About strength of feeling and how, however tempered by age and situation, we all have to ability to feel just as acutely.

A smidgin obscure. A comment on life in general and how friends can help and hinder through their words. My first dabble in poetry for a while. I seem to have lacked inspiration of late.

A short story which started off when somone gave me the phrase 'suck a lemon' because of this And i know i'm making excuses the plot is decidedly dodgey but i really enjoyed writing it and you can expect to see alot more short stories from me.

Life is, apparently, a rat race. However i don't like rats very much and after the lazy week i've had, i find snails far more appropriate.

For sweet memories.

A little somthing i wrote ages ago and found while clearing out the mess that is my room, needs reading right to the end.

A sinking sun and tears before bedtime.

Odd little ditty. About my phobia of awkward silences. Not taking itself too seriously.

Very hypocritcial coming from me, given my education, but the selective and in my opinion exclusive aspects our life, and in particular our schools scare me somtimes.

If you wish upon a star...About wanting somthing so much that you'll wish on anything to get it, however little you beleive. I think it's a bit weak personally, advice welcome.

To die, would be a awfully big adventure.

Why hide behind frosted glass?

A walk home after babysitting

about expressing yourself.

Dying to be loved

An old idea, rewritten. struggling a little for inspiration at the moment, apologies for lack of anything worth reading, Having said that, i quite liked this.

Inspired by a friend, and a piece of music. Witten for all those on the brink.

Another string in your bow, another puppet in your show...

Explode or inplode either way, enough is always too much.

Wrote this last night feeling kinda down. Wasn't asking for a snow day today, but got one anyway.

Where the end dosn't necessarily justify the means.

A response to several poems on abortion i've read recently. I've attempted to distance myself from my opinion, but it hasn't worked terribly well, so it should be fairly clear what i think.

Nice veiw from up there?

A ditty.

meeting for informal conversation and drinking of coffee.

There's a good reason it's called fiction press.

Caught myself in a 'why do i bother writing crappy poems that nobody cares about moment' then i found this and remembered.

You write me like a tick in a box.

Somthing i wrote, on a very wet day in the lake district.

French could really do with a word for goodbye, things could get very confusing.

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Lakeland poetry, too cliched to be ignored. Was at a loss as to whether i should put this under life or nature, i'll let you decide.

Congealed oyster spit, nucleated around a peice of grit.

Small fluffy animals are cute.

Coming home late, and standing outside to watch the stars.

They told us that everyone is special, but nobody should have to be.

Just one word and you're down, just one smile and you're out

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Ignorance is bliss, yet it's not what i'd ever want.

Somthing about the way we condition ourselves to act through life, this can be read in loads of different ways, but i first intended it to be metaphorical.

Each one allowed to fall or fly

There's somthing magical about sunrises and sunsets, but sleep is also good.

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At least in games you can take risks.

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A poem about dead stuffed animals!

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Never cease to be amazed...

Written a few days ago, paused before putting it up, musings by candlelight, dosn't seem like a poem to me, more like a diary entry

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Conversations with freinds, reminising, looking forward a bit of a mix really.

Dusk on a nearly deserted beach.

And i have to believe that they can.

When it's a murky day and getting out of bed for work is just a little too much.

Rated for explicit content. The bitter rantings of a jilted woman.

Apologies for any offence called, but this in my opinion is what religion does to us, it makes us feel that we are different from each other. Exhibit A, the 10 o'clock news!

Theif, it splits the air like a blade to be fallen on or relished.

Miss you

Lest we forget

Who is the greater fool, the fool, or the fool who wastes time reading the fools crappy poetry!

A poem which isn't about a trap door.

Somthing everyday that scares you, step out of bed.

Invinvincible, some things are, but people can't possibly be.

This is a crap poem, i wouldn't read it unless you really do have nothing better to do, messed up themes, overkill on the imagery, lack of emotion and generally very poorly written. Enjoy.

Written several months ago, and modifyed several times since then, thus some conflicting feelings running through, generally about trying to work out what you want.

Weston is a very run down little sea side resort in the south of England, a poem about progress.

A poem about distancing yourself.

Somthing i wrote about time and if it was physical how we might alter it.

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Rubbish poem, but i loved the idea. I'll post a reveiw to explain what it's about, as it's not what you think try and work it out first thoughl.

With notable exceptions

You know, when you write somthing, like this, that you really do have too much time on your hands. I wouldn't read it if i were you, it's fairly shocking!

A poem, about saying goodbye.

I particuarly dull monday, written into a slightly dull story, up here with the hope that somebody will dissagree, but i don't hold out much hope.

I work at an auction rooms, and i like watching the auctions, but it's somtimes sad to see people selling family items, to strangers for profit.

