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nicjoellim
Singaporean 19 year old male writer. Obsessed with poems and choral music.
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****** ****** ****** Thousands of captives. Trapped. Like I. Bound- To seats. 3 Feet apart. By invisible chains. Forced to confess. Faced with stress. Emotional, mental, maybe physical. Forced to against will. Faced with time. The sounds- Scratching. Painful etching. Carving into ivory sheets. Painful work, thy fingers die But all know it's either that or I. Sweeping scraps. Weeping rags. Off the desk. "THUD"- Torture Sickening torture. Stuck, can do no longer. Take a minute's break. All Captors stare. As if saying. "Beware" Captors- In this small room. Captors, Aisles they strut. Awaiting a **** list in hand. Should anyone defy. Should anyone lie. Captors shall. destroy lives. with that pen. in hand. One- Comrade Forth thee. Silent protest. A slip of paper in hand's rest. Some reference. Glances. Captor passes. Gone. Forever Gone. I've seen him, last. sent on- Out. Possibly for torture. To spill his guts and to confess. Accomplices, if any. None at best. Countdown- ****** clock moves slow. As if it was tuned back by purpose. All watching. Gaze fixed; hope- curse- 5 minutes to go. The race begins. Last to finish. Never ever had a good end. Thy weapon in hand. Stronger than sword. Carve words. **** "STOP" Presiding captor shouts. Time flies when you're having fun. Time flies when you want to run. All stop as if en cue. Inspection time. Is due- Collection. Passing of works. Up forth rows. But there I am. Screaming. **** **** **** Life is up. There goes. My future- Elated faces. All round. For they now longer bound. To their chairs. Smiles fill the air. "Run along". Captors declare. All flee. but I stood there Thinking. Mom I'm sorry. I'm getting an F. But I knew I did my best. I might just pass this. ****** test.
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Feb 22, 2012
Feb 22, 2012 at 11:28 AM UTC
nicjoellim
Classroom Torture
****** ****** ****** Thousands of captives. Trapped. Like I. Bound- To seats. 3 Feet apart. By invisible chains. Forced to confess. Faced with stress. Emotional, mental, maybe physical. Forced to against will. Faced with time. The sounds- Scratching. Painful etching. Carving into ivory sheets. Painful work, thy fingers die But all know it's either that or I. Sweeping scraps. Weeping rags. Off the desk. "THUD"- Torture Sickening torture. Stuck, can do no longer. Take a minute's break. All Captors stare. As if saying. "Beware" Captors- In this small room. Captors, Aisles they strut. Awaiting a **** list in hand. Should anyone defy. Should anyone lie. Captors shall. destroy lives. with that pