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I - A Life In Time

Maybe it will, maybe it won't.

Let me be born again...

Let me be a spectacle to the children, Beauty to the old? Let me bring happiness to the sad, Bring joy through tales untold Let me be a symbol of...

LOVE WITHOUT YOU...

What is love without you? It is night without day; It's darkness of the heart, That remains here to stay.

FIRST AND LAST DATE

A spot of fiction.

Immense Sea Galoshes Dance early January 05

My favorite professor, Liz Eckhart, is a brilliant Shakespearean. Her understanding of Shakespeare is absolutely cutting edge, way beyond the...

David Bloody Armstrong!!!

If you're not mental, then i wouldn't read this if i were you.

After After The Quake

After After the Quake On Boxing Day Ralph woke with the worst possible hangover. The night before he had drunk until three am in a bar on Oxford...

ZIPPED UP

Supposed to be a bit of a racy, humorous poem. Might not be your 'scene' (not that it's mine!)!

NO GENDER!

What would you think yourself as if your 'bits' were no longer there?!

The Girl Who Came From the Sea

The Girl Who Came From The Sea

Blue Rain

The night is old and a yawning moon waits patiently for clandestine lovers to return to beds of stone. They sleepwalk over years, weightless, weaving...

Ditch Her

Come on, Come on mate just drive, Let's say something of substance, And not just listen to the night, Or watch those distant lights, Let's be...

HUSBAND

Jokes about (fictional) women's blokes.

For the Ghost-Child

This is seriously very close to what happened in a dream I had on 29 December 2004. I woke up nearly trembling, for it was very interesting yet somewhat disturbing! It's very short. Please critique- I know it's very rough right now, and probably pretty predictable. But after having that dream, I just had to put it on paper into great detail (while adding some to enhance the story, of course).

Double Maths *GROAN* NOT MR.WRINKLE!

a story about Maths (not actually about DOING maths, but about someone in a maths class with mr.wrinkle

Mr.Wrinkle

a poem about a teacher who no-one likes, possible comedy.

Drowning

Deep feelings I have I cant explain Sometimes you replace my sun with rain I'm an open book for only you to see I just need to have you close to me I...

Addiction

For my darling Mig

Wake up Call

My first attempt

Home Invasion

Sleep tonight beside your lover, Just a mile from my door Live among my neighborhood streets And think of me no more. Build your life together,...

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