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Cherry

The death of the 'The Death of the Author' author

After I watched her read the last page she let the book fall to the floor and without really looking where she was going she got up and walked out...

That grace!

1947 That grace! Hands clasped behind you in inverted prayer, exactly balanced on your skates, you sweep across the frozen pond. I was in awe of how...

Easter (Again)

Easter (Again) I remember you have talked about the past with gleaming eyes. Then, you claimed, things happened. Then, it was easy. Men slid...

X-PRESS BEFORE DEATH

Will my motionless hand, Be something you'd want to hold?

Just One of those Days

Job Hunting in Poole and the world is against me!

When things end

the falling...it takes so long,you wonder.."is it actually going to happen?" things get worse,but in a way..its still all the same.and finally when...

Odd Realities-Chapter 18

Desiree' pretends to be her twin sister, Bethanie.
Cherry

Day dreams

you are here, but I miss you

Gardening - 2

revision

Freya

i fell for you,years on end. failing to pretend now, i feel allowed to say what i need to say.. years of seeing you,being with you and u not knowing...

Bogus things.

a single attempt at something held in contempt.. i dont read, i rarely write, my vision is only thru sight.. seeing what no one else see's benifits...
Cherry

V: 11/25/02

Work Diary, 11/25/02 My partner and I met Brandon when he was nineteen. In ten days, Brandon will be twenty-two, an age when most American males are...

MAYBE NOT

MAYBE NOT. Today i decided to forget for a while. it was great. i could relax. pretend. "fly away on my zepher" that song has been in my head all day...

IN OUR SECRET WORLD

SECRET WORLD. frosted leaves shake. winds loud. blue-pink clouds melted. flowing lake. grass long and green daisys tall and proud. the seagulls sweet...

HIS EYES

HIS EYES. how can i describe to you the magik inside this boy. the crystal clearness of his light lilac blue pools of colour. his eyes. behind his...

FOREVER BLOWING BUBBLES.

A slag of a poem.

B - Monday nite

Monday nite Well, I have survived a day at PMH. It was busy. I am working for nine different people. The canteen may be subsidised and you can get a...

Knife

The knife blade cuts You tell a lie My flesh bleeds red From pain I cry You tell a lie The knife digs in The metal blade Pierces my skin You tell the...

F - MONDAY-25 NOVEMBER 2002

MONDAY - 25 NOVEMBER 2002 This winter morning is luring me to stay in bed for a longer time as it is so warm and cozy, tucked away under the blanket...

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