At a time when I was at a heavier weight than now, clothes shopping was not always a successful event, unless I crossed that imaginary li…
Find out what happens when an over eager female shopper comes face to face with a nasty changeroom surprise
This old floor and the ceiling / Share a quiet, whispered grin
Ugh, for the capacity to write a happy poem right now…..RSD is an evil, silent monster.
and for a brief moment i feel the wetness of ur heartbeat…
sex lust passion what we want! wet again,my muse turns me on
In the fifth room a glass bead game
You make my heart take flight and let my dreams soar. You let me spin and dance on the glittering stars. I hear You whisper to me. Your b…
This was originally written in January of 2001 when I was a Freshman in highschool (hence the passionate language :). It really was more of a prayer than anything else. My heart was undergoing a lot of change from the Father and many spiritual battles were being fought. All I can tell you is that this was a passionate expression to my Maker. “Then he called the crowd to him along with his disciples and said: “If anyone would come after me, he must deny himself and take up his cross and follow me. For whoever wants to save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for me and for the gospel will save it.” / Mark 8:34-35
She stared at the lizard on the small branch, it didn’t move, neither did she. She had been doing this for some time now, and would hav…
I wrote this around three in the morning, and I’m not sure what it is.
Just a REMINISCENCE.
Does anyone really deserve to be here?
Written this morning (28/08/08) while sitting in hospital waiting room. / I love watching people.
It is mutual; this momentary paralysis as our bodies initially lock. Our hearts cease for a moment and the world holds its breath with us.
I found this group and joined because it tempted me. Now I have braved the moment and here is my first attempt at a submission. I hope it is up to scratch.
...every sense, every sinew, every ounce of flesh and drop of blood sung the song his hand could never have orchestrated.
Would we surrender a moment of pleasure out of fear of heartache thereafter….?
I wasn’t really happy that some people might have to be let go, but I could see that our group was too large and there were some who wer…
A trip to a business conference room takes a very unexpected turn….
An empty room, / An empty room, / What should I do / In this empty room?
I sit here in a silent room, / Awaiting my impend doom. / I grow weary in my tomb. / I can feel my ending loom.
I wrote this poem a while ago. I was trying to describe a particular thing without saying what it was. I wonder if people can tell what it is?
I was not a romantic. Nor was I a devout follower in the supernatural. However, Mr. Perkins did like fish but only Chicken of the …
Excerpt (first chapter) from a novella that has been put on hiatus – for now.
Room of lost steps / from travelers just remain / imprints.
I write and sketch in this book, / Looking for reason where there is none / And wondering at the clock’s ticking hands.
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Where am i inside your room? / Hiding in the dark under the light of the moon / I’ll be at the bottom of your bed, just peeking or just sh…
Do you have a monster under your bed?
She could almost be sitting there with a cup of tea in her hand she is that calm.
Challenge write.
It is funny how time has a way of playing out depending on circumstance, and what the mind perceives in moments of stress.
Fiction Miriam’s Island
Roid rage was definitely simmering away in this no neck motherf—ker and the expression ‘3 steps from the tree’ came to mind, only this …
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They didn’t pack much when they left, only the essentials survived the urgency. With my back turned to the once precious memories that ha…
Just an English assignment…”The Room was Vacant” was the prompt enjoy :)
Escape Velocity / Trench foot’s head was killing him the noise was unbearable he pulls his pillow tight over his head but it didn’t real…
It was also commonly known that Cooky, had long ago left the gate open in the top paddock and some of the kangaroos had got out!
More Fluff and some memories of the 70’s
39. All the stuff my 8 year old leaves strewn about 5 acres… / 40. Blow flies.
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