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MAGNIFICENT

Tell me, have you never felt, The heat that makes the icicles melt, That turns the coldness into a warm stream, Gentle and caressing, like a pleasurable dream.

LOVE BUG

I've got the love bug. There seems to be no cure. It flows throughout my body, And seeps out through each pore.

Travellers Tales

The hell of rail travel today

AMBER

It's come to a standstill. It's stopped, not moving on. Things are not going anywhere or progressing. Why am I waiting? You keep me guessing.

life's cheap

writing exercise

YOU DON'T REALISE

I keep telling myself it's over, Every time that you bring me down. Then I think that you don't realise, And my mind talks my heart around.

TIEMPO

Como la luz de la luna, Que se pierde con la llegada del d?a, El sol que llega a invadir El espacio de la reina de la noche, Como la estrella provoca...

Once a chef...

How a good cook is respected everywhere.

Echos of a cowboy

Lost to lust for my own first love

Half A Poet

A nod to Moz.

WHAT ARE YOU LIKE?

Your smile is like a summer's day. Your presence is like a warm breeze. You've a humour so infectious, That it can spread like a disease. Your voice...

An argument between two lovers #19

Taken from a series of interlinked short stories, small pockets of time where each character is so consumed or driven, the world outside ceases to exist for them ? just for a moment.

VICIOUS - BEAT THE BULLY

Fictional poem from a bullied person's point of view.

UNDERSTANDING - FEELING LONELY

Will anyone ever love me? Will anyone ever care? If I reach out through the darkness, Will I find anyone there?

by Melanie Kay

A female art student mets a young girl who models at her class. Things develop into a lesbian relationship.
Cherry

BLISS?

Fictional poem.

QUIRKY - MOMENT OF MADNESS

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Just Another Friday Night In Memphis - Part 16

I didn't let it show. It's my belief that Sarah is well aware of exactly what her mother does, but her unhealthy fixation with her precludes any...

Shaping

So the sky's a soup thunder and rain dapple the sheets from the street lights sepia percussion stains the window painting the night crackling the...

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