She said she didn’t feel good.
They said what else is new.
She said this time it’s different.
They said we’ve heard that too.

She said I think I’m dying
They said give us a break.
She said I’m even crying
They said those tears are fake.

She said I think you’ll miss me.
They said you haven’t gone.
She said it’s getting darker.
They said don’t carry on.

She closed her eyes in silence.
They said come on let’s go.
Her form grew cold and rigid
At last they had to know.

She wasn’t just pretending.
The thing she fought was real.
Her story had no ending.
And her life book they could seal.

They said we’ve been so stupid.
Uncaring and unkind.
She tried and tried to show us
But we were just too blind.

And now she’s gone forever.
Who’s going to run this place.
They don’t know which they’ll miss more-
Her efforts or her face.
ljm

some were conned into
doing the riddance
job
they'd been duped by
the lad's egotistical
cob

how did he gain
such an overarching
rule
more discerning folk picked
him for a selfish
mule

those of no acumen
got on side with his
ploy
they did the ousting to
aid a wimpy
Elroy

and still they're willing
in carrying out his dodgy
drift
cause the lad hasn't a
scintilla of spinal
lift

Sat alone in their room
Vulnerable child not yet groomed
On the computer with ***** men pretending to be young and their friend
The fake young person starts a chat
A little bit of this a little bit of that
Luring the vulnerable child falsely to a dare
Take your pants off and sit on the chair
Angle the camera between your thighs
As your reward I've got a surprise
The fake friend continues with the chat
A little bit of this and a little bit of that
The vulnerable child chats right back pleased to be making friends
Agrees to meet the very next day, in a car park a few miles away
No one knows about the meet, no one is aware
The vulnerable child is alone and about to find out their fake friend is really 48
For the vulnerable child it is too late, about to find out where lies their fate
Sadly this trend is growing far and wide.
Let's help our children to stay safe online.

Like other girls,
Trying hard to get rid of the black scars.
Home remedies, costly cosmetics,  medicines,
Tried everything, but no results.
Why don't these ugly circles disappear?
I asked myself every time I stood in front of mirror.
Then, one day, I saw my face, carefully
And came to the conclusion, that dark circles don't make me look ugly.

Many people close to me,
Have left me,
But these circles never did.
When I thought that I was strong,
People made me feel weak.
But when I look at the dark circles,
They remind me of all those nights,
I was awake,
Working hard to make my dream true.
Then how can something, that makes me feel proud of myself be ugly?

At the hint of your touch my eyes begin to slide closed in slow motion as my body inhales inclining anticipation. My flesh poised for ignition. Exposed. Your glide creates electric waves of sensation, rippling through me dimensionally. Expanding oxygenless rapture where every cell comes to full attentioned life and every single atom drinks in boundless pleasure. Delighted by the tendrils of your touch my entire being dances in the earthy ***** thrum that makes me want to dig my toes into dirt and root down deep to enjoy the fullness of you.