Cherry

Life Line

'I creep across the path of life.'

Screams of children

Screams of children. (No, no) I can't imagine the pain. (No, no) Wouldn't be the same. (No, no) If they were suffering.

Sunshine Morning (Cherish these days)

I've got so much honey. The bees envy me. Change the way. My dad spent on me, Can't you see. My life wasn't made. It was born to love.

Bad as it is!

The power in your fate. You just manipulte. Control the insane mind. But you just hate.

Foxy Monkey

Exterior – Dusk - Wooded area Male and female, 9 and 10 years old respectively, hurrying along treacherous slope. Ferone: Will you slow down a bit please?

My name is Tutankhamen

The 'Afterlife' just ain't no fun without your 'bits' ;)
Poem of the week

The Letters

This one will date me.

News

As some of you may (or may not) know, I decided to rewrite my story The Angel's Silence I was unhappy with it, and thought it could be better.

Busking For You

The story of the busker begins here in Australia .

RACE CAR DRIVER poem

Grown up hot wheels race asphalt-spaced lines passing slower-vehicles

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