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I can't stand it here much longer. This fifteen mile square cell, Of buildings, fields and people... I can't stand it, can you tell. But I can't just get up and leave.
I do not put age warnings on any of my opuss', this is because I feel it is a parents job to monitor a child's activities, not mine.
I say goodbye to the family and start another day of factory rules and factory tools and fools in factory grey.
It's no big deal yet it shoves stuff up my bottom, A love undead but it handcuffs me. Sweat floating around the air, Like hot air balloons on that day...
Mrs came home last night and we had a celebration buffet. Taped the big concert from jubilee to watch together.. Still annoyed Rolf wasn't allowed to sing one of my favourite songs!.
James stood by the window, looking out on the drizzle of rain that comes with a grey April morning. James was a boy of twelve;with a sharp face framed by ear length brown curly hair.
A response to @bluegerbil. Sunlight shines into, The jungle I lie in. Crumpled paper strewn everywhere, Except for in the bin. The bed rocks and wheezes, Under the weight of all the mess.
Childhood days were a different world for me.
A frail old man lived with his son, his daughter-in-law, and his four-year-old grandson. His eyes were blurry, his hands trembled, and his step faltered.
Having a Boyfriend Dad: Shannon, remember you can't have a boyfriend until you're 17. Mom: Shannon why didn't you say yes to him he's a sweet boy. Wearing a 'slutty' bikini Mom: Shannon.
I was in Southampton city centre one Saturday a couple of years ago doing a bit of window shopping.
This is an extract from the lessons your parents, teachers or guardians have told you through your life.... Some time , every day. Parents: Never lie, always be honest , honesty is the best policy.
My Beautifull kids I am so proud But why do you have to be so loud!. Abs is so funny and such a mucky pup Wanted to be a horse when she grows up Told everyone she was lesbian cause she loves her mum.
Scene 2: Shoot. [Its is now the following spring but it is not in the air. Same tree. They are sitting on a blanket post picnic] He: I think he’s got your eyes. She: He hasn’t, he’s got my dads.
Young madam, You are not deprived Of opportunities to voice you opinions, You simply voice them Too often.
Soooo I watched the film, Marvel's Thor, and I'm totally in love with the plot and all the characters ❤ Sooooooo there goes my first fanfiction with my own character .
'Hi Mum' Doesn't reply. 'How was your day?' Why do I try. -I'm going to ignore you- I gathered as much. As for dependence. A weak person's crutch. 'How are you, Dad?' Doesn't reply.
Crinkled and worn out, another garment of clothing graces the floor with a large thump. Oops. Must have left my phone in the pocket. I fish it out and start tap, tap, tapping away in reply to a...
Age 6: Waaaaaah. MOMMY. I hurt myself!. Age 9: Oww. that hurt, Mom can I have a plaster. Age 12: Sh*t I cut my finger. Age 18: I know where the plasters are... Age 6: YAY.
We're on the phone for hours You have to get your time I very rarely answer And you're never really sure If you've got my full attention I'm often on the go And I'm more than often working Or so I'd...
'Darling, are you decent?' 'No mum, don't come in!' 'Oh well look at you. Half naked, what a sin. Now I don't see why you're complaining, Making such a fuss my dear.
"Here!" Me and Sylvie spoke together as we plonked down a bucket full of the dirtiest carrots. Mother just looked at them, her head on one side.
So we part ways, you cranky and I tired, after a discussion about life that turns sour.
I can hear the cries of my mother through the door. She is sobbing not softy, like you do when you are sad, but roughly and savagely, like a baby in pain.