The initial stages of maybe some things left unsaid or undone and defiantly sort of a nostalgic poem pertaining to those dreams you might have had as a child that were never fulfilled...What were they? Do they still exist?
this is me trying to express the things that can go trough my me when I'm the point where I feel I nl longer can. I did intend this one to be a song too.... havent quite got round to sitting down and writting it into a song though
this is the much revised vertion of "tales of my mother" I thought I would poast it because many of the changes I made were based on your sugesstions:) Thanks so much for all your help!
this peice is in its early stages, I've only really done one draft, but I was hopeing for feedback before continuing. I am hopeing to pair this with another peice about the dynamics between mother and daughter
this is my first submission, so please comment...I don't feel that it's compleatly finished, but I feel that I need some edits before I can go any farther (I don't even know if its good enough to be worth prusing
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