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It was Christmas Day and a horrible incident was about to unfold.When it happened, I was only four years old.It was Mom's last Christmas, she'd never have another.I found my dad's gun and I shot and killed my mother.
When I fired my gun at a criminal, I accidentally shot an innocent bystander.I made a horrible mistake, I was supposed to shoot someone else than her.
On August 4, 2022, he was paralyzed from the shoulders down.He had a car accident and he will be lowered into the ground.For eight seasons he starred in "Magnum P.I." as T.C.
A 17 year old boy put a bunch of firewrks on his head.The fuses were lit and when they exploded, he was dead.His mother was angry and tried to have fireworks banned.But there was something that his mother didn't understand.
Occasionally We see Phenomenal matters of love
Swift over desert... Flying through the air. Time stops! His legs, once, no more.
Anna was walking late one night, Hunting for some food to bite But she fell down a simple flight Of stairs that truly were a sight They found Anna the following day,
The day I almost took a life. It was July 27th around 7:30 p.m. It was a very rainy night My boyfriend and I were coming back from a Chase bank.
I was 3 when my life was flipped upside downI never got to sleepover at a friends house or Ride a bike or been ask to danceNever got to chase my brother or play like a normal kid
Home is a sanctuary, a place of love and warmth. Where a child's height is marked year after year on the laundry room wall. At Christmas time, the smell of cookies and laughter
My limber limbs had once walked and ran Obedient to my every command I was your muse, your lover, and your cause Life was oh so sweetly buried and lost In endless kisses poured out on us
Cleanliness important since birth Ingrained in his head since he was a kid Friday morning palms overhead Leaves are looking a little long Traces of dirt find their way to the ground
White pillows, beeping, a rush of fluids in my arm. Oblivion. It is the dawning of a new year, but I am stranded In this room, awaiting the sentence, the doom, the judgment. They put me down and replaced me.
if you asked me to write down all my trivial thoughts i remember on a daily basis, there wouldn't be many. maybe a melody of laughter with friends or blurry faces brushing by in the hall or
Water surrounds the only place you can call home Counting the weeks Each tally mark reading 1, 2, 3 You remember the first day you woke up The first time animal became part of your name
I am a big sister of one younger brother, A boy who is ornery compared to no other. Little siblings we were, doing things we should not,
Here’s a silly poem I came up with. Disclaimer: It is NOT to be taken seriously. I was inspired by a Limerick poem which is meant to be silly and weird. Often times they make little to no sense at all.
June.. June 2014! A day that changed my life. That accident was horrific.Two broken ankles and a fractured hand. Who knew that something like this would happen to me? A week after high school graduation. But GOD....
It was an accident
The sound of the crashing waves Keeps me at bay With a pound of thunder As the sound gets greater I wait until later to come around The sun goes down I wonder off to the crystal waters
Her hands were balled tight. I saw the tendons stretch around her white knuckles. She saw me looking, which exaggerated her anger. How could I be observing At a time like this? Two days passed
hey daddy, it's me, you're little girl... I need to tell you something that will make you want to curl. I went to that party, it was right down the block, but I didn't bother telling you, I was distraught.
I shuffle through canvases, looking for the right size. Through tall and short, rectangle or square, til one catches my eyes. I pull it out, place it on my easel, then turn to my paint.
I see your tears everyday and just want to hold you tight,I hear you when you cry in your pillow every single night,I watch you go to work and whisper I love you in your ear,
Policemen, firefighters, reporters of death in general, always say the same thing: “They died instantly—there was no pain.”
Alive I am Alive yes I am Alive My bones tingle with the energy of life itself The energy of life surrounds me it protects me it cradles me, guides me guidance
It was on an usual August day This story is not easy to say Without getting all teary eyed Knowing it was my last goodbye
Calm and low the engine hummed, Singing its incessant tune, As they glided down the road, Under the placid moon.
I don’t want to write a poem for you It’s just not something I am into At least not at this particular second And not just because you beckoned
She thought she was invincible 19 and young Invincible to the cops Invincible to the shots Invincible to a drive That took her down a road late one night She ran from the cops,