Bob’s world starts rocking the moment the woman she’d grown with, believing to be his mother tells him in a weak, frail voice "I am not your mother, Bob". There are no moments for questions as he watches her die, leaving him with a question that sends his already troubled and sick mind to the whirls. In his desire to find his roots, he is about to discover facts about a mother he’d witnessed as a little boy and which had troubled him even before he could think, and which eludes him as he grows up. How will he handle his anger when he discovers that the mother-screwer who killed his mother is the same bastard using the very girl he’s vowed to die for?

The frustration I felt during my sickness and the illness I gather from the disappointments around me. poems help me to escape reality, it can’t satisfy me totally.

This is a personal narrative of a man and an experience that changed my life.

I tried to post this awhile ago, but it wouldnt seem to work, I hope it works this time, comments are helpful:)

This is a poem I wrote in meditation during thoughts of life and the manifestation of pervasion that exists in the world around me.

This is a poem about the all powerful King of Spam.

By: viper90988.

This is a poem about reflecting back on life when things get tough and becoming sick and who is there to stand by you in life and who will remember you when you need them the most. It is a test of strength of love and faith and the will to survive when you find it hard to do.

This is a poem centred on HIV/AIDS eritten from the point of view of a person living with the virus. It expresses a feeling of hope, and celebrates life and happinness in the face of discrimination and despair. THE OXYGEN I NEED is selected from a work in progress, I HAVE FOUND THE CURE FOR HIV/AIDS, predominantly containing poems on HIV/AIDS.

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