From TwitterThe raindrops are wriggling along the window like sperm, leaving watery streaks behind them. They consume, mercilessly, the idle droplets in their path, who cling on for dear life. Barely clothed trees wobble by, as adolescent grown men with long greasy hair, ponytails and glasses discuss their expert knowledge of the American military genius’ most [...]
There’s a breathless hush on the freeway tonight
as yesterday’s tomorrows file along the freshly baked concrete columns
and the chainlink fence flutters in the breeze adorned with the flowers
of those that now lay beside it.
And beyond it out in the harbour
Jerusalem’s lights still twinkle
as they have always done
freedom, liberty and hope
for everyone-
twinkle twinkle little star, rest [...]
Through Margaret Atwood’s gritty portrayal of Grace Marks, the 18th century convicted ‘murderess’ of her master and housekeeper, it is extremely easy to see her as a wronged woman. Robbed of any means to control her own destiny, she finds herself to be entirely at the mercy of both of both circumstance and the authority [...]
And if you’ve ever seen the World
hanging on a thread
And gazed into the nightmare sky
Of all the things you said.
And if you’ve ever been to Venus
Send a postcard of the things you saw
Like the girl gazing at the Sun
Eyes blind, heart sore.
And if she now asks you how and why you’re here
Tell her my search [...]
Do you remember, the way it used to be?
Back when things were simple
back when all this was a game
before we had so much at stake
before all of this pain.
Before the days grew long and numb
before we understood
the best the worst the world could store
when it felt that anything we wanted was ours
and be anything, we [...]
And if you’ve ever seen the World
hanging on a thread
And gazed into the nightmare sky
Of all the things you said.
And if you’ve ever been to Venus
Send a postcard of the things you saw
Like the girl gazing at the Sun
Eyes blind, heart sore.
And if she now asks you how and why you’re here
Tell her my search [...]
Hardy’s Return of the Native is a novel whose grandiose landscape, dark and almost supernatural themes and the fatal downfall of its protagonists easily draw comparisons with Aristotle’s definition of a successful tragedy. Indeed, it is clear that of the features noted by Aristotle as features of the tragic genre, the vast majority can be [...]
So this is where we are after all this
The end of something that never was.
I miss feeling like we were something and that the World was ours.
And the way you are and smile and look.
That the world was ours a grand delusion, about as real as Oz.
Dorothy is dribbling Toto along the Yellow Brick road [...]
Is it that time already?
I was in the middle of a dream
Making the most of wasted time
with the most amazing people that I’ve ever seen.
Its time for us to move on grow up get out
to go our seperate ways
but if in times to come theres nothing left
just remember.
A short eternity ago life threw us together
and [...]
Poetry that doesn’t rhyme is a fucking waste of time
[I'm wasting time here]
dribbling on the page.
It’s all over isn’t it.
Thank God for that, was starting to drag
lover turns to recreation which turns to obsession which turns into occupation which takes over
your mind
your thoughts
your life
and you realize
that living life
waiting for you to come to your senses
living [...]