A short collection of poems, roughly on the theme of things you might go to a lost and found office for, some poetic liscence used.

Slight feeling of deja vu here, no idea where it came from or what made me write it, other than sheer boredom, waiting for a bus.

Slight Douglas Adams theme here, bizare and very odd, the sort of thing i can only write when i'm swimming (using write in the loose sense of course)

My feeble attempt at an acrostic, written from the point of veiw of sombody in love with sombody, who is eaten up by hate (good and cheery)

Slightly violent and disturbing poem, about phycological abuse in a relationship

Where would my writing be without stereotypes and cliches? Had great fun writing this, and will be almost disappoited if nobody argues with me.

90% reflection of how i feel, 10% what i have that is clean. Am lothe to point this out, but it's really that simple.

Written as i lay in bed this morning, knowing that if i chose, i could stay there all day. Pure Bliss, written for anyone still neck deep in revision.

A little cynical i'm afraid, the fact that i am writing this on my computor, worrying about exams and eating chocolate is incredibly hypocritical, but it is fair trade.

The truth for those who deserve it

Self explanitory.

No idea how many years old this one is, about indecision, and self identity, a very overdone theme, but i quite like it.

I liked the concept of this and it changed as i wrote it. It is about feeling constrained by those you love and yet choosing to keep them close. Not necessarily about me.

For anyone who has ever had to take a languages oral exam. The french roughly translates as 'yes, i agree'

Monsoon rains after a long period of drought.

There is a reason why we're advised against talking to strangers, but somtimes its safer than talking to those who know you. Not entirely happy with this, advice welcome.

Written for my freind after a messy breakup ( i hope you like it, glad you can laugh)

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A little escapism

Blissfully clueless.

Yes, i've finally managed ot organise a poem into stanzas and it's only taken me 145 attempts! God i'm useless, thanks Dave. Heres a nice synical poem (in stanzas)

Fictional poem written as i watched the sunrise this morning.

I discovered a letter that i got over a year ago now from sombody who once meant alot to me and now i don't even know.

No idea where i'm going with this, thus the title (or lack of)

The effects that music can have on me.

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They're right, a problem shared is a problem halved, hope you enjoy my sickeningly positive poetry.

Wrote this a few days ago. Where would i be without my freinds.

Making a resolution, to live.

OMG, have finally flipped. This is weird even compared to my usual weirdness! Tescos btw is a supermarket, vast terrifying consumerism, but very good cakes!

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Inspired by somthing i read a while ago, wrong time of year i know.

I am quite ashamed of the crap i've put up this evening, as i promised myself, i will not remove any of it, but please ignore if you know me, i've been completly pathetic.

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Can't be asked with summarys today and make no apologies if you want to know what this is about, you could always read it!

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I loathe choice, sombody tell me what to do and i promise not to blame them when it all goes pear shaped!

Probably have cursed myself for for life by listening to christmas carols in April!

Another of my obscure Alphabet poems, i quite like this one. It is related to the idea of the Samurai warriors who kill themselves if they are defeated in battle but also links to modern life.

Ours is a society based on rules which we must conform to! (sortof)

Nothing to declare

I find it really hard to write unless i am completly miserable or ludicously happy, here's a attempt.

I can only apologise for the title, i know it's shockingly bad, some help would be much appreciated.

I liked the concept of this but the poem seems to be lacking somthing, and i can't pinpoint what it needs (some talent may be useful of course) opinions welcome.

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It's no wonder people tell me i have issues, i do, but not with myself, i am completly happy being me, and i just enjoy writing things like this, weird, and not taking itself seriously,

Please, never try to decieve me, i'd always rather know the truth and be hurt than be lied to and end up thinking badly of people.

Strength is very superficial and depends on the narrator and the story. (in my opinion)

A fictional poem i wrote as i sat on the bus on the way to a swimming gala.

At times faith can be all we have left to cling to, but mainly we have freinds and family to believe in us. A sickeningly optimistic poem, getting fed up with teenage angst.

Every one has problems. Not so sure about the title of this, thoughts?

A collection of short poems that just felt as if they shoul dgo together.

Somtimes letting go can be harder than holding on. Don't read into it if you know me, you'd be way off.

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Three such meaningless words, that i use every day and possibly the most treacherous in the english language, Written a few months ago, when i did rant like this to a freind, sorry, but you did ask!

I chose this because i liked the concept rather than because i had a poem to go with it. I keep canging my mind about weather i like this or not.

Love isn't blind, it just dosn't care, a very old poem about perfection.

Written after a weekend away with some old freinds. A work in progress, but i quite like it. Advice welcome.

A poem about running home after a bad day and crying where nobody can see.

I am almost always the first to wake, the morning after a party. Heres somthing i wrote earlier as i tidyed.

