The lost children of the world.

The sounds of their tiny little feet running down the hard wooden stairs, wakes you up with thuds echoing through the house like a heard of elephants.

Cows Toungue.

The children don’t like that meat. Crying, and spluttering that it is not right to eat that part of an animal. Eating cattle tongue has never seemed wrong to us before.

My Mama Said.

I don’t believe in right. My Mama always said there was no such thing. Only different shades of grey, she said. I love my Mama, but she was wrong about grey. There’s colours.

It was a worm.

It was a worm. I walked past. Didn’t stand on it. But I walked past. Well I would have moved it, but to touch that pulsating pink? It swelled, a sad tube on the concrete.

5th day of poems

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It’s All About Love (Lyrics)

1st Verse: It’s not about tinsel or baubles that glisten. It’s not about lights on the tree. Won’t you listen. It’s not about snowflakes or a white December or a fat man in a fake

Whenever you kiss me, it feels like Christmas (Lyrics)

1st Verse: It may be May, June or July; a bright sun up in the blue sky but every time you kiss me dear; the sound of sleighbells fills the air. Even when there’s no snow outside,
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Get Into The Light: Chapter Eighteen- Drug-Taking Zombies Are No Fun

Lola goes to a party completely sober and finds it hard to enjoy herself one tiny bit...Why do drugs turn people into such terrible bores?
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Pumpkin and Me

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