As I have neither slept nor been able to heal from societies phsychological murder, 11 years and counting, you may find transmissions reduced...

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Even in death I heard the scrattle An orange bunch of oak leaves Tossed this way and that On the luke warm tarmac As I sat on a branch, Grounded. (bus stop)

On an isolated English beach a man looks back on his school days, recalling the joy and torment of a secret love affair with a boy full of strange ideas, a boy obsessed with the language of the King James Bible. Moments from their relationship return to him: the hidden meetings on the beach, the first attempts at sex, the boredom of a school assembly in summertime, the cruelty of a young English teacher. But most of all he remembers the boy’s words. They’re words that, years later, will ha...

Do you love writing poetry? Dream of being a writer someday, but can't get yourself to write regularly? Or you have no idea what to write about? Then this book is for you. Based on the theme of autumn, it will have you writing poems every day for 91 days - all the way through fall and all about fall. Everyday there is a prompt to build on. From acorns to apple cider to raking, you will soon be scribbling away your own poems about fall.

A lifelong journey through the maze of relationships, lust, love, heartache, and pain.

The cat sat comfortably on the wall.Are you sitting comfortably?Then I will continue.As you know cats like to sit. Sometimes they like to sit and think, and sometimes they just like to sit. But on this occasion the cat was sitting and thinking,'What a lovely day'.But little did the cat know that it was all going to go horribly wrong.

One thingThat you haveTo always know is trueHowever longEternity isIt won't be enoughFor me to stop loving you

Joe has asked for a pet for his eighth birthday off his mum and dad.They go to the pet store and Joe sees the one he wants,its a hamster and he names him Harry.Harry settles in well in his new home and loves his new owner, but longs to discover new things and see new places.After learning to escape, Harry starts his exciting adventures but always makes sure hes back in his cage for when Joe and his family get home.Follow Harry and his adventures and see where he ends...

This is a book filled with epitaphs, verses, and poems; some are written in verse, some are written with poetic effect, some philosophical,some passionate, some beautiful, and some dark. EPITAPHS: Verses and Poems is my third book; I hope you enjoy.

Look...there by the dustbins, what do you see? A shimmering and a glimmering, and a figure forming in the darkness. It is the Ghost Teacher...Class 3 are the worst class ever. They do lots of crashing and bashing, nose-picking and flicking, fighting and fidgeting. No teacher can control Class 3. Until Miss Shade - the Ghost Teacher - pays them a visit...