Reflect on this.

Sombody said i was pathetic once, at the time they meant it as a joke. People don't factor in that i store away things they throw at me only to beat myself with them later.

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This has been rattling around in my head for months now, so i thought i'd write it down. A triffel odd but i quite like it.

There's somthing really magical about twilight, the word gloaming just dosn't do it justice, though it goes along way. I thought i'd try, though i don't profess to come anywhere close.

The word Cask just reminds me of sombodys ashes, random mental link. Plus i really like the word firkin, have an ambition to get that into an everyday conversation without receiving sideways looks!

A comment on the general tenaciousness of humanity, not my best, but i quite like it.

I did somthing unforgivable, namly pretending to be somthing i'm not. The man in the mask is me, but i 've found my page and no more skipping to the end of the book to see what happens (deep)

When 7ish i stood up in the middle of snow white at the cinema and yelled "don't eat the apple". I'm naturally a hopeless romantic and not in the least bit synical.

Just a bit of fun this one, the texts i've used i've picked for no other reason than because they're some of my favourites and are well known so most people should understand.

I've always steered well clear of religion in the past, however i am intitled to my opinion as is everybody else. This is very synical, please read with an open mind and not at all if that is not possible.

A bit of an odd one, i just liked the word really, could be taken literally or Metaphorically.

A balance is important (i think)

Don't expect anything new for a while, can't say how long.

I should have more patience, i'm horrible, lucky and ungrateful.

Yes i can run, i can keep running all day, but eventually i have to come back, i couldn't live with myself if i made things worse.

I can give myself all the good advice in the world, but have no intnetion of listening, not a particularly good poem, along a theme thats very overdone. (i'm really good at selling htis arn't i)

Another on a similar theme i'm afraid, it's taken me longer than i'd like to remember, to say this, i can and will talk about it, though i know that nobody will understand, you just can't it's not possible, and i hate that you try. (doomed then really, bu

A friend once told me, not to write down memories that are really painful. Very good advice but unfortunatly ignored.

Ahh the weirdness of me, you'll probably all laugh at this one, but i neither know you or care about what think. And if you do know me, you already know how strange i can be. (if anyone else has ever done this please let me know)

Because things arn't always what they seem (and thats just too cliched to be bareable)

Theres some ivy growing outside my bedroom window that i've promised my dad i'll help him take down.

Always easier than a flat refusal

Making a promise to be more open, or just less subtle!

The inspiration from this came from one of my reveiwers who described my poems as part of me. Also inspired by the glass menagerie (Tennesse Williams)

This has got to be a personal favourite, i really enjoyed writing this, so i hope you enjoy reading this. I will include an explaination(ish) cos i think it sould be pretty confusing. However please read before you find out what i was getting at and try a

Responsibility and understanding are terrible things, but i'm old enough to cope, at 16 i would hardly describe myself as old but i have been feeling far too sensible recently! (to be avoided at all costs)

My bizare sense of humour, i'm sure but i really enjoyed writing this, just somthing that came to me as i sat congugating german verbs. ( somebody please tell me how to spell congugating cos i'm pretty sure thats wrong)

Wonderful and terrible things, this one i like! (poem and memory)

Slight hyperbole, i know it's not all my fault, but more stuff in my life at the moment is self inflcted than not, and my friends will insist on making me feel guilty by apologising profusely!

Removed this one because its blatent, putting it back up because i'm fed up of easter egg hunts! (seasonal variation on paper trails)

Wrote this after swimming for the first time in weeks, worked harder than is good for me, not sure that it was worth it as feeling too stiff to walk up stairs today!

Another cheery number that i removed the other day, it's here again, partly because the problem that casued it has evaporated, and partly because it's sunny!

I know i spend too much time being a recluse but thats no excuse for people to treat me like one, as always probably my fault.

I refuse to escape, shows weakness, i think 'i'd rather gouge my eyes out with a fork' was the expression i used.

One of the jolly little poems i removed the other day and hanging on the gibbet convinced me to put back up, i've really got to learn to deal with fear in a way other thatn retraction!

An explaination for why i refuse to confide in people, everybody has enough to worry about without adding myself to the list, i've been very selfish recently and have scared too many people, all i can do is apologise, i really do appreciate that you care.

No religious signifcance intended, only realised that link a second ago. See 'the magic roundabout' for an explanation(ish, or it may just confuse you)

Once again i cannot begin to explain this one, if you understand it, i'm impressed, if you don't you're not alone!

Somthing i've been dwelling on alot recently, do we ever change as people? Thoughts?

My muse, as i sat being your muse (sort of), weirdness personified, oh and apologies for the mysterious disappearance of most of the crap i wrote yesterday, not very mysterious really i just don't want you to read it!

