“Exams are important don’t let anyone try to convince you otherwise. People will try telling you that they don’t matter in the great scheme of things
“There is more to life than exams Lisa. It isn’t the end of the world if you don’t obtain the grades to get into university” mum said.
This is all *******. I’ve no intention of spending my life flipping burgers in some crummy burger bar. Do you know they have the cheek to call these places restaurants?! Problem is strictly between you and I, you won’t let it go any further will you? Promise, cross your heart and hope to die? Well as you only have my first name and it would be impossible to trace me I’ll let you into a little secret. The truth is that I am not academically gifted. Don’t get me wrong I try. No one tries harder than me. I’ve spent weekends huddled over my books cramming for my exams, “Lisa no mates that’s me” but it goes in one ear and comes out the other. I just can’t remember things, head like a sieve thats me!
Well here I am now in my room at uni. You should have seen my mum’s face when I got the grades. There she stood her mouth gaping open like a stranded fish. Quite comical really. Did I say that all my hard work paid off? Well it wasn’t that difficult for an 18-year-old bomb shell like me to ****** the head master and get my hands on the exam papers prior to the examination. Perhaps academic qualifications aren’t everything after all”.

There was a young lady called Beth, who maintained an unhealthy interest in death. When she finally did die, she cried my oh my, now I am truly bereft!

Young lady older man, is there love or a cunning plan? Middle aged man with younger girl, does love exist in this world? What thoughts pass through your heads, as you lie entwined in your bed? Girl are you there or far away? What holds you, makes you stay?
“Oh my darling man why worry? enjoy me while you can. Life is short, I am sweet. Give in to lust then let us sleep”.

The sky is dark, the rain drenched park stretches away. I stand the land bleak speaks, a feeling of desolation creeps into my soul, the whole is dank and grey. Nature is all around, the muted sound of birds is heard, the sky is louring and grey.
The wind blows, trees sway, the dark park stretches threateningly away.

To explore the garden of Eden, beautiful in it's innocence. To savour the prospect of sin. To gaze with adoration at fruit bursting with juice hanging, temptingly low inviting, asking to be plucked. To fight desire, to give in and be, forever lost.

She smiled, awhile I tarried there, fashioned castles out of air. She laughed, set my heart aflame, tis love, or my overactive brain.

I think of her but who is she? A bird encaged longing to be free? Is she content in her cage? Or does she beat the bars with rage? Do I put my thoughts
on her? Building castles in the air? Who am I? who is she? Both are struggling to be free.

I saw a young lady with jewels in her hair, her skin was like porcelain, her face it was ffair. The nymph she did speak to me,  
“My good sir with my charms I will delight you, I’ll soothe all your cares”.
To the lady I made answer,  
“Oh maiden fair your face is bewitching and  the light it doth dance on the jewels in your hair. But lady, most pretty my soul cries out beware, in your arms man will find nought but sorrow and care”.
The lady gaily made answer
“My good sir in my embrace you will find relief from both sorrow and care”.
I gazed at the young lady, at the jewels in her hair and at length I made answer
“Oh maiden fair, in your arms bliss, tis  fleeting there is no solace there”.
The nympth, she did attempt to win me with accents sweet and fair
“Gaze on my beauty, at the jewels in my hair, my charms can release thee from blackest despair”.
“Oh lady, lust is a powerful thing, it temporarily soothes almost any sting, but lady tomorrow the sting tis still there, so I must decline you and the jewels in your hair”.