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A Schoolboys acount of that terrible punishment!

A day in the living of two homeless friends.

About a friend of mine who died of cancer aged 16

A metaphor for my mental illness (depression)

is true love possible?

Trying to understand what is happening to a loved one with a mental illness

There sits a girl across the room so radiant and bright, That she holds my gaze as long as she's in sight. She sits across the room so full of life, That with every thought of her there's this feeling of strife. I look again at what she's wearing. She looks beautiful in black, beautiful in white. She's beautiful in the day, beautiful at night. I can hear her laugh from across the room. I silently laugh with her, hoping she can hear me. But it's not always laughter for me or her. She tries not to show when she cries, But as a tear or two leave her warm green eyes, I can't help but to let out an uncertain sigh. And wonder what could make her cry, But I already know. How couldn't I? She's the girl across the room. There are times when she sings quietly to herself. I stop and listen, something tells me she's the one. I go on listening long after she's done. For a chance that maybe she'll say something. Can I get her coffee? One lump of sugar not two. What is it that pulls me to you? Then every once and a while, she turns her head and our eyes meet. I smile at her, she smiles back too. She's so sweet. And in that moment, the room doesn't seem so big anymore. There's no one here but us. I can almost feel her. There's so much I want to say. But then she begins to turn back her head, "No, Wait." It's too late, She's already talking to the man across the room.

if i were to love the Goddess of Love, Venus

The way it feels to have a crush on somebody who doesn't reciprocate...