BulliedReturning home, The door handle glares. Is this the endless falling that you call your life?Bullied
The tatters of his blazer falling to the ground, The pages of his books falling out, How he seemed to fall apart from other people.
You have to ask yourself, Why did they choose him?
Red lines escaping as they played there simple game, Spilling from his mouth onto the ground below.
You gaze back at the door handle, Blinding you with it’s glare.
And you know,
Brightness hurts.
Sex EducationThe heterosexuals in my fourteen-year-old class, growing sick of the trick of virginity, got talks no end from the biology staff.Sex Education
No doubt they did the best that they could with diagrams, textbooks, videos, graphs teaching abstinence, and the rest, part by part.
But it was Miss Meats, softly-built, middle-aged, who did, looking back, the best of the lot, by sliding a condom onto a boiling-tube cock.
I bet that put them off.
Becca
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There's a new club on the block Photo-Sanctuary with it's own chat
Yes gabriel and zay both have accounts, they should be in my faves somewhere....
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There's a new club on the block Photo-Sanctuary with it's own chat
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The poem i have recently submitted was with ALOT of help from Alex Gabriel. If you are interested i can send you a word document with it before and after his help and the various stages inbetween! Take a look at it and comment honestly but do bare in mind it is my first real attempt!
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