7:00 AM and Kingsley got up for another melancholy day of his wasted life. Building up from the bottom was never for him. After besting his classmate, Brian, to get into Cambridge leaving the arrogant teen behind without further education, everything was set: a rich background, the best help and perfect society life. Each unravelled …
Walking with my friend, Thought it would never end, Started scheming, Realised I was daydreaming Didn’t notice at all, But there was the writing on the wall. Waiting for the bus, It was just us Suddenly appearing, It’s not disappearing There was the writing on the wall. Then I went to bed, And …
There it is again Why Another restriction Why There is so many Why Too many Why Threats of possibilities Why I have done nothing Why All this is for what Why And here I am Why Looking at this wall Why I can’t get past Why It’s impossible Why I am stuck Why On my …
Lockdown, shutdown, meltdown I’ve never lost myself like this before I can’t live like this anymore. A billion bricks present itself in front of me, A liquid can spraying sparks of red and green. Letter stand still on the brick wall I stand on the edge, taking my final fall Final breath draws in …
It was a dark and gloomy night and I was walking alone past the empty shops of the town that looked just like a ghost town. All of a sudden, I heard someone spraying something like a bee buzzing in the air and I followed the sound. When I got there I saw someone wearing …
A white wall covered in colourful lines, The long lines tracing back to memories, The straight path to unfulfilled happiness, It’s trying and trying to take me back, But I’ve already gone another path, The short lines are starting to age away, My childhood starting to feel distant. I’m struggling to find the bright …
There’s always writing wherever you go, Can’t have an opinion, go with the flow. Staying true to yourself can be quite hard. One man always has the ultimate card. Controls you, perceives you, changes your life. Feels like you’re being cut up with a knife. Trapping you physically and mentally. Forgetting what it is like …
It replays in my mind and won’t get out I could tell you exactly what happened It feels odd writing on paper for once As if all the adrenaline is gone Keeping alert and racing home, gone Before getting caught it became routine Leaving my mark everywhere I travelled An addiction formed till I overdosed …
When we began to write, no one would read our words. Ignorance always has been that soaring, governing gate forever sealed tight, its rusted key thrown to the wind. The messages were clear to us. We were the only ones who could see them. We drew twisted lines with invisible ink. Only our eyes could …
