Tags Damaged
The BeginningA Chapter by“Perhaps there is nothing more irreplaceable than a damaged soul” |
Game Level 1A Chapter by“When one’s happiness is gone, is it irretrievable?” |
ScoreA Chapter by"What is that thing called love ... lust" |
Game ProgressA Chapter byLove? ... Lust? ... Love? ... Lust? |
Game Level 2A Chapter byIt is love ... |
The point when the heart gets brokenA Chapter byIt is a wise person who never allow oneself to feel so as not to get hurt, but who amongst us is wise? |
The endA Chapter byWhere can a broken heart go to stop the ache? |
DamagedA Poem by Viki RachelA young woman is tired of living with abuse, after many years of it. |
Damaged - Session V, Age 24A Book by Octob3r StarOctob3r Star continues his fifth installment of open sessions since 2003. Session V: Damaged. |
AaminaA Chapter by PersonaFluttering eyelashes, the heart monitor beeped. I expected someone tocall me, like my mother,to softly stroke my head and say,"Aamina, it's okay, yo.. |
DamagedA Chapter by Octob3r StarDamagedWould I feel so damaged in me? If I’d never- had to have known Would damage have to agree? If I wasn’t so fucked up and se.. |
Empty Heart to FerryA Chapter by Octob3r StarInfluenced from Florence + The Machine's: Heavy In Your Arms. |
PrologueA Chapter by Octob3r StarPROLOGUEAbove all that we face as individuals, coming to grip with reality sometimes sheds worse than the birthing of a butterfly. Brilliant, source.. |
No Happiness without SorrowA Poem by NevaMy own personal walls surrounding meProtecting me from the evil and painWanting to live a life without fearBut the walls became my prisonThis protecti.. |
Bittersweet LoveA Poem by NevaYour love was like a drug to me;A sweet poison, filling my mindAddiction; soon to be needing youSoon to have no other light than youAnd before I knew .. |
Your LifeA Chapter by Octob3r StarYour LifeThere’s a boy down there Hears all about you’re expedition Holds close to prayer; In hopes for days without your repetit.. |
Forget Me NotA Chapter by Octob3r StarForget Me NotTo make illusion out of empty paper Was such a desire, the endless ink Layered pinnacle to their emptiness This cold morning wa.. |