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girl i could’ve been [poem]
i played the same song twenty times, imagining a life for myself so separate from reality.i painted the sky a multicoloured haze,rid each city of death and destruction.removed the darkest parts of myselfso they could only be viewed microscopically.if i close my eyes for long enough,will anything change?i keep finding myself thinking of the girl…
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complete [Poem]
words are only half of me,they cannot represent the whole,the shadow of the self that lingersand says nothing at all.i’ve spun a narrative a thousand timesof who i think i am,trying to poeticise it, manipulate it, –trying to convince you all.there’s who i see and who i am,who i am, and who i miss.who i…
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Blackout [Poem]
I don’t sing this way all day. I wait a while until the world falls asleep and imagine I’m swimming through houses underwater, the doors unlocked and unafraid. Eyes closed, humming lyrics to songs you’ve played that feel so far away. I hear your song, but it never hits the same. Because it used to…
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howl 2021
The best minds of my generation were torn apart by anxiety-inducing social media platforms. People who, desperate to show how many followers they had, desperate for fulfilment in a world based on visuals, a world that revolves around how you look and not what you think, a world in which politicians refuse to pay for…
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Paper Garden [short story]
PAPER GARDEN by Eve Attwood I paint a daffodil onto the ceiling on Wednesday when I hear it raining outside. The roof window here remains blocked off so that you cannot open it, nor can the light escape through it. It is repeatedly hit with the tip-tapping of rain, the water pelting it in a…
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Tea for Two
Roses and lilies and buttercups, flowers of love, flowers of – He was thinking too much. Again. He was making everything into a metaphor, everything into something beautiful, an illusion. He partly knew and yet he didn’t at the same time; his head had become full of fog and he, the weary traveller, unable to…
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Writing in the style of Virginia Woolf
She thought she was standing too near to the end of the platform. A few paces back she thought, don’t want to fall in, fall through the gaps, be swallowed up by the tracks entirely. No, she thought, better to take a few steps back. The train pulled in, making a sound as if it…
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a face is a mask
Back within the shrieking silence, I hear you call my name. One time is not enough really, for us to play this game. I’m hoping for the next free entry, into somewhere else, You’re watching me evaporate, I just can’t help myself. This face is mine, and then it’s not. I wear it For the…
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Don’t keep the windows open.
Don’t keep the windows open, we’ve got to keep her out. And if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you should shout. Because she’s clutching hard and slipping violently, Trying her luck to fall through the gaps if she can, And if we’re going to stay locked inside here, then You’d better keep her…
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runner
Running in woods is scary until it’s not.Then it’s all freedom and laughter; what if wenever stop? But after a while of running, my toesfeel worn, and I grow tired of the aching, and it seemsthat the sky feels this too. She covers the forest withshadows, shrouding us with her thick black veil, and she’saching…