How have all of your holidays been? Any good stories or memories?
Have a great day xx


I'm a Writer, What are You?The thing I fear most is not knowing what to write, staring at an empty page and not knowing how to fill it. Without my writing, theres nothing extraordinary about me. Writing is my therapy, my occupation, my hobby. Its my curse when I cant get to a pen and paper in time, when Im nearly asleep and struck by inspiration. Its second nature to me now, as normal as breathing, but nowhere near as easy. It turns me into a psycho control freak, a recluse and an extrovert all at the same time. The things I have the courage to feel but not to say I can put on paper with barely a second thought. Its a part of my mindI'm a Writer, What are You?


Untitled IIClouds like broken glaciers Spread beneath me Sunlight trapped in their furrows.Untitled II
Clouds like fine moorland mists Cling to my limbs Like a jealous lover.
Clouds like softly whipped cream On every side Waiting for me to taste them.
Clouds like vast tundras Stretch forever Threaded with azure rivers. Clouds like bruised pillows of flesh Form around me Until there is no light.


Little White CatLittle white cat Peeks from underneath metal sanctuary Little bell rings Then he disappears like a shaman.Little White Cat
Little white cat Treads on silk padded paws Little pink nose Upturned to the dying martyr in the sky. Little white cat Lies in the heat, developéing his leg Little face turns And little white cat has grown.


The Unforgiving ChairThe air hangs heavy with fear Dull smell of copper invades my nostrils The walkway clangs beneath my hot feet And there is no other sound.The Unforgiving Chair
The chamber glows with shadows The hooded man my welcoming party I fall into the chair, hands broken free As my shaved head burns with truth.
Tears sting my eyes but dont fall The unforgiving chair holds me. Close The priest in black robes hovers over me And then they leave me with my truth.
My jaw juts, my throat clenches Needles of sweat score my dirty cheeks The hooded man offers a black shrou
Smiling is infectious, you can catch it like the flu
When you smiled at me today, I started smiling too
I passed around the corner and someone saw my grin
When he smiled I realized, I'd passed it on to him
I thought about that smile, then I realized its worth
A single smile like mine could go around the earth
So, if you feel a smile begin, don't let it go
undetected
Let start an epidemic quick and get the world infected!
Play it Forward.
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A problem is like an enemy:
name it;
track it down;
kill it.
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(...) Give them the silent treatment
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Those who are good at liberating people, are also good at enslaving them. Plato.
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A problem is like an enemy:
name it;
track it down;
kill it.
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\"We make a living by what we get, we make a life by what we give.\"
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Those who are good at liberating people, are also good at enslaving them. Plato.
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A problem is like an enemy:
name it;
track it down;
kill it.
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There are more worlds than the one you can hold in your hand...
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