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Starstruck

I'm starstruck there is no cure of this I feel quite sure. Should some fine day I see one close, I know I'd run the other way. I'm starstruck There's...

Realistic Fantasy (or Wet Nightmare)

Just an experiment :), feels unfinshed but I cant think of anymore and ive not uploaded for a while
Cherry

How Proud Your Roses Made You

How proud your roses made you, your petunias, crepe myrtles, forget-me-nots. I'll always remember the boxwood neat and trimmed and true. Each time we...

Oh the Jubilee Is Here!

Some good news for a change.

Two Timer

Cheating On A Partner

Money

Probably the single most annoying thing about being a student is the bloody money. There is no easy way round this, so I'll state it baldly: Get used...

JOSEPHINE

Josephine Jeannie always seemed to listen repectfully to Barbara Jean, a tall, skinny, very dark-skin, Peter Pan-ish type, teenager. Jeannie, a...

PUPPET THEATER

Puppet Theater I had a mother. I no longer have a mother. She walked off the stage of my mind. My mother was a concept leaping around in my mind,...

A) A Shopping Trip

attempt at short story

Bird's eye view

London

Drugs

(oo-er, scary topic alert) Imagine, if you will, the following conversation, which will have taken place between countless thousands of student/...

Killing Time

Hearing you singing a lullaby In tandem, As the cat sleeps on her lap Purring gently. I glare at the house for the sounds it makes. These four walls...

Christmastime

A little girl's wish at Chritmastime
Cherry

My Biggest Fear

A poem concerning the fear of time

Tragic Tuesday

My reaction to September 11th, and an expression of hope for America

Was it Worth it&;#063;

The moral of this poem is about not giving in to peer pressure

New Beginning

A poem about evil and good
Cherry

Fresher's Week

Rules of engagement First year students are almost invariably referred to as 'freshers' and no, we don't know why. Ergo, the first week of the new...

A MOTHERS BURDEN

a depressed mother turns to her own mother for help.

FUTURE YESTERDAY

There is a disquieting silence, Strong desires drift uneasily amongst the wind, Forgotten dreams, sadly lacking worth. And I stand very much alone,...

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