From chalkboard to iPad,
From cuntry to city,
From dreamer to despaired,
From lovers to haters...
Surviving the crash...
Desperate for cash.
What have they done to us?
Children of children.
Snorting chalk...
Staring at the screen...
Looking for answers......
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Londoner originally from South Africa... Read Politics, Philosophy, Economics, Classics, Art History and Contemporary World History.
Your pain is something you wear Strapped Pinned Stapled Nailed To your chest You can't hide it There's no use Why would you try to tuck away something so Gratuitous Toxic Bloody And Beautiful.
JUST TO SAY Just to say…..
Amidst the foyer and the fray, Life seemingly crumbled into disarray Should a death have marked this day. It split the seams and opened wide, reaching for hungry entrails and the bereaved casket.
A dabble in supine flesh Thin under the finger tips, A lace of poppy bruises nested under your skull, troubled skin dashing at your cheeks then forming tears that rush over the sculpted cliffs.
You told me to wait So I'm waiting But I am worried About the Rain You told me to wait So I've waited I hope you're worried For it has Rained.
How long is short term memory. Does anybody know. Can you tell what point long term Takes over the memory show.
I have my limits big or small. I have my limits whether I fall. I have my limits day and night. I have my limits when I give up my fight..
Oh. To have an apple Now that's all is drear, One that is not dappled, With mouldy bits everywhere. One that tastes like cider sweet, Not of mousetails,dust, or wood.
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