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This the english version of Un Canto a mí Ángel de la Guarda. A very special book writing for my grandmother, my angel in the heaven who take care of me forever.

As we walk around each day, we see many pregnant teenagers. However, there was a time, In American History,when pregnant teens were considered outcast.

BookRix makes one chose between a G and X rating, but JFK: Lines of Fire's content and language is really PG rated. JFK: Lines of Fire is a sequence of dramatic documentary vignettes culled from the literature concerning the assassination of President Kennedy. . Many of these found poems are dramatic monologues in the voices of people who had information about the assassination and either failed to prevent it or lacked a context to understand such information until it was too late. These accounts share certain emotional undercurrents, the need to act balanced by a sense of resignation, the shock of recognition balanced by a callous bravado. Whether or not Oswald acted alone or was nuts, there was (is) a wider insane acceptance of violence that (through these dramatic voices) provides an emotional context to this event. In this sense the real subject of this book is our American vernacular and the ways these themes are expressed in our speech. JFK: Lines of Fire was first published by PulpBits in 2003; PulpBits went out of business in March 2007, and I am happy to make it available here.

Poetry from the deep cavernous bends of my mind.

This poem is about all the people in your life who try to tear you down and make you feel bad about yourself and this peom is trying to tell that those people cant faze you and to love yourself for who you are.

Purification, the only way of escaping, the only solution to the pernicious and aloof environment in which humans have lost their primordial quality… the honest confidence in the future.
These poems represent my endeavors of opening the door to my soul and setting free the hatred and frustration, the anger and torment that eroded away my childish hopes and dreams.

This girl ran away cause she couldn`t bare liveing with a secret hidden from her friends and family anymore and she couldn`t bare living with a broken heart so she ran away hoping she`ll find the one who caused the broken heart and hopes that he`ll fix it back, but if he doesn`t then she`ll kill herself and let him live with regret for as long as he lives. sometimes at night if you listen real carefully you could hear her crying from agony or smell her sweet blood in the air.

This is a single poem, that I wrote on a warm march evening. I really hope you enjoy it, because everyone shout understand the days that sometimes seem perfect...

This is about life and how it can be hard to deal with but you have to stay strong and push threw all the hard times and look forward to the good ones enjoy :)