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Grace Cassidy published:

An Ode to the Lonely

Bare feet, no socks.

Tiled floor, cold touch.

Bright smile, sad eyes,

Memories of warm hugs and goodbyes,

Oh these lights are starting to flicker,

I’m beginning to shiver,

Toes numb, the air's feeling thicker.

I’m all alone up here.

 

Tick tock goes the clock as the sane decays,

With inner storm’s rage,

And I’m going nowhere,

Tick tock goes the clock as the way fades,

Drying tears cascade.

While I’m standing still.

 

This darkness inside,

Consuming my mind,...

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Grace Cassidy published:

Drip

The faucet it leaking.

That’s the first thing I notice when I enter the kitchen on Monday morning.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

Well that’s just bloody well fantastic isn’t it?

I sigh, resignation resonating like a pen dropping in an empty classroom. Then I drop my school bag off of my shoulder and move to the sink, where I stop, my eyebrows pulling together in a frown. The pale light of an early day’s spilling through the window; catching on the...

4 days ago

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Grace Cassidy published:

Like a Bird

Flying high I watch the world bellow me,

Crimson skies stretch out above and around me,

And to the west there doth be people sound asleep,

And from them their dreams Morpheus shall reap,

My fingers stretch out to skim the clouds,

Eyes glancing down at dispersing crowds,

Like a bird I soar above and away,

All this to leave the end of day,

The sunlight I chase, my gaze on the horizon,

Speed fails me in my longing for...

4 days ago

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Grace Cassidy published:

The Beginning of a High School story

In American High School movies, the school day always seems to end with the resounding clangs of repeated locker slams. Australia isn’t like high school movies. A screeching laugh comes from her left and she flinches back from the grating sound. Bags are dropping to the ground and locks are swinging back from grasping fingers to hit the plastic of the locker doors.

Well, she considers, at least her school isn’t.

4 days ago

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Grace Cassidy published:

An Ode to the Lonely

Bare feet, no socks.

Tiled floor, cold touch.

Bright smile, sad eyes,

Memories of warm hugs and goodbyes,

Oh these lights are starting to flicker,

I’m beginning to shiver,

Toes numb, the air's feeling thicker.

I’m all alone up here.

 

Tick tock goes the clock as the sane decays,

With inner storm’s rage,

And I’m going nowhere,

Tick tock goes the clock as the way fades,

Drying tears cascade.

While I’m standing still.

 

This darkness inside,

Consuming my mind,...

4 days ago

Puuuurty

Grace Cassidy published:

Drip

The faucet it leaking.

That’s the first thing I notice when I enter the kitchen on Monday morning.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

Well that’s just bloody well fantastic isn’t it?

I sigh, resignation resonating like a pen dropping in an empty classroom. Then I drop my school bag off of my shoulder and move to the sink, where I stop, my eyebrows pulling together in a frown. The pale light of an early day’s spilling through the window; catching on the...

4 days ago

Puuuurty

Grace Cassidy published:

Like a Bird

Flying high I watch the world bellow me,

Crimson skies stretch out above and around me,

And to the west there doth be people sound asleep,

And from them their dreams Morpheus shall reap,

My fingers stretch out to skim the clouds,

Eyes glancing down at dispersing crowds,

Like a bird I soar above and away,

All this to leave the end of day,

The sunlight I chase, my gaze on the horizon,

Speed fails me in my longing for...

4 days ago

Puuuurty

Grace Cassidy published:

The Beginning of a High School story

In American High School movies, the school day always seems to end with the resounding clangs of repeated locker slams. Australia isn’t like high school movies. A screeching laugh comes from her left and she flinches back from the grating sound. Bags are dropping to the ground and locks are swinging back from grasping fingers to hit the plastic of the locker doors.

Well, she considers, at least her school isn’t.

4 days ago

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Mallorie Cheves published:

Here Comes the Bride

I drifted up the small wooden ladder leading into my cramped attic; holding the crimson stained wedding dress and the glistening diamond ring of my former beloved in one clenched fist. I hung up the elegant cream colored gown along with the others and tied the ring on a vacant black string dangling from the roof. The petite brunette in the corner was pleading for her life as I untied the black hankerchief from her mouth. 


"Please, let me go, I won't tell...

5 days ago

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Grace Cassidy published:

Something of a Love Poem

You frustrate me like nothing else,

But somehow draw a laugh,

You can make me scream like no one else,

But when you’re gone I feel like I’m missing half.

You poke fun at me all the time,

But there’s playfulness in your eyes,

You think my glasses are a crime,

But then you stay up with me to watch the starry skies.

It’s not right how you drive me up the wall,

And get a kick out of it...

8 days ago

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Annabella Twomey published:

December Winds

Blustering winds pound the windows, waking him to the dark which he fell asleep to. As he rises from bed, floorbeads creak as much as his ancient bones. He passes the hallway filled with photographs, remembrances of those passed and those forgotten. He can't help but shake his head when he hears it's the "Most Wonderful Time of the Year." He is wide awake, and it's just another day of solemnity. 

8 days ago

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Cameron McKenzie published:

Mistakes of the Beautiful

I've been thinking of the mistakes of the beautiful,

The wise, the bold, and the kind

That fill rivers with acid.

 

I've been thinking of the blessed children

Who water the world with their tears.

 

I've been thinking of all those who must love me,

For I know they do,

Unmet, unseen, and unpresent.

9 days ago

Book

Cameron McKenzie published:

Mistakes of the Beautiful

I've been thinking of the mistakes of the beautiful,

 

The wise, the bold, and the kind

That fill rivers with acid.

I've been thinking of the blessed children

Who water the world with their tears.

 

I've been thinking of all those who must love me,

For I know they do,

Unmet, unseen, and unpresent.

11 days ago

Book

Cameron McKenzie published:

Mistakes of the Beautiful

I've been thinking of the mistakes of the beautiful,

The wise, the bold, and the kind
That fill rivers with acid.

I've been thinking of the blessed children
Who water the world with their tears.

I've been thinking of all those who must love me,
For I know they do,
Unmet, unseen, and unpresent.

11 days ago