Autobiography

Sure

Written in 2007 whilst traveling
Cherry

Working Week

Another week

All This By KarissaRawr

Really I mean this don't just read it think about it and believe it

Angles

I haven't got my maths gcse or you anymore...
Cherry

Murder at the Quacking Duck.

Bit by bit reality sunk in, pieces of a jigsaw started coming together turning chaos very gradually into order, but many pieces were missing or in the wrong place

Simply The Best

The years of her reign were an inspiration to us all, young and old. I have lived through three Monarchs till now. What does the future hold for us all??
Cherry

In Another Life...(IP)

I'd dare to do things differently...

Stand Up Baby

Hey baby, dont you go, dont let others push you away from life, they dont always live it right, stand up proud when they call you a freak show, because they don't even know, you've got miles to go on
Cherry

10 Things (IP)

Born Valladolid, 1420, Died Avila, 1498.

you would wage war upon me

would you do such a thing? wage a war upon me? are we not best friends, you just like me? thanatos turns into eros when the cycle turns, do not wage a war upon me for you will surely win.

if blood were time...

if blood were time my heart would be fine i would be lying. losing pints every day each and every friend would get the rhetoric i'd tell them that i'm ok. truth of the matter is

rub bleach into my skin.

wash me scrub me rub bleach into my skin till i bleed those lies you fed me have rotted my insides don't hug me nor touch me don't look at me even your pictures make. me. feel. dirty.

bear and becky and me.

more ink... and why not lets record this life paint our temples graffiti for our souls but the masses can't see hidden shades creating pictures stills moments caught and designs for living

The Mirror's Reflection

Daunting, Naked I stand, Giving myself to you fully, I surrender, to your critique, Illuminating my fat thighs, exemplify, my imperfections,

Toast

I like toast.

I Can Say Whatever I Like!

Have a go at writing. It's fun.

My life, a true tale! (1)

Without keeping a diary of all of your secret thoughts it is impossible to log every single day of your life.
Gold cherry

A Pee and a Poop at Midnight

Calvin's Shih Tzu, Teddy, can't hold his water and suffers from irritable bowel syndrome. This weekend, Calvin is dragging the dysfunctional beast to a barbecue at his future in-laws.

Ten Things

Writing.

I've got the wettest eyes

More auto-bio stuff because it helps.

Happy

update on my life
Cherry

Delhi and Dostoyevsky (sequel to Birthday on a Train)

He wondered aloud about how much my underwear had cost but soon took the hint that it wasn’t for sale ...

God is on Our Side

I’ve seen the face of despair the bone-crunching, spirit-draining moments of chaos
Gold cherry
Story of the week

And the Beat Goes On (IP)

…so the alarm goes and I’d only just got to sleep as I had a shitty night everything going round and round and now I have to get dressed to see the dr I never dress and when I do I can only wear

All Ears

Malcolm dips into his novel,Pets in Pickle, to emerge with Ben,a cat with outsized ears.

Birth of a poem

“Where’s the paper, No the computer, Pen, Quick, God, Where are they?”

The Pond

We all had childhood dramas; here's one of mine.

Threads

The dying spring flowers lend meaning to summer, eternity is reigned in so the sun can be felt

Spinning

"What have you seen today? Your mother wipes the same dishes turns them over between her hands. The indents on the china creased like her palms."
Cherry

A Stone’s autobiography for a human being.

A Stone’s autobiography for a human being. P K Routray
Cherry

Frozen moments of a sad and happy life.

The man in the apartment opposite comes home every night and irons shirts. Lots of shirts, and then he holds them up as if admiring them and then chooses one,

The scent of evil

Uninvited, the man opened the case on the table and brought from it a selection of small, crudely-blown glass bottles with all the panache of a well-rehearsed conjurer pulling a rabbit from a hat.

Sky scraper

(I have been listening to Demi Lovato's song sky scraper a lot recently, great song if you haven't heard it yet you should go listen, and the lyrics really get to me on a emotional level, so i wanted

IP

Awoken in a nightmare, never got up.
Cherry

A Day Like Any Other (IP)

As usual, am woken at 5.00 a.m. by an earthmoving experience...

home alone

after school home alone nobody near, dusty 60s records and a long succession of books that became my good but one-sided friends they were always gone till evening shadows crept
Cherry

Taking the 5:40 with Kerouac IP

"Got a ukulele/Now I'm not a fraidy/Cat in case I get a bout of blues" Loudon Wainwright III
Cherry

A Maggy-Morning (IP)

This IP was too good to miss out on.

Love Letter to Ealing

While I was off on holiday last week, the unthinkable happened, and violent rioting spread through London. Ealing, West London, my home for nearly 30 years, was badly hit.
Cherry

apostasynthesis

smoking medical pot to relieve the sharp pain that shoots from my ankles as I hobble about the house serving T.V. dinners to my imagined alter-ego, watching Pavlov's dogs

Actress

I've turned to an actress regardless my will, Life's poignant scenario brought me the skill. Performing, I find the salvation In changing my costumes and masks.

American Politics 3

Tea Party:

the Rasta man

The rasta man was old and very black with long grey dread-locks in a city where multi-culturalism was celebrated but at the time, an actual black face was a great rarity
Cherry

Delhi: my inevitable destination.

although the Americans still didn’t know where (or what) Afghanistan was, the Soviets did, and while I was waiting in Moscow for a connecting flight to Kabul their tanks rumbled ...

A Walk Through Time

From my front window view the grass continues grieving, a mower trim once again

Halcyon

Fools are on the street raging away, While the hard workers are waking up To a cold summers day, They shower us with glass, They burn things to a shell, Making a riot is childs play,
Cherry

Birthday on a train.

It was my birthday. I woke up twenty years old and hungry. Everyone around me was still asleep, lulled and comforted by the gentle rhythm of the train to Delhi ...
Cherry

Untitled

When I woke up, it was the middle of the night. My stirred mind was immediately plagued By thoughts of nagging self doubt. Like —That boy I’ve known since middle school,

Afterlife Musings

It has been eight years since your passing and it still feels like it all hapenned yesterday.
Cherry

Jazz as Therapy

Jazz draws in through the open window from a bar across the narrow street as the day’s light begins to disappear: it slices cleanly through the dense, fume-filled, end-of-summer atmosphere

SFM

My life,feelings,confusion and personal experiences