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Spring, I shaped an identity. My mind had developed and Different thought streams branched out In intricate patterns Blossoming into a clear vision Of what I was to be. Summer, I had an identity. It thrived, rich and functional. But I don’t remember if I liked it. Then the chill began... - Poetry > All PoetryOf ambition it is in part, but certainly not out of malice that I commit these crimes My raids are for gold to fill this empty heart, which only seems to grow bigger (and more void) each time...
- Fiction > All FictionI’ve never told you this and I doubt you noticed, but there were gaping holes in my still young and developing memory through which my sanity, which has never been a very solid thing, steadily dripped out. Deterioration was inevitable. Slowly, slowly, the liquid corroded my composure from the insi...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionI never looked you in the eye. I simply couldn’t, though I tried. Your harsh words and loud judgements formed an impermeable barrier between us. Every time I turned your way, an insult would forcefully divert my gaze. “What is she doing here?” Your contempt-laced words bound my feet and gui...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionThere was no way for me to not flinch when I saw his fist come swinging. My eyes automatically closed and I was braced for pain before it connected with my face. “Stop!” I coughed out. I was disgusted by how desperate my voice sounded. He continued exercising his power over my body. I cou...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionI was already fidgety, and my eyes wandered before focusing on the girl paying at the front of the line. I hadn’t moved up the trail of people civilly waiting for their turn in order of arrival for at least a good three minutes, and my muscles demanded to exercise kinetic energy. My brain did as w...
- Poetry > All PoetrySometimes I think I’m going crazy. Sometimes I see things that can’t possibly exist (like you and me – together) and I find myself reluctant to erase the hallucination. I let myself dream until my dreams betray me. I’ve always been so terrified of death. With you as my life support...
- Poetry > All Poetryman is arrogant enough to group everything into “natural” or “man-made” as if humans weren't an active part of nature and therefore rather “natural” as if we don't have the same responsibility to humanity as to what's completely “natural” we're so differen...
- Poetry > All Poetryvague contours of fingerprints caught in the colours, decorate the white walls you were oh-so-eager to cover now the contrasts leer at you, graduated into more advanced mediums, fixing childhood awkwardness with the delicate touch of a brush and watercolours which sink out of sight ...
- Poetry > All Poetryyour grasp wrapped around my unsuspecting existence, filling all the crevices and settling like a soft blanket of the purest snow in your constricting hold, my fragile heart leaked yet that was still alright because it was all inside and you held me together but now i understand that ...
- Poetry > All PoetryThe heat has been rising steadily for weeks now And the sun winning more and more ground Almost forcing us to be happy as we walk around A bright city, little daisies singing at our feet, our Skin left bare in willing sacrifice to ultraviolet rays When I awoke the covers were on the floor B...
- Poetry > All Poetryalone in an abandoned room i embrace the cold encaging walls much like a dead man would the blood-soaked floor, palms pressed flat to feel the irregular textures, i roughly kiss the already-peeling paint, and the pale pastel layer comes away on my lips, intoxicating me with the scent of old ch...
- Poetry > All PoetryCuriosity is my ever-present love The only thing keeping me hooked to life And what a precarious life it is! When curiosity itself steals lives Luring me into death’s clever traps So I fence in my soft heart and smile Open up without ever fully trusting Braced for eventual betrayal I exp...
- Poetry > All Poetry
- Fiction > All FictionShe burned. She possessed an additional layer of skin mostly unfound in humans, a dynamic coat of fire. It shifted with her mood, waxing and waning unpredictably, but was always present. In the town where Destiny had chosen to shelter me until Time deemed me worthy of advancement, there was optim...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionI lie on my side on a frozen bench in the park. My body is already half-asleep, or is it just numb from the cold? I am in a state of semi-consciousness, beyond the physical plane. My heavy eyes are but slits to look through. The rest of my body is instinctively huddled together in a manner that effe...
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- Poetry > All PoetryIn the beginning, you were Everything we wanted to be We hung on to every word you wove with your magical hands, sparkling eyes and slick silver tongue You were the poet, and we were the followers of your Art; you were happy, free, Everything we wanted to be Perhaps if you had known t...
- Poetry > All Poetryi trudge along the heated sidewalk, head bowed to avoid the sun’s smouldering glare, when something catches my eye oh delicate butterfly, were you put under the magnifying glass to be observed in this intense light? how unfortunate it is that your beauty has crippled you this awful way ...
- Poetry > All Poetrythe cadence of rain rippling on the grey streets below soothes with its soft staccato sound, broken here and there by a splash as a carefree child plays in the puddles the gods are letting loose their tears, mourning the loss of their power over me, as i lose all of my fears, am washing aw...
- Poetry > All Poetryi am of jigsaw puzzles missing pieces, marvellously compatible LEGO bricks, and an ever-changing kaleidoscope. i am of toy soldiers and plastic swords, of many hours spent merging my imaginary worlds with my brother’s, the only person whom I really trusted for the longest time. i am of child...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionI watch her put on a brave smile before stepping on stage, like she always does. I sometimes feel guilty for catching her without one, her only defence against the multitude of judging gazes. She would then notice me noticing her, drop her guard and be flustered for a half-second, before stretching ...
