This Used To Be My Playground
I love the internet–having access to big ideas, stories, new possibilities. As Schoolhouse...
Read MorePosted by Bonnie Sludikoff | Dec 3, 2011 | Art & Entertainment, Films & TV, Government & Politics, Humor |
I love the internet–having access to big ideas, stories, new possibilities. As Schoolhouse...
Read MorePosted by Carol Baker | Dec 3, 2011 | Healing from Grief, Life Lessons, People |
He Dared To Ripple My Pond There is an author from Limerick, Ireland named Louie Byrne who wrote...
Read MorePosted by Fae Parker | Dec 2, 2011 | Surviving Abuse |
I’m going to be honest yet unemotional and refuse to go into deep detail.This isn’t my usual style of writing so I apologise for any spelling/puncuation problems. SO that being said this WAS my life. My birth parents...
Read MorePosted by Fae Parker | Dec 2, 2011 | Life Lessons, Lifestyles, Overcoming Addiction, Poetry, Surviving Abuse, Written Word |
As the candle dies out, and the flames disapear from my sight. I’ve never felt so good in my life. so numb, comfortably, brokenly numb. so hateingly, uncaringly, perfectly numb. i can’t feel on the inside,...
Read MorePosted by Fae Parker | Dec 2, 2011 | Healing from Grief, Life Lessons, People, Poetry, Saving Lives from Human Trafficking, Self-Love, Surviving Abuse, Written Word |
Life starts, when the blood is all dried and your tears are all gone. When you have no more promises to left break and your forced to carry on. Life starts the moment your too numb to fake . and you’ve broken everything that you...
Read MorePosted by Fae Parker | Dec 2, 2011 | Poetry, Self-Love, Surviving Abuse, Written Word |
There is a pin point, A flame burning, low and deep down, drowning in the dead pools that pass for her eyes. no matter the pills she swallows, the scars that she makes. No matter how they try to break her, to kill her, to pull...
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