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Focus

Cherish what you have, Now it’s all you need; Make sure to share joy With whom you may meet. Time’s not in your hands, Neither is your past. Each day should be first,

The beginning

The poem is my description of the birth of my baby, short story written from my point of view.

Me, Myself and I

So deep, but so shallow Confident, but shy I’m an honest liar Feminist in love Love chocolate and family Sometimes like to preach I believe in God Almighty And freedom of speech

Still

We all get lonely...

The Dress That Wouldn't Die

The sink is pink candy over metal faces sides of stainless steel where lines engraved all run in veins of raspberry, all is pink. Rough patches of chrome are pink. The yellow sponge

How the Cyber Man Lost his Heart.

Once upon a time there were two brothers. Their names were: Tin and Cyber Man and they lived in an electric field just outside of the city of Atom. Cyber and Tin were the same in every way.

Fruit of the Valentine

This poem was written with Carol ann Duffy's poem valentine in mind...which incidentally was the first poem I read...

Lily savage

this poem is about the passion in love

holocaust

This poem is about the hideousness of the Jewish holocaust from the view of a Christian.

Tales of the unprotected

this poem is about the bliss of young love and the concequences of unprotected sex.

GRAVEYARD TALES - S1/E5 - THE WALK IN THE WOODS (PART THREE)

"Charlotte!" They all shouted after me. The twins ran up to me, and grabbed my hands; they tried to pull me up. But it was too late, I was already seeping through to another level.

Transition 2

I do not need a blank canvas, that purchase gives me none. But I do need your attention and some words that you’ve begun.

Transition - Ruperts intro

From the viewpoint of spirit, your path’s a web and not a line. The threads that join together breach infinity and time.

Lifes a bowl of pizza's

I saw him still. I mean, rude of me, but I stared at him. With dishevelled look And greasy black hair. On the stairs Of the new pizzeria. Shaking like a leaf in this autumn evening.

Earth-ship

Captain Russell P. Slogg, a short but stocky Texan, stepped purposefully onto the bridge of the Earth-ship Centipede and made his way to the command-chair.

Cloud Life

Cloud Life Heaps of overflowing suds over cerulean and lapis or is it lambswool nesting marble and then a pefect plane of belly and hip slightly turned half out of asses milk

Turquoise

Turquoise Water flares in jewelled wavelets round my kick sliding silk over my knees a pretty chaos of magical paint Aquamarines making little curves and flips transparent cellophane

The Dubs

We waited for the groom to fill his skirt but he never appeared. Lost in the Irish air, somewhere. Cannot remember much, just a bunch of Blighty and the occasional dalek traffic light.

Waiting Room.

She arrives early as usual. The choice of seating leaves a lot to be desired, but she sits one row back at the end of the line of plastic chairs.

(THE ALPHABET SERIES) EVE GETS AN EVIL TWIN

Daisy sat back down after her story. I got up, and began my story. I was completely nervous, but I just took a deep breath, and began:

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