision ..
~I WISH~

~I WISH~

A Poem by Jillian Alexis


CAN A BROKEN HEART EVER BE MENDED?
Haterss

Haterss

A Poem by


People hate. What'cha gon' do?
More Pretty Weeds

More Pretty Weeds

A Poem by nunldon


Another
Beautiful People

Beautiful People

A Poem by Maroon Surreal


Often miles away Superstars Or If just down the street Unreachable Untouchable Can only be observed By afar. They are not directly looked in t..
Time Travel

Time Travel

A Story by Anonymous Me


It just dawned on me that I'm never gonna be her again. Gosh....that's terrifying.
Numérico

Numérico

A Poem by L'Enfant Terrible


Pffff
Preposterous

Preposterous

A Poem by L'Enfant Terrible


What type of confession is that? If there's a connection to the outer whatsoever?I grew uncertainty in the branches of my mind."Ho così paura d..
Parched Pavements

Parched Pavements

A Poem by Arly Parent


The pavement is no longer thirstyIt is slaked with the blood of the urban warriorIt...stopjust stopthe pavement is splattered with the hopes and d..
Coffee Shop “Hero”

Coffee Shop “Hero”

A Poem by Arly Parent


There's a limp in his step a stutter <thuh-dump thuh-dump> He's a mess. Shambling over, ambling over, to the front counter...
Childhood of a Victim

Childhood of a Victim

A Story by Beka Perry


I wrote this about my childhood. From the time I was 5-until now, only summarized. All things in her are true and not over exaggerated.
Shame's Hope

Shame's Hope

A Poem by Wild Willow Blue


Running away from the face in the mirror..
Dedecus.

Dedecus.

A Story by paper towel musing


My description of feeling shame.
Aqua Vitae

Aqua Vitae

A Poem by Jazmen


Inspired by water. "Aqua Vitae" is latin for "Water of Life"
I should have been better

I should have been better

A Poem by BrokenPuppet


I should have done better I just didn’t know how I’m sorry my face isn’t as pretty as hers And that my waist is too thick ..
When he tells me to go right

When he tells me to go right

A Poem by Annabelle Lee


Things are just a little hard right now

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