The thunder of war, a toxic plague, Our instructions, orders all kept vague, All turn blind, misguided eyes, Some never to look back at once clear skies We’d stumbled through those silenced streets, Bodies lined up at our feet, The plague of war, fed by death, Suffocating like the crushing depth My thoughts …
From the depths of the oceans, To the mountains of Mars, And the secrets of the jungles, Through the tears and the scars. In the depths of the ocean, Where only the tough survive, Where jellyfish and whales Should be the ones who dive. And yet we explore; We jump, we swim, and we …
Do memories always hold the truth? Can identity only be claimed from youth? Do privileged strangers know me better than I know myself? Why is my worth only measured by their wealth? They scan my papers all day long In search of anything to prove me wrong They care no more for my hopes and …
When it comes to the natural world, what comes to mind? Do you think about the vast biomes filled with numerous ecosystems, all prospering with life? Or what about the lush oceans filled to the brim with majestic marine animals like the dolphin or the sea turtle? How about your own garden, which could be …
My duvet isn’t like any other duvet; it’s as purple as lavender and has stars as sparkly as glitter. My mummy says the most special thing about this duvet is that the amazing Poppy sleeps there! I giggle. I grin. I receive a kiss while she wishes me good night. I believe that the magical, …
November rain and the opalescent moon blanketed me in a cold white. Skeletal trees lined the avenue, no life or movement known. I was alone, my only company being the luminous stars in the sky. It had been like this for as long as I could remember. Alone. Hungry. Desperate. The streets were my bed, …
Rain pounded against the window; a relentless torrent that seemed determined to breach the thin pane of glass separating Jason from the outside world. He stood alone in his small apartment, staring out at the bleak cityscape, the neon lights blurred by the downpour. Beyond the window was not just the storm; it was the …
