Clock
Time has no worries Time has no end Time doesn’t forget Time is everywhere Time is split in two Time is needed to start the day and end it Time is nothing if you don’t use it Time is everything to someone who needs it Time dictates your life
School
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My Teacher Lost My Poem
My Teacher Lost My Poem, like a piece of Styrofoam. We gave them all up, full of luck; and now they’ll never come home. Bright ideas that struck, all the poems he took. With the words from the mouth, all came out; him losing them was a stroke of bad luck. We forget something: he […]
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Dimmest Glows
Never constant, ever changing: there is no east, west, north, or south, only the abyss’s gaping mouth vast beyond eternity. The infinite cycle of death, decay and destruction, all to bring about the new: the small, tiny, miniscule and insignificant; the large, huge, monstrous and colossal. All lie side by side in the web of […]
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Semicolon
Sometimes you’re worried, confused. Finger on the trigger, slipping. Sweat dripping and time slows down. Blood dripping every moment you move. The end of you. A heart with worry and confusion needs time. When you end the confusion you’re finished. When you end the worry you move on.
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The Ghost of Rome
It all began when Remus wiped out Romulus; that’s when the city of Reme came to be. It was a State of fair Democracy that was the envy of other regions; through their diplomatic ties they formed a Union. It spread from Palestine to Belgium. A man called Cesar spurred revolution. He was jailed for […]
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The Hunter
It looked at me in surprise, that fox I met that afternoon. We both stopped dead in our tracks. I stared at the intelligent brown eyes, the fluffy auburn tail. And the smooth, bright pelt of red-gold fur. And coming into contact, with a creature such as I, it was no wonder that it fled, […]
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Drown
Float gently above; relish in your paradise. Prepare for the storm. Fall down from the sky to the depths of a lost sea. Lonely, afraid: drown. Lost inside your thoughts, delve deeper into darkness. Or swim to the shore.
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The Dark
“I can’t face it,” you say. I stand quiet, don’t want to wound you when you’re already bleeding. But your words are shards, the barbed wire I’m clinging to to keep from going under. Because this pain, this sadness, it’s so much better than the dark: the eternal abyss where no light reaches. So yes. […]
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Mr. Crestfallen
He shuffled along the pavement like dead leaves in the wind, always carrying a third support. Mr. Crestfallen’s sombre eyes drooped into heavy bags, almost reaching the network of spider veins crawling, multiplying as freely through his sickly pale jowls as the cells in his lungs. His spine arched; leathered back beginning to recover from […]
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Journeys
They loom in and out of sight with eerie speed, like ghosts of places left behind. Pale and colourless against the dark, silhouettes of light flashing out of view as soon as seen. They are paper cut-outs, limiting the world to an ever-changing, never-changing sphere of depthless shape.
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Insomniac
When we return home, Wishing everyone their goodnights, Making sure the lights turn drab, Not letting the bedbugs bite, That’s when the feeling enters: I feel dizzy & clammy & weak. I lie there in silent rigidness; I need to scream & shake & shriek. No matter how tormented Or scared that I may be, […]
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Exequies of an Angel
Rip off my wings, Cut off my golden curls; Extinguish the light I give To frightened boys and girls. Strip me of my snow white robes, Use my halo to slash my cherub’s face; Reap me of all my worth, Pull me down so far from grace. Then leave me, red and raw, Alone on […]