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Literature Text
Once upon a time the silence
sounded like the voice of drums
echoing their stubborn sadness
out through names and walls.
Once upon a time, their sound
was louder than my voice
the silence of their stubborn beating
echoing through you, through me –
The sadness within nothingness
the joy of being free
combined and floating through the names;
the walls of you and me.
sounded like the voice of drums
echoing their stubborn sadness
out through names and walls.
Once upon a time, their sound
was louder than my voice
the silence of their stubborn beating
echoing through you, through me –
The sadness within nothingness
the joy of being free
combined and floating through the names;
the walls of you and me.
Literature
The Day My Cat Exploded
Today was the day my cat exploded.
It wasn't spectacular – it just exploded with a furious carnage across the sitting room. Perhaps I shouldn't have let it bite the wires in the fuse box… The mess itself was uninspiring; the walls would need a good bleach attempt and the couch itself was ruined. I took my coat out of the cupboard and, shifting a stack of unopened bills and other pleasantries from infront of the door, made my way outside to go to my depressingly dreary work.
The blisteringly cold air of January assaulted my face relentlessly as I did my coat up. Plugging in my headphones, I shuddered as an alarmingly loud
Literature
Awoken
In my head it rains when you're away
But when you're here it pours
I'm really not sure if you should stay
I'm no longer yours
But maybe we're better off this way
No more you and me
You broke my heart
It was never meant to be
I think it's time for us to depart
That's what I'm starting to see
Doesn't matter how hard I try
I just cant forget you
The thought of you makes me cry
Now that I know we're through
I find myself wanting to die
Maybe I'm better off pretending
Thinking that I never met you
So I wont have to pretend
That your feelings were true
Then maybe my heart would mend
But without you here
My heart is forever brok
Literature
it was obsession.
{it was monday}
when i texted you at eight a.m. wondering what you were doing for the day.
i texted you at nine too. oh, and ten.
you didn't reply.
i figured you were busy and left you alone.
it was four in the afternoon when i rang you to see if you were okay.
"i was just worried about you. you weren't replying to my texts!"
you said you were okay and that you had to hang out with your family for the evening.
i hung up and said i'd talk to you online later.
at nine p.m. i wrote to you on facebook.
you said you were just signing off and going bed.
you had to be up early.
i said it was okay and to get some sleep.
i went to bed too
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written while listening to the Johnny Butler Trio's song "Ocean" 
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Wow, that's very deep. I'm not into the poetry thing, save for some Edgar Allen Poe, but this really catches m attention. I like the way it flows. Very nice and well done. 