A letter

Hey Buttercup In the end it turns out that your heart is the one that is black, while mine, like a sponge, soaked up the inky hate you spewed at every turn. You could have had it all but you chose to chase paper dreams and false promises instead of accepting the love that sometimes... Continue Reading →


Wee Willie Winkie

Wee Willie Winkie tip-toes through the streets Up stairs down stairs in his stocking feet, Tapping at the window, prying on the locks, The children huddle in their beds afraid to breathe or talk   Hey Willie Winkie are you breaking in? A fox inside the chicken-coop with all the sleeping hens? The dog’s dead... Continue Reading →

Dulce et Decorum Est

BY WILFRED OWEN Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs, And towards our distant rest began to trudge. Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots, But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind; Drunk with fatigue;... Continue Reading →

Floating On Ice

The following is the written account of J. Morris Rollins, sole survivor of the sinking of the MS Estrella, dated 8 Jun 1915. Being only a passenger and therefore not possessing any special knowledge of the events that led to the sinking of the cruise-liner Estrella I will confine my account to my own personal experience during my time... Continue Reading →

“Whatever the future may have in store for us, one thing is certain — this new revolution in human thought will never go backward. When a great truth once gets abroad in the world, no power on earth can imprison it, or prescribe its limits, or suppress it. It is bound to go on till... Continue Reading →


The moment that she averted her eyes, What we had between us died. No more love, no need to cry, Was her heart ever really mine? Back then she made me think she cared, When I needed her most she wasn’t there Why wouldn’t she fight harder for this? Stole all my tears like she stole our first kiss Time creeps, I... Continue Reading →


Pacing in circles, I pause for a moment and listen to the scritch-scratch of a million claws as the rats of this world scurry through the maze that surrounds my cell. The sound of them is a constant white noise, grinding out my ability to think as I pace my heartbeats away. The rats have... Continue Reading →

To Creart

Until I bled for something I had not lived. Before I knew what it was like to suffocate, the springtime air held no magic. I did not know the depths of sadness, or of joy, until I had loved with all of me, and lost it all in turn. The world around me is grey... Continue Reading →

"I Can Be Changed By What Happens To Me, But I Refuse To Be Reduced By It." ------Maya Angelou

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