Two Lovers

By well-wisher on Fri, 30 Sep 2011

nature/love poem
Love
Poem
Certificate U

Pauls: Go to Sleep!

By Ben Crouse on Fri, 30 Sep 2011

All of them are named Paul, like me. We have been incredibly inventive.
Humour
Story
Certificate 15

Harvard 3

By Steve on Fri, 30 Sep 2011

Was I sure of anything anymore? I had been so sure of killing those spies, those spies who had threatened US security, who had betrayed us, me. Now, I wondered what the point of it all was?
Historical Fiction
Certificate U

Another Go

By Chinobus on Fri, 30 Sep 2011

Clambering into the slightly desolate plasma center wracked with both impatience and anxiety, I decided to think about a few things that have long since eluded my mind.
Opinion
Other
Certificate PG

Mme. Maserati and the Blazing Bin

By Parson Thru on Fri, 30 Sep 2011

I saw Madame Maserati again today (not unusually) and a burning litter bin by the Quay spoke to me through the stench of roasting dog shit and take-away Chinese.
Opinion
Other
Certificate PG
Cherry

Piano Man

By Silver Spun Sand on Fri, 30 Sep 2011

I can read your mind through those pianist’s fingers of yours. You can’t keep secrets from me.
Biography
Poem
Certificate 18

I am the one who put the on moonlight

By swindonwoody on Fri, 30 Sep 2011

I reach for you in summer fields Of shining yellow corn Swaying in the wind I am the birds in in fight On a summer day I am the river running wild And strong I am a love song
Love
Certificate U

Perverts of Myth and Legend

By hadley on Fri, 30 Sep 2011

Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green, The night above* the woods was haunted by the wailing of the bestial accordions as we sat a
Humour
Story
Certificate 18

Emily

By grandaddy on Fri, 30 Sep 2011

I thought I’d write a dark poem So this is what I propose sowing Wispy tendrils of ethereal thought The kind of thing you can’t be taught In the green woods, hung with ivy
Fantasy
Certificate U

Truth

By Rhiannonw on Fri, 30 Sep 2011

Truth has always been and is; lies had to be invented – some may frighten, some may please, – but truth can’t be supplanted; for truth is truth and cannot ever
Poem
Certificate U

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