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ITS COMING

Its coming Creeping Everywhere Anywhere In everything In every breath In every noise Movement The depths of every Heart Mind Soul Watching Waiting For that one chance One wrong step A misplaced heartbeat An empty breath A hesitation The anticipation It melts Boils Burns Steam Mixing Mingling Spreading Filling Every space The thoughts Of the new born baby The crippled lady The egg The creation Of nations Tumbling Writhing In its mass Its vice like grip Plucking The lucky The few From the flow Its coming

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from where i sit

from where i sit i hear the halfway blinds knock against the empty windows in an unfelt draught the hurried steps of an unknown stranger pass the call of birds on rooftop tiles as i listen for a little while to my invigilator turn a page tear it out and gently lay the piece upon the table top and notice as the voices stop soft clattering a pen is dropped slam as people talking walk through door and on until i hear no more the story of their troubled day but hear the seconds tick away a rubber make an empty page birds fly back i note and then voices singing out again the tap tap tapping of bored feet the scrape as someo

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WAITING

Waiting, in the ground you'll find them Slowly they sweat in the morning sun Pale their skin, now covered in dirt Waiting for the day they know will come Then their captors arrive With their cruel machinery And with shovels and knives Drive them out of their home But they will wait until that day Until that day they know will come Their eyes can't see the world around them Their skin is numb to the life giving loam The beasts of the country are dying around them Because of what was sprayed on their home So they are safe until the day Until the day they know will come Then they will be caught Plucked from their houses But the

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Ever Watching

Ever Watching Why Why do you watch me? Watch me with such haunting gaze Watch me with such shallow eyes Could you know me? Could you judge me? No You don't know me And yet And yet you still watch Still judge To you I could be anything Anything at all But for now I'm nothing more Nothing more than empty space Just a whisper on the wind Just a clouded thought from clouded times And yet you still watch me Watch everything I do Searching ever searching What do you see in me? Do your eyes reveal what others can't? Do you even see me? Or are you simply watching

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A Death in Literature

He didn’t enjoy killing, or even violence in general; it disgusted him. It was something the world could do without entirely, and he wished more than anything that he could escape it. He knew, however, as we all know, one cannot escape violence in a world that lives for death. He didn’t want, in any part of him, to kill another human being. Of course, that did not mean for even a second, that he wasn’t going to do it. Purpose; generally, this is accepted as the one thing every human wants and needs. In our society, and our world, no perso

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The Tide is Turning

Starry skies, and a bottomless sea I am adrift within myself I close my eyes and the current pulls me under Deeper and deeper, no light can be seen Then I see them--the other parts of me Strange and ominous, I can make out their shapes Are my eyes even open? My own voice echoes from them What are they saying? Contradictions, hypocrisies My own thoughts? I cannot even tell It seems like they are all closing in I struggle for the surface, but it is useless The current pushes me even deeper and then Everything goes black And then my eyes open I am ashore, the storming sea demands that I return Waves lash out in vain to pull me

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Current Residence: MY OWN LITTLE WORLD
Favourite genre of music: MOOD DEPENDANT
MP3 player of choice: PURPLE
Shell of choice: NATURAL
Skin of choice: SNAKE
Favourite cartoon character: JERRY
Personal Quote: I SHOULD HAVE SAID I DREAMT I WAS A LEMON FLOATING IN A GIANT GIN AND TONIC...

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