QueenElf
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Forum topic | the Prey by Queen elf | tcook | 6 | 18 years 10 months ago |
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Looking for Serenity.
Looking for Serenity. I know about the darkness and the pain inside your soul I know the helpless feeling when you fail to meet your goal The cocoon you wrap around you to keep the hurt at bay, The endless battles that you make to live from day to day.
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- 1042 reads
What If .........
Knitting Needles handn't been invented? If only I had gone to school that day what might have happened? Maybe my mother would have died and my life would be very different, maybe she still would have survived and I would never have known about all the lost babies. From that one single day my head was full of "what ifs. I managed for many years to push it to the back of mind, but just closing my eyes I can transport myself back in time.
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- 1305 reads
Love Haiku.
Eyes like diamonds Shadow the moon's cold embrace Silven light anew. Soft hair so silken Gossamer spun, angel's wings Threads of purest gold. Limbs of lily white Marbled blossomed, cold the touch
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Down and Out in the Jobcentre.
Threats of violence simmered in the air that morning. I walked over to the security guard and warned him to be extra alert. He shrugged it off as he always did, under my breath I muttered 'useless prick'. So I wasn't surprised when the chair went flying, one woman down on the ground already, spitting and cussing, arms flailing, going first for the hair and then for the eyes. Women are the worst; they draw blood in seconds, fight real dirty and draw shrieks of encouragement from the men.
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- 997 reads
On The Parish.
On The Parish ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ She clutches her thin coat around, too short to cover up bare knees A cut-off from her mother's coat never meant for winter's freeze A chill wind sends her rags a rustle seeps into her very bones
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- 1002 reads