agonia english v3 |
Agonia.Net | Policy | Mission | Contact | Participate | ||||
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
||
![]() |
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() | |||||
Article Communities Contest Essay Multimedia Personals Poetry Press Prose _QUOTE Screenplay Special | ||||||
![]() |
|
|||||
![]() |
agonia ![]()
■ Venus and Adonis ![]()
Romanian Spell-Checker ![]() Contact |
- - -
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2017-08-12 | |
All these words are spoken,
promises are finally broken reminiscing on the days when I was younger… pity always finding myself in the hospital, in a corridor. ~~~~∆~~~~ Life seemed so collateral …I went through unimaginable, events in my life, that left me morbid. kind of like as a glass, you could see right through it!  ~~~~∆~~~~ ;Yes I was a very sick boy… always found  strength in the eyes of my mother. Too bad I never had an older brother. Who could tell me all the things that I really should avoid.  ~~~~∆~~~~ Yes! Bullied was I as a kid, never stayed a month in a place then we moved. Always felt unloved… But that’s about the few things that I hid. ~~~~∆~~~~ They say they forge the hardest battles for a warrior, but I wish I could’ve slept in a sarcophagus , so I could wake up years later …not to face the many wars.
|
||||||||
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
|||
![]() | |||||||||
![]() |
Home of Literature, Poetry and Culture. Write and enjoy articles, essays, prose, classic poetry and contests. | ![]() | |||||||
![]() |
Reproduction of any materials without our permission is strictly prohibited.
Copyright 1999-2003. Agonia.Net
E-mail | Privacy and publication policy