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whoops! can't reveal my age cos I'm a bit of a Peter Pan character, and this is a site where people can form relationships through thought, ideas and imagination, so age doesn't count. (my body is 64)
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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Siblings: 4 of 48

SANDAL I have it in a photo we took for larks - her foot inside a sandal, just a strip of scarlet studded with stones, an arched instep inside raised like an eyebrow. The angle it's taken from conceals the heel, but the strip is wide enough for whipping and the stones like drops I enthused over have hardened into studs. Her ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Evil: 7 of 79

He creeps into my bed at night. I do not see him come. I know he is there only because behind my closed eyes the red waters seep my black tongue slides its venomous roots deep down my throat. He creeps into my bed. He does not touch me. And the air freezes solid red, joins ceiling to floor Some nights he comes later than oth...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Death: 81 of 633

THE SMELL OF RAIN I followed every move of her leave-taking one hand in mine, the other in my sister's, she let me pace her going with the rhythm I stroked her with. Or else I learned the rhythm from every breath which hovered by her mouth waiting to see if she would sip it in. Instead it seemed as though, tilting her chin, ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Sanity: 61 of 111

The hard blue sky's been trying to tell her something for some weeks now. She has held her lips pressed dry together. At the corner of her mouth Spring's tongue darts like a lizard. When she was young the boys used to make loops of grasses to catch lizards, the tails of which swished unattached for moments after their bodies...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Love between a mother and daughter: 92 of 166

Grandmother She tells it like a memory we hear it like a story - my children and I. They are all light, she tells so lively, they giggle and whisper together till my son jumps up to grab her hand and hold it to his cheek I listen. I seem to remember - is it something lived or something heard? Or is it I years and years from ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Feeling lost: 417 of 652

Crawl into your hole, little one, curl up inside and stay your ulcered eye is hurt by light which brightens up the day. The soul which once revived you is hidden by your body - but now it's dead and rotting, you aren't anybody. Your friends and family can't bear your stench begot by pain you are a lone small animal, you cann...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Creativity: 50 of 77

semiotics your body arrives in waves climaxing its shape on a slip of paper i cannot tell the feel of it inhale it i can only look for it in signs and spaces it cannot wrap its arms around me cradle my head appease my breasts it cannot enter between my thighs or moisten them like tears I can only hold it in my hands in my id...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Falling in love: 394 of 576

correcting 'deja` vu' STRANGER Your first glimpse of a stranger you will later love is even stranger perplexingly new, and yet a deja` vu, a slight thread of hostility perhaps, because the danger of adventure can usurp the cosy numbness you've grown accustomed to. And you seek reasons for going back to sleep you're tired, di...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Pictures: 25 of 34

THE LEGACY 25.04.04 I don't remember when we got it all I remember is his delight and my mother's smile, glad for his joy, but observing as if he weren't her husband but her child. I couldn't understand why, overweight and going bald, respected by society, he should prance before the picture of an aged man blending into a ba...
Health & Fitness > Sleep Disorders An overview of sleep disorders in adults: 17 of 18

What is the point of writing an informative article on-line, when informative sites about sleep disorders are so numerous that they can keep you awake over a number of nights? I want to write of my own experience for the simple reason that the information I wish to pass on has not been culled from books, the web, medical pam...