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• Forgotten
  by girlinthestars

  I’m broken now / But I have not forgotten the way it feels / To swallow rain like candy drops / And then to Stop And fervidly kiss / ...

  This is based on a true story that never happened…:) I imagined being left….it inspired this…

• Tales of the GGB #4 - For Her
  by Jo O'Brien

  NSFW

• Forsaken
  by Cailean

  Some jumpers shut their eyes, afraid of the inevitable impact. I kept my nerve – I forced the fear away and kept mine open, my vision sat…

  This piece has been superbly illustrated by Shanina Conway here Look at the picture AFTER you’ve read the story!

• The Music of The Spheres
  by Mark German

  The Music of The Spheres

  For the Writer’s Meeting today.

• Loss
  by Kristy Lee

  Fingers of hot sunlight / rake his naked chest / Like nails / of an ardent lover.

  Prose. Fiction. Bittersweet loss.

• Casualty of Depression
  by dimarie

  Your eyes have lost their lustre, / Your smile I see no more, / Your lack passion for all around you, / Your depression is eating my soul…...

  Some people who are very dear to me are goin thru the depths of depression… / as much as I will be there for them, and do all i can… / sometimes i feel i am a bit of a casualty of their despair… / my own feelings and pain and issues are pushed aside, kept hidden, so as to give them what they need…. / I cant be there if i’m focusing on my own issues… / but sometimes it all gets a bit much / but we will get thru it / no matter how long it takes… edited to add…. / I understand depression, and its power… / those of you who know me, will knhow of my own depression that I have had since i was a child…and my utter contempt for my own depression, and denial and defiance of it that i go thru daily to the point where quite often i can come across as quite positive…full of life. / Its usually an act…to a degree…. / no words i speak are lies, i mean all of what i say, i see the good in all things, and its thru this that i have been chewed up and spat out too many times to count / and i have forgiven some of those who did wrong onto me / but others i havnt been able to… / this despair of my own, is always brimming just under the surface / always there waiting for me to get knocked down even slightly so it can consume me… / and so it does sometimes / but then the highs of life will kick in and i feel so great and truly positive and i have love and smiles for everything…. / nothing is really that bad…. / not lack of funds or food… / or peoples shitty moods / or dealing with all the past… / but it doesnt last / its never strong enough to coax my loved ones out of their own despair / and at times i have to leave / breathe / because their despair is contaminating my happy delusions… it threatens…no it does…take the sweetness out….. / and they see it…they see me breaking… / and it kills them / and that kills me / and its such a bit if a twisted mess / But i am resolved to be there for them / be there to the end

• No Easy God
  by lianne

  My easy God of childhood / to whom my simple prayers / were apparently acceptable, / and from whose hand in loving grace / were once so eas…

• Starlight, starbright...
  by mstrace

  I’ve lost my ability to sing

  Last night I dreamt about my Dad, the one I knew and adored as a child. I dream about him sometimes and when I do, it leaves me with a longing so intense, a melancholy I can’t seem to shake. So I guess I’ll shake it here for you.

• Losing Eileen
  by Suzanne German

  I immediately remember thinking, “I wasn’t a child – I was a grown up”.

  A story about Eileen – about knowing her – loving her – losing her – remembering her – honouring her. / She is my mother.

• Little Axel
  by Angi Baker

  Children who die are not really gone, / But go to a place that is something like home, / Where they sleep the deep sleep, as quiet as stone…

• Dead Dogs Can't....
  by Paul Compton

  Dead dogs can’t play ball / And dead dogs can’t go for “walkies” anymore, / You can’t teach a dead dog new tricks either / Of that you can b…

  Silly poem that accompanies my short animation Dead Dogs Can’t… An attempt to tell children the reality of death and loss but in a humourous and sweet way. The poem is intended to be read aloud in a soft, maternal voice. In the animation this was narrated by my dear friend Elizabeth Kennedy. Dedicated to Foxy.

• Spring
  by Holly Ringland

  I listened to his voice flowing over me, soothing something jagged inside my chest like water wearing a river stone smooth.

• You cut my heart and I bleed
  by mitchell nix

  You cut my heart and I bleed / You incise deep with your scalpel of uncaring / Your knife is a razor blade of contempt / You pour the acid o…

  My wife and I started marriage councelling today. Although my wife admits that I have done all I can to change the things that make her unhappy, she says she does not love me anymore. How do you stop loving someone? I don’t understand as I could never stop loving her? I am at my wits end.

• One Tree
  by Wendy Slee

  One tree, one solitary life, / One silhouette reaching into the sky. / One lone and weary traveller, / One road, that passes them by.

• The Death of my Daughter
  by PennyEdwardes

  “I will never forget the horror, and repulsion I felt when they told me I had to give birth…”

  This is Jessicas story

• FANTASIES
  by Sally Omar

  Romance is complicated / Love is not designed / Love is a two sided street / Fantasies when people meet Love leaves one blind / Because of…

• Smoke and Mirrors
  by Holly Ringland

  What spells and spices I might blend to reach you in the witching hour…

  Piece for ‘Flash Fiction’ second May challenge on the theme ‘missing’ inspired by the beautiful Words are not enough by zee1

• Erased
  by mtda

  You left because death would not allow life / And came back

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• My Tears Are Your Rain
  by Stephanie Rachel Seely

  A poem about a dead woman’s spirit who isn’t far away from the one she left behind, but she too, feels the sting of loss.

  A poem about a dead woman’s spirit who isn’t far away from the one she left behind, but she too, feels the sting of loss.

• Eternal Embrace
  by StacyLee

  physical loss (death), but spiritual gain in futures (hope, afterlife)

  physical loss (death), but spiritual gain in futures (hope, afterlife) The actual physical reading (not just meaning) can be read in different ways.

• Compassion
  by Kristy Lee

  In the journey’s rough and tumble / I may waver—I may stumble, / I may crash or I may cope / Clinging to each shred of hope.

  Feeling helpless when you know someone is suffering… This goes out to fellow redbubbler Sarah Moore and her family who have just suffered an awful loss.

• Vulnerability
  by Kristy Lee

  Now all I can do / is sit in dark corners swigging sparkling cider / swallowing the holes you left in my heart like the / bubbles that sli…

  NOT a journal. Not where I am right now. But I have been there. Haven’t we all?

• Instruction piece (27)
  by Paul Compton

  Your teddy bear misses you.

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• What Is A Mother
  by Julie Langford

  But one that makes them lost for words, because they have so many / How can one decide on a single word, when they can’t leave out any

  This is dedicated to my Mother. The bright light, that sadly went out on May 29th 2008. / / I love you Mam