What is real and what’s not, Something many argue about and truly few know. Nothing feels real, not really, not when your stuck in a day-by-day system rewinding and repeating just to regret everything you say over and over again. An asteroid burns brighter than the sun. But does it really? Two souls do not …
Hastily adding the words ‘don’t tell anyone’ after discussing an overheard conversation during third period is a pretty risky move. Especially since Catherine’s biggest secret was leaked last term, which resulted in her attending four weeks of counselling and three girls who refuse to speak to her. What usually begins as harmless talk always gushes …
Smoke. Thick, heavy smoke which scorches its way through your nostrils, ravenously scraping at the walls of your throat, desperate to seize your lungs completely. You feel hollow, indescribably empty as you watch everything you built. Burn. Every memory – burnt. Every achievement pinned on your wall – burnt. All turning to ashes. Now you’re …
Always together wing in wing hand in hand flying through the storm When the lightning hammers and the rain pounds when the fire ravages and the mountains brawl I look over and I know it’s Me and You Always together wing to wing, hand in hand manoeuvring through the storm Whilst …
I go to the parties, I smile, I laugh, But you stand there insulting my uneven path. Yes, I’m not perfect, but why should I be? When I put in the effort, just so you can see. So, what am I for you? A story to tell? A laughable topic or a name just to …
SELF: I think this looks okay. Beat MASK: You look tired. Just put me on. SELF: I’ve told you already. I’ve talked about you in therapy. You’re not good for me. MASK: And you spoke with me still plastered on your face! Silence MASK: Listen, you need me. It’s okay. Don’t listen to her. She …
They promised that maturity would bring a perspicacious vista, an elegant blueprint where every fractured, juvenile thought would coalesce. They said the chaos of youth would acquiesce, leaving a steady, authentic adult in its place. They gave us the myth of the arrival- the lie that one day, we would simply wake up whole. But …
You push my creativity into a tight black box. Organized. Labeled. Placed next to the other traits you refuse. I sit in your classroom. Sit still you tell me don’t move, don’t speak, don’t think. My creativity bursts in its box. The shelf croaks, the lid stretches- my creativity has a mind of …
I jolted awake. Bathed in a blindingly brilliant light which, contradictingly, failed to illuminate the rest of where I was. Trying to speak out I found myself gagged and restrained. What is happening? My head swirled with currents of fear. Will I be killed? How will I die? I could only make out the bold …
I met a real person last week. I asked him if he was okay. He said he was a bit tired. I said I felt the same way. I hadn’t slept last night, because of the rain. He said he hadn’t slept last night because of the pain. The person next to me in …
