Submissions by clo_chl
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
When will I learn
I lift my head up, he's still sitting there.
I wonder if he would ever see me?
probably not, sitting there while I stare.
why wont he look over? why cant he see?
I did my hair up like this just for him,
I wonder if he ever notices?
The way I feel is such a beautiful sin,
my heart is locked up and he is the key.
He starts to look up, my heart starts to squirm,
his friend says something to him, he laughs hard
he is known for his big laughing brown eyes.
"hey faggot" he shouts, my heart turns to shards
"stop looking at me fag"...
I wonder if he would ever see me?
probably not, sitting there while I stare.
why wont he look over? why cant he see?
I did my hair up like this just for him,
I wonder if he ever notices?
The way I feel is such a beautiful sin,
my heart is locked up and he is the key.
He starts to look up, my heart starts to squirm,
his friend says something to him, he laughs hard
he is known for his big laughing brown eyes.
"hey faggot" he shouts, my heart turns to shards
"stop looking at me fag"...
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Alone in musty fear
Dank, musty room
Dark blood dripping down the wall
the figure nears
Dark blood dripping down the wall
the figure nears
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Under the surface, waiting.
I look over the dark body of water
The way the moon ripples over it.
A black mirror, but every so often small wrinkles appear and cross over the moon
Making the moon quiver and weaken.
I hear distant laughter come across the water,
My eyes meet with a young couple, holding hands
I quickly avert my eyes,
A feeling of intrusion arises inside me,
The cool, dry moss provides a quick escape from what I do not understand.
The rock I am seated on sends a cold feeling up my spine
I pull my clothes close to my centre
The truth begins to rise up into my...
The way the moon ripples over it.
A black mirror, but every so often small wrinkles appear and cross over the moon
Making the moon quiver and weaken.
I hear distant laughter come across the water,
My eyes meet with a young couple, holding hands
I quickly avert my eyes,
A feeling of intrusion arises inside me,
The cool, dry moss provides a quick escape from what I do not understand.
The rock I am seated on sends a cold feeling up my spine
I pull my clothes close to my centre
The truth begins to rise up into my...
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The Metropolis Prision
Australia is a place, far different from any other
a land where the scared find a home
where we can feel safe under the cover
where there is no helpless cry and moan
if only I could truly say this
if only this were true
the Australian identity has been thrust into the abyss
we have lost the meaning of true blue
there are people on the streets
and nobody seems to care
the teens on their phones, they don't have a clue
the young walk past told not to stare
what are we going to do?
babies born on the streets
their life over before it has...
a land where the scared find a home
where we can feel safe under the cover
where there is no helpless cry and moan
if only I could truly say this
if only this were true
the Australian identity has been thrust into the abyss
we have lost the meaning of true blue
there are people on the streets
and nobody seems to care
the teens on their phones, they don't have a clue
the young walk past told not to stare
what are we going to do?
babies born on the streets
their life over before it has...
43 reads
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