I was born on the 8/8/88 thus the title, general poem about me, to avoid ever finishing my english essay, dam fp!

nothing like exersize to make you feel better (or alot lot worse, depends on your outlook)

Writtin after a freind read my poems and asked why i didn't write somthing nice (horrible smarmy word)

Somtimes people can be incredibly short sighted and somtimes irritatingly observant.

I found a note when i was sorting through my old school bag earlier, it was written in English by me and a girl who only cared about me for the sake of appearances and who i had geat fun befuddling (love that word) Probably slightly mean but she did insis

For those without time to sit and watch.

I wrote this literally years ago, during an 'i will be chirpy' phase, a friend gave me an idea to add to it the other day so i have, and here's the revised version.

I don't know why i find this funny, i very much doubt that anyone else will, that is if they're foolish enough to try to understand. Black humor i suppose, fun if sad.

Inspired by one of Nicobobinus, apparently the reason i can't remember anything is becasue i have so much useless crap in my head, like the co-ordinates for the land of dragons for instance!

barely amusing, but a nice safe bland topic which can't possibly be read any other way than the way it was written. (just to clarify)

For a friend who told me there were things he couldn't ell anyone.

i can't be bothered to explain, you'll just have to work it out.

Inspired by a friend

never a truer phrase spoken!

I saw sombody the other day wo i havn't seen for over a year, i hate surprises, they always catch me off balance and leave me reeling.

Written ages ago, not particularly good but one of the churned out general rant sort.

written a while back when the whole world was conspiring against me, for my own good, thankyou.

Not taking itself seriously this one so you don't have to call in the men in white coats just yet.

There is some grafiti on the m25 saying 'why do i do this everyday' this just reminds me of that, random and weird i know.

My pledge

I really could do with a basecamp, a place to walk from.

There are times i wish i could shave all my hair off, for charity perhaps, a girl i knew once did, but i don't htink i'd ever be brave enough, quite pathetic really1

I know that worrying is about as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum but i can't help myself. Far too personal to be explained any further.

Could be about shells if you really wanted it to but thats not the idea.

It's important that this message is recieved and understood, so alot less cryptic than my usual style.

Inspired by my great great great uncle (or somthing like that) after a long day site seing in London.

I had an idea for a title and an idea for a poem, and somehow they ended up together. I think it works but then i'm sleep deprived, what do you think?

A bit of a private joke this one, it will be interesting to find out what you think it's about.

The meaning of this one changed as i wrote it, see if you can spot the join.

It is i,possible to ever understand someone as even if you've been in an identical situation as someone you never react the same way!

ummm this one confuses me, so writing a summary is dificult. You tell me what you think it's about.

Very deep (sorry about the pun, painful i know)

'Women are supposed to be loved, not understood' (oscar wilde)

Another weird one i'm afraid!

But to where?

I didn't know what to call this, 'a collection of words' or 'How my mind works, a users manual'. My freind once told me i think too much, and make connections that arn't there. I'm beginning to think she was write.

I've finally worked out why i write-for fun! Not particularly amusing but it kept me entertained. Little things please little minds.

This probably isn't in the slightest bit amusing for some people and hope it causes no ofence but you have to have met my mother to understand the comedy.

That which does not kill us only makes us stronger (never really agreed with that but it can work somtimes though some things are probably better left unsaid)

I always give myself very good advice which i rarely follow, but when things happen which i've seen coming, i always feel worse for not listening to myself.

One of my many faults is a huge fear of awkward silences i'd rather talk rubbish than just keep my mouth shut!

I've never been any good at being true to myself, i'm always too afraid to put my real self out there.

I wrote this a few weeks ago and didn't like it but its growing on me, apologies for terrible title.

Theres somthing really magical about snow

Geography, great subject, beautifully predictable.

This is fiction.

Inspired by one of my reveiwers.

Why do we do this everyday?

I don't really want to explain this one, it's a bit too personal. Read into it what you will.

Beleive it or not this is not about the weather!

Weird that i've come out with this now, but you can't expect me to know how my mind works.

It's always hard putting yourself out there, this could aply to so many situations.

Beyond weird this one.

If you've never read any of my poetry before you should really start with this one, very weird, but very true of me.

There's only one person who'll completly understand this and everyone else will just think i'm completly insane, sanities overrated anyway.

I wrote this poem years ago, it's generally about how two faced and bitchy people can be.

Free enough to write this, Ironic really

Bit weird and dosn't necessarily apply to me at the moment, don't really know what made me write it.

Just couldn't think of anything to write, pretty self eplanitory.

I wrote this poem a very long time ago when i was trying to explain to someone what it was like to be deaf, then i realised how stupid that was because i'm not deaf and don't have a clue. It'd weird the way you can see somthing your whole life and never u