Mummy Plays Daddy.

This is something I started writing about an hour ago, mainly because of how I feel toward my family sometimes. It's not all entirely true.. but some of it is. Please read and review x

NEW YORK APARTMENT BLOCK

An old New York apartment block - face besmirched by time Its grandeur long diminished by - a mask of age and grime, Shipwrecked in a neighbourhood - now hard beset by crime

BEHIND THE BEDROOM DOOR - PART 2

The perfect school ma'am home at last Another working week has passed, She climbs the stairs, she clears her mind Kids and classrooms left behind. She kicks her brogues beneath the bed

Whole

They took away my money, and i told them i'm still whole, they took away my house, and i told them i'm still whole, then they took away my pride, but i told them i'm still whole,

In her eyes

In her eyes there is a cleansing fire, it cleans my soul rids my fears and nightmares. In her eyes there is a softness, that cusions my falls and heals my wounds In her eye

Chapter Five- A Home and a Problem

Cavell began to realize the situation I was in, although I was extremely confused. He understood his friends, but he has been here for years. I was tired of being confused, and I missed home.

Nothing

Nothing of you I believe, memories I pray will leave. Nothing of us worthy to remember, time shared no more than a dying ember. Nothing we said leaves me with a smile,

Indescribable

To simply say that her face was like the rising sun would not be enough – would cheapen and make her just like the others, not that special soul who stands out from the crowd,

Mating Time

Life’s pearls stun every glory, as moulded we Beget our own individual pulse, to thrust Our endeavour into, to gaze upon fireflies Dreaming that we may communicate in the same way

Holidays To Remember

“In the end, we’ll all convene ‘twas too much parmesan that did us ‘een but at the start and day to day We've only this and that to say... Upon my grave I do bequeath

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