Read

on bended knee she crawls away with mouth of gag,

unfurl silent bloom...

It's a bit bitter!

Instead of leaving the house at 7:05, I took the wild decision to leave the house at 7:15. You probably noticed I said I tried to be late for work, because inexplicably I still arrived at 7:50. So it seems I can't be late for work even when I try.

"The heat of the lights is causing precipitation to bubble to my skins surface. The force of the beet throbs along the floor from the speakers. It vibrates up my legs causing them to tremble aside from my nerves. As I open my eyes I start to embrace the sound and as I take in the crowd before me, I catch my link and burst into my track¦.

Poem written by myself age 11 whilst at school. This was published in a childrens anthology.

I went to the dentist the other day. What? Isn't that what JOURNALS are for? To tell you I went to the dentist? What did you expect? That I'd tell you I met the Secretary General of the U.N to complain about the price of cigarettes?

She's one of those women who appears mousy and compliant, the silent treatment victim types, who always get their steely way. She could be Japanese. My mother.

After opening the door of my cab, Gina grabbed her bags out the back and hurried into the house with a smile on her face to see her husband. Ironically, it was only an hour earlier that she walked out the house with a clinched fist, a gym bag, and tears in her eyes.