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Her eyes appeared a shockingly distant, beautifully bright, meaningfully perfect blue. Her thick, inky black lashes shadowed effectively over them as if to protect such innocent beings.  She stared bravely ahead, a fierce yet anxious frown…
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Beauty
by Louisa
Humanity an illusion Compassion a myth Feeling of guilt inexistent Murder no problem Being a murderer for a ‘higher goal’ Hoping it is a lie But who believes in a lie is a murderer himself Murderer of truth, of humanity
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No title
by Sarah
My dearest. The time has come for me to write you a letter. I feel that you deserve to know. It is time now. You need to know what you can and cannot get away with anymore. The boundaries must be set. You’ve had free reign for far too…
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Closure
by tayler
It’s some time since I sat back, Looked at the world, Departed from this reality in a grand subconsciously built space rocket. I want to build a sandcastle in the snow and a snowman in the sand. I want to write a letter and see it float,…
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Untitled
by Abram
Oh my is that what you said? Is that what you mean? Is that where I am, Is that how you feel? I knew it was too Good to be true You couldn’t love me Because I loved you
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Oh My
by Sophiee
Look at you falling Falling from Grace Look at you falling I Can’t look away Realisation dawning on your pretty face You’re finally falling Losing your grace You never got what you wanted to be Should I have told you that you’re just…
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Another…
by Sophiee
Today I want someone to hold me right, And hold on tight. I want them to take me places, And ignore the other girl’s faces. It’s just me they see. Tomorrow I want someone to love and leave, I don’t give, yet I receive. I want them to treat…
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I Don’t…
by Sarah H
The sky is a watercolour wash of grey and the rain hurls itself against my office window with the ferocity of a swarm of bees. I count myself lucky that business this morning has not requested me to venture outside. Instead I reach for a…
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by Lyndsay
It was only after I had spent four hours staring at a computer screen, following a two hour session of brochure browsing - that I realised my love affair with First Choice would have to end. It would mean resisting the seductions of…
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Package…
by Jema
Just over a decade ago I was a naive child, ready to be shaped by anything and everything the world wanted to throw at me. Endless hours of cartoons, sky-scraping towers of Lego bricks and a collection of brightly coloured picture books had…
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Girl Power
by Jema
They pace the shallow halls of their self-aggrandising glory, basking in the callow, pointless existence they’ve built. Assert your power little man; read your stock phrases and stories - throw your negativity in our faces full…
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The ‘No’…
by Nickos23
At 15 years old, you were listening to Radio 4 and drinking tea, For the clever ones among us it is easy to know, easy to see, What you are and what you are not, what you do right and what you do wrong, At 13 years old I wrote a song. …
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15 years.
by GBSMusic
We were travelling over north, we were travelling over places, we left you here for dead, you were tying up your laces, The trees were growing up and so we looked into the air, i’m sorry that you missed it you were tidying up your…
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Coastlines
by GBSMusic
One in a million, Forever and ever, Until death do us part, As beautiful as a dove in amongst pigeons, Like a star alone at night, To love and be loved, Mine forever he promised, As beautiful as a dream, Then to wake, As beautiful as a…
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Never Look Back
by Heather
I’ve had a million dreams. I still have a million dreams. Every time I shut my eyes, or tune myself out of the world for a few minutes a new one appears and I’ll take a few minutes out to ponder, What if? Of course, some have faded and…
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Dream.
by Jema
I decide I have been in this position for some time: motionless, upright, one arm flung at ninety degrees against the panel of an open door. There are people streaming past. None say thank-you, or even look at me to acknowledge the service I…
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Professor…
by Gemma3373
The wait is finally over; Mumm-ra’s only tour of 2008 has arrived! Playing in a small renovated church on the penultimate show of their tour. But first…the support bands!   First to take to the stage is the Lugers. Well, they had musical…
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Mumm-ra…
by Stepho
Tread gently as you walk my love To where you now must go Shade yourself from autumn sun Under trees, where crocus grow. Brace yourself for night time’s chill As your guided by the stars Remember there’s no need to rush And please don’t go…
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Beloved
by Michelle Yellop
It is a few hours before Demetri is due to arrive and Sofia is walking through her father’s vineyard. The signs of neglect are evident everywhere, from the empty fountain to the rusted wheelbarrow and the broken windows. The endless…
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Hide and Seek
by Andy
The camp had burned long into the night. Smoke filled the heavens like a swarm of locusts. Swirling white ash and cinder idly fell from the sky and settled on the ground like snowflakes. On the morning after the attack Eliki and his family…
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Riverwide
by Andy
Trudging endlessly with a methylated-vodka induced hangover, I am sweating cobs. It’s an hour since our group relinquished Bukit Lawang’s chilled pace for this; our jungle-trek, and it’s hard work. We wanna see orangutans and other…
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Jungle…
by Howard
Bow tie, trilby hat, rain mac, New-fangled radio plugged in ear. Sane man’s data he lacks, Thus he chats, and chats, to you who regard him queer. Burbles to the town the DJ’s news – A funfair attraction for all the family to see. Yet who…
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The Tramp
by Howard
”        ” she said. How do I know what the silly woman meant? The sun meant nothing to me as a kid. Then the pineapple cubes which were in the white paper bag were used to confuse us. “It’s not A-B-C, it’s 1-2-3.” The T.V is…
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Niggy + Poppy
by Howard
I am drinking a glass of Carlsberg in El Fino bar, Marrakech. The interior of the bar reflects the rich, red-brown nature of the land outside. Outside it is hot, hotter than you may be able to imagine. I glimpse Eathon, my traveling-partner,…
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Moroccan…
by Howard

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