i have a request of you. i beg your honesty, there is nothing else so valuable to me as your opinion, I don't want pity or masked truths, i plead for your complete honesty - request

she has it...it surrounds her like an aura and draws us to her like bees to a honeypot. her home is the epitome of style, the parties there are filled with interesting people, hand picked like accessories - style

when i was 8 my mother bought me a small book, in it's pages were the prettiest butterflies ever, i walked around the garden with a fish net and tried to catch one, we only had the orange ones, not the vivid blue like in the book - butterfly

yesterday i climbed over this fence, i walked this path and found this outcome, i don't want to go there again.... climb

they had an ageless feel about them, those giant spreading branches which would serve as swings. we climbed high the scratchy barked limbs and smelt the sharp aroma as we squashed the pink pepperina berries in our dirty fingers - climb

this sparks my interest to try and write some words about a word. i often fail but sometimes love what comes to mind - interest (again, i am addicted to this ritual)

sometimes it is just what i want, to be enclosed in your embrace, but other times it feels like wires binding me there, suffocating me, trapping me...

give me a valid excuse, just one and then perhaps i will listen. but in the meantime you can talk until you are blue in the face and i cannot hear you. there is no excuse for selfishness. i should know - valid

thats the whole thing isn't it, i just want to protect her, i want to make the road she travels as smooth as i can and yet at every turn she wants to walk the hardest path, i cannot force her, i have to let her fall and then be there when she needs to have her wounds tended - protect

just around the corner i know everything will be ok, you tell me that it seems you just keep walking around the block and there is no other option, but i know that just around the corner there is a change for you, you just have to learn to turn the right way (or is it left?) - corner

my acid tongue, i don't even feel the anger and spite which pours forth yet still it comes, it burns those around me, but more it burns me i hold the acid in for days until it builds then gushes out in a torrent of danger and pain - acid

we kept them in stalls. these large animals in stalls barely large enough for them to turn around in, in there was a trough, which refilled itself when the level lowered and iced over on cold winter mornings, when i mucked out the bullstalls - stall

i need your shoulder to cry on, no-one else's can give the same comfort. my cheek just will not fall into place so readily anywhere but there, i need you - shoulder

i like the saying "It was a blast", sometimes things are just like that, it is such a buzz to see someone or go somewhere that this is the absolute best description and today even my work was a blast! - blast

I was almost old enough, but not quite, the others ran away up the paddock, but i had to stay behind. grandma took me by the hand and we sat in her room and she told me stories and i stopped minding so much, there will come a time, she said... - almost

i am beat, there is no other way to describe it, it is all too hard, i made mistakes i cannot undo and i am someone who should never have been a parent, i am beat, by myself by my 14 year old - beat

if it is out there where i cannot see it, i cannot reach it, it makes no impact on my life, then why do i care, what is it that gives me the fundamental sense of wrong, that an eye for an eye is wrong - external

stuck on this word, maybe that's my problem? I am stuck in a rut, new avenues keep opening but I cannot get off my rear and walk them, I am glued to the spot, is it fear or laziness? - stuck

if i could strike the right chord with you, if when i spoke it would bring you pleasure, but when i do i feel your irritation, dissatisfaction and i wonder if we will ever sing the same song? - chord

i would like to think that i have the strength to pull myself free but i seem to be stuck here, somewhere between freedom and slavery, somewhere i should never have let myself be. i want to go back and stop what i started - stuck

it looms above me, old, timeless, mysterious, i feel it there behind me every day as i walk about my house, i imagine it falling, toppling over me, i hear the echo of its history in my imagination, it is a legend, it echoes it's past in my dreams - mountain