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tears | tears

jitu-rajgor's picture
Sep.06.2013
photo courtesy...Kelly Rae. When you read your poem standing over there, I hear a sobbing hidden beneath. In loneliness you cry, And your tears become my fear, Increasing my wish to die. When you are sad, It drowns me in the abyss of pain. lonely I feel when you aren't with me, And it hurts...
mark-gillispie's picture
Apr.09.2013
I’ve spent recent days slipping in and out of consciousness. Unlike the weeks immediately following chemo, periods marked by a debilitating, flu-like malaise, I feel nothing now, just overwhelming fatigue. The weather this spring has been the most pleasant I can recall. Warm winds have sent...
dale-estey's picture
Mar.26.2013
Though it is true I am writing an historic trilogy where the fist novel is called Cry me No Tears, I do not anticipate it will bring tears to your eyes. Well ... maybe where the horse has to be put down, but other than that... [DE] * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *   Books That Made Us...
jodi-cutting's picture
Jan.24.2013
In the heart of a seven year old (or at least Midge), everyone is worthy of love and attention, and this is truly how she treats those around her.  She opens up and embraces them in a way that only a child could.  She does things with seven year old innocence, naivety.  She sees...
sherrie-theriault's picture
Dec.23.2012
  December 23   TRUE VOICE     Some tears pour from my eyes and others from my heart.  What once was a head-game and theory is now heartfelt and real.  I have grown in my compassion, leaving qualification on the curb.  Letters and notice mean so little in the full...
barry-eva's picture
Apr.17.2012
Finally managed to get the first of my several small books of roamnce stories out (in between radio shows) You can find out about the book by visitng http://romance2read.com Its a small read at a small cost, short five minute stories to enjoy in the only place you might get five minutes peace and...
mary-wilkinson's picture
Apr.10.2012
I  called my son in Dublin to find out how his French oral exam went. When he answered the phone he was crying. I said, why are you crying? He replied, onion, I'm chopping onions, making your butterbean and chorizo stew. Be sure to add a quarter teaspoon of vegan stock, I said and don't forget...
leslie-musoko's picture
Feb.21.2012
     ‘I hate you father, I hate you for leaving me!’ Timmy hissed quietly to himself. I am so mad! I am so angry! Mum does not understand! He clenched and unclenched his fists as he beat on the ground. I am my own man and no one but me knows what’s best for me. I have lived my life...
farzana-versey's picture
Feb.14.2012
foliage covered weeping sea the sun dipped to dry tears vacant sky awakened eyes hid rays that would die to see another day love came thorns piercing flowers blood flowed through the filigree of trees ~FV  - - -     The picture was taken from the promenade at Carter Road, Bandra...
sherrie-theriault's picture
Jan.25.2012
  January 25   LIFE AS AN ELM   I stand tall, my bark sloughing elongated rectangles.  Great bunions of protruding wood, giant bubbles of tight grain grown in reactionary curls, these tumors born of abuse and endured in maturation are harvested in recovery.  The burden of...