Addiction
Today I failed my history test I’ve been addicted to FPS games. So I smile, a little sadly, a sad little smile at the repetition of time mismanagement during…
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Today I failed my history test I’ve been addicted to FPS games. So I smile, a little sadly, a sad little smile at the repetition of time mismanagement during…
The wind makes my feet easier to lift; It presses against my skirt and shapes me a butt two thighs. The steps are almost too easy too light but you won’t have…
Do not get drunk on wine, which leads to debauchery. Drink only puritanical water from the crystal chalice and always be on guard – The rusted silver rim can…
Do not let the sun go down while you are still angry. Soak the yellowing rays of a sinking yolk in the formaldehyde of naked consciences. Let it discolour the…
I used to ignore instruction manuals that scream “Do it Yourself” Now I know I can’t just create homo habili, neanderthals; traditional, revisionist…
Adults don’t shout or scream their tonsils raw don’t need lozenges to cool the burn Because they’re in the subzero of icy shoulders biting cold It’s not…
Staples hold the wall up rusted metallic brown scabs that conceal wounds beneath. Behind the netted veil and nonchalant whirs of throbbing engines fluorescent…
The medic lingers by his bed. Her voice is contained in mics and whispered by faulty headphones Words are exchanged like fragile trinkets does he notice how…
They hang from tree to bush in horizontal lines of blue Red yellow and green Like traffic lights controlled by forgotten deities. They are the blessings and…
The arial A rings like a high-ceilinged hall of familiar voices looped in a warped recording. And I can hear my voice (as if amplified over an announcement…
We sit stone-still, looking straight at each other. The nightshade glows against her glasses and I cannot read her eyes - all I see is myself. My stiff, cold…
The water mutes the noises of chaos as I close my eyes and feel that unfamiliar coolness envelop me, minor 5ths playing out in my head Numbers play out in the…
He turned the shiny brass knob and stepped into the room. The first thing he noticed was the warm fireplace at the opposite wall of the room. It made him feel…
Today I thought I’d seen your face at the bustop, just behind me, outside where we spent the days together. You were like a silver coin unblemished in the…
Whenever we have one of those talks I wish I could shrink into my seat. I wish I could tell you that I am not happy but I’m walking across the tightrope of…
Put a fly in a jar and scrutinise its one thousand six hundred eyes warped though the concave walls of a jar with your two gargantuan eyes. Fill it with a…
My hand scribbles “good luck”s and “all the best”s on sweating paper that cringes in stress. The words are weightless and their meanings fade into whispered…
Tables of guests come and go, Finishing score after score of rumbly conversations and clinking cutlery With glasses of red wine That could’ve been red been…
If you were powerful enough to write your own history why hesitate to play the song you made? Because the scores are punctured with rests and silent cringes…
Hear The notes that run and go nowhere In false pretences Of pleasing peace which condense Into droplets of sour tears. It fills the room with cheery rhythm …