Her sister is very grown up at almost-14; she does her make-up like the stars in the magazines she reads, though she doesn't look so beautiful. Sometimes, when her sister thinks no-one is watching she'll kiss herself in the mirror, or pout seductively, mess up her hair and take a picture with her camera. (Girl, 10, observes her mother and sister to learn what grown-ups do)

Or: 'I'm not pregnant'

You make talking awkward./The only place we’re comfortable /Is on or in your bed/And even then we have a one-track conversation/It usually revolves around your head/ And not the one on your shoulders

A one-shot about a couple at Christmas time m/f . Happy Christmas to everyone reading this.

- Her back and the part of her bum not covered by quilt were very cold. She sat up and carefully swung her legs off the bed, trying unsuccessfully not to wake her bed buddy. - About friends w. benefits. A two-part one-shot! R&R please, much appreciated.

Short and sweet, this is another poem I wrote about two years ago and about the same person as "Flight of Fancy", which I found and published earlier today. This one doesn't rhyme! Again, it'd be great if someone could come up with a better title.

An Inconvienient Crush. Short and sweet, I found this poem on my hard drive recently having written it about two years ago. And yes, it rhymes! more or less Applicable to both sexes. If you can think of a better title, I'd really appreciate it

My dog kills a bird. A brief reflection on the relevancy and transitory nature of life.

Catch those dreams.

ARRGH! Why won't this FUCKING site leave in my paragraphs? Sorry, I'm angry and I'm never angry but today was the exception that proves the rule...

So I didn't make the team... again... why not? I train hard! I never miss a session! Is it because I don't wear shorts to training?

I'm not a nice person. No, really, I'm not. This poem was inspired by my own thoughts on what we may call some of the more 'choice' poems available on fictionpress.com and why to review them

Two charismatic figures who dominate our skies that I believe really don't get the coverage they deserve...

In my class, in my room, I am God. You do what I say or you suffer.' About a teacher.

Last night I spoke to my Granddad. The thing is he’s been dead for six years. The last time I saw him he pressed 20p into my palm and said ‘I’ll give you more next time’. Three months later he got knocked down.

When people don't listen to words you write poetry. It's not life changing, it just exists to be read and thought about.

Her breath caught in her throat as they sat and watched the sun’s head fall deep into the sea. Amber and amethyst streaks swirled across the sky in graceful whirlpool-like gestures. The ocean’s cerulean surface shimmered as the glowing embers of the dyi