the room's dimmed to a buzz, as the volume inches louder and louder she starts to rise from her seat. the fake candles rise up into rings that fall down one by one around her. she's stood up now and it's not enough. slowly, beat by beat, she climbs up onto the table. eyes closed,… Continue reading the mill
today i dipped my feet into the stream that runs at the bottom of my garden. the water was so cold, but it was okay because the sun puddled around my ankles. the fish felt the disturbance and steered clear. i sank into the abundance of pebbles below me. i let the water run around… Continue reading somewhere only we know
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sweet, the skies blurry baby, it's raining every time i open my eyes let me write this prose about you doesn't everyone deserve to have poetry dedicated to them? i remember the first poem i received, it was 9 pages long, filled with adolescent heartbreak and sorrow. sweet, do you want me to write verse… Continue reading sweet, the skies blurry
oh, defiant philomela my tongue has been cut off mouth gapes wide open, only strangled noises emerge. she cries, 'still my revenge shall take its proper time' yet, this anger is not part of me this is not the result of some angry, violent hateful act this is just me.
to be lost in paradise instead of palm trees and sunshine we see only each other we are each other's paradise you find comfort in me you are everything to me bubbles of colours replace the sky there are no roads no paths we don't need one all journeys start and end with each… Continue reading paradise
don't expect anything anymore. don't look them in the eye. don't get your hopes up. you can feel pretty, but deep down you know they only see the flaws. how does my smile seem more genuine? has anyone ever written a manual on how to have fun? remember how you used to hide? i once… Continue reading social a n x i e t y
i fell in love with the thought of her straight away. a whole world was opened up, a whole new storyline was crafted. all because of that late evening daze. now, i like to listen to recordings of your voice late at night. curtains open, no lights on. staring at the faint village lights from… Continue reading a fantasy
when they left, he was left with the kind of sadness that only teenagers could understand. an intense loneliness that crept up on him on his commute home from work. he found there was no way past it, he could wrap himself up a fantasy, in an imagined world brighter and quieter than the greyness… Continue reading when they left
his friend told her not to talk to him anymore. and she kept her promise, just like that. that was the night she wrote her last letter to him. the one she never sent. she had wanted to send him letters every other week. in the end she only sent two. every so often, she… Continue reading bubbles, arcades, you.
hilary kwan 