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Ages
They say this is the Golden Age
And another child has just starved
The age of the opening of a brand new page
And another child has just starved
The age of Justice and Unity the new day
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The girl with nine toes
This is one chapter of my new book "The girl with nine toes" a story about personal growth.
So, now, I am really curious to see what happens this time when I go down to the river. I was …
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the wondering writer
what a pitty so many stories go unwritten because his words were meant for others instead of for the authors self!
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Memoirs of an Intern
Longing to be back to the land by the sea,
Where the air smelled nostalgically sweet in the cool summer breeze.
They said I was lucky to have an experience like this;
Some of the staff had n… -
Can you do something for me.
Can you cradle my head while you sit cross legged
and kiss me occasionally on the cheek and the lips.
Can I read to you while you sit there half smiling,
fingers dancing over the musica… -
The Warrior and the Troll
The two had known each other for a while. They each knew the others’ reasons for laughing and reasons for crying. They were close friends, the lucky kind.
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"The Stupid One" :: (Chapter One: The Loss Of Innocence :...
We all have people that change our lives forever, someone who comes along and radically uplifts us and makes us feel invincible like we can be superheroes. This girl was that person for me.
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To My Friend from Liverpool Who Now Lives in Berlin
We’ve met three times in four-and-a-half years
and yet there is always that spark
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"The Darling Buds of May"
I often think of you two – in these long
hot nights heavy with full moons and mangoes,
Vietnamese chatter to beckon the storms - -
Someone, somewhere......
I saw you through the corner of my eye,
coming towards me through the corner of my eye,
my heart stopped for one long second,
to watch you and your smile,
you took my breath away,
and so w… -
Me And You
Warm feeling of content.
Smiles and laughter bubbling up inside,
giggling over boys,
sharing our deepest secrets,
comforting and being comforted in turn,
we know each other as no other… -
Working Day Blues
Trudging along
Gray sky
Prob’ly gonna rain
My kinda luck
Tough day at work
That customer
I wanted to scream
That scream trapped inside me
But if I had
Fired
So I suppressed it
Feet a… -
Little Girl Lost
I am quite proud of the piece as words were never really my greatest passion! This has been my only piece of published writing.
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My First sale
Thank you very very much for bought my work , I have been here nearly 2 year this is my first sale, I am so so happy with this sale, I wish all the best thing and happiness to my buyer all th…
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"The Stupid One" :: Introduction - By Tim Shaw
Another cigarette tossed into the breach of imperfection.
Far from the delapedated high rise hotel rooms, and the misconstued sentences that seemed to… -
Love.
The love I felt for this boy.
The love I presently indulge in.
From the day I met him?Love at first sight?
No. I don’t believe in it.
In my rational head, I never knew,
But my inside…
