Growing Up Competition Entry

We come into this world In what seems an unfair way, As none of us are equal From the first breath we inhale. Some are born to riches, Some to poverty, Some are blessed with beauty,

I wanted to give you something You’ve never been given before Something deserved To make you think Before you speak in future And bash someone else senseless

As I get older, I find myself less inclined to grace and tolerance towards those who show none for others. I teeter-totter on the edge, berating lack-of-indicators,

Throw me a bone (10th June 2008, 10.23pm) Can you hear me in the silences in the house where you live, alone? Does my laughter abound, that loud, homecoming sound, behind the traffic

A young servant named Danielle falls in an impossible love with the beautful, rich businessman Richard Deschamps.

I was thinking about how much I like sci-fi earlier this afternoon when a spaceman came up to my door and put a letter through my letterbox. Actually on second thoughts it may have been a postman.

Sixty percent of all European brown bears have unfulfilled ambitions; in Romania, they are known to harangue the mainstream poetry presses