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Would you know of a wretched being?
If you saw her face full of smiles, her eyes burning bright do you think you could tell?
Alone she trembles as she stands, a heart squeezing to stay alive but void of a beat.
Disgusting, disfigured and distant she feels, maybe her nose isn’t straight, her hair’s
the wrong shade, shes to big or maybe, maybe she’s not big enough (courage of course).
Crawling under the covers, she lies awake.
She becomes detached, is she a girl? Or a gruesome monster so foul, a basket case of broken pieces.
Would you know that she covers her mirrors to try to hide what she is, a fraud of humanity.
Media skewers the mind and warps it till we don’t even know what’s what anymore.
Another day, another trudge down her busy, lonely school halls.
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He’d been getting ready for the last two hours. It was his first performance, his stomach churned and ached.
The stage manager signalled him, and attentively the man strode over, leaning in the stage manager murmured, “You’re on in five.”
This was the longest five minutes he’ll ever have to endure, his hands giving in to his nerves, limbs shaking violently and hugging arms to his chest.
Guitar at the ready, waiting for the introduction, feedback squealed as the announcer roared and the young man flew onto the stage, feeling a high with his guitar cemented in his hand.
Every night I check the sky for a sea of stars, I wouldn’t call myself superstitious but I believe that because my nights have been so cloudy of late that a sign of stars – something I love, would give me hope to believe that tomorrow would let rays of the suns warmth light me on such greyscale overcast days.
You, you would be my star where you’d sit and shine in all your glory even if the clouds try to hide you with their jealousy, you’d still always be there – shining.
And I’d be your sky, I’ll be there to keep you held high even if you doubt yourself and feel like falling,
I will try with everything in my power to support you and keep you glowing strong.
And if you were to leave to go to another galaxy, I’d want you to at least leave me some stardust to remember you by.
I watched two hawks wheel around in the sky today,
the pair never looked happier as they ducked and weaved together in unison.
I continued to walk along the sandy drive way path,
counting all the jack-jumpers sizing me up and giving me their warning hop before I stepped over them. I bet they felt superior and tough, chasing something away that’s hundreds of thousands their size.
I wondered if love was like that, trying to fight something thousands of times bigger than yourself – and, in a snap decision, have it crush you when it decides against it.
I heard a loud bang, staring shocked I watched one of the hawks plummet to the ground while the other shrilled and eerie cry, watching its partner’s body hit the earth and lay broken.
Wheeling in the air with distress it called, but another explosion had it shrieked brokenly then began to fall, crashing to the ground only a mere meter from what was once it’s significant other.
Tears rolled down my face as the answers to my question lay wasted only some 300 meters away. Trudging back home I flew with a mute sullen step, crashing on my bed, sleeping where I fell.
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The Theif who stole Time is written by a 20 year old guy called Pattabhi Raman, who shares a lucky-dip mixture of interesting blog entries usually sharing his opinion on things in a very picturesque-style of writing, where he goes into detail about his feelings on a certain girl or how incredibly lame a movie was. His writing is easy to read, he retains a certain “cheeky teenager” opinion in his writing which kept things interesting. In some of Pattabhi’s blogs, whether it be some of his short stories or just a blog update of events that has happened to him recently, Pattabhi usually refers to the reader asking them to picture things or asking a rhetorical question about how they would feel if a certain thing he is writing about happened to them in real life. He also doesn’t delve into the finer details while he writes but still gets the point across. Throughout the blog Pattabhi has thrown in random entries amounting to no actual theme, but that makes it slightly more interesting. He’s included a short review on a movie that he had seen and disliked along with a short biography on a serial killer who he thinks is just as brilliant as Einstein. A few other pieces which include very descriptive feelings for a girl but mainly just blog updates and short stories that he has written. This blog was interesting and what I thought was written fairly okay. A few times I had imagined myself in some of the entries situations.
