Blind I do not see the stars. Too blind. Too far gone. I sit cold as my heart …
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Blind I do not see the stars. Too blind. Too far gone. I sit cold as my heart …
Spin Read his head like a bounty. Set a price on his face. Spit back, quick scan, hides his …
Desperately clutching a hope that proved false, face contorted into a smile like a wilting lycoris as words landed with …
You sang a sonata of serenity. Each note a soft hum / kissed my eardrums. Morphed from the abyss of …
I close my eyes as I recall Our last moments together It’s only been a month since I …
The smell. It comes from nowhere, no origin For whether it was being or illusion, Even metacognition offers no solution. …
A Tour of Great Passing Red glares of flare enclose the browning sands, To sketch evenings with shades of swarthy …
Originally published in the College NZ Herald in August 2008, written by then Year 9 Macleans student Linus Goh. As …
Stiff. Cold; teeth chattering, a filler of sound for the air of silence enveloping your surroundings. Stiff. Hiding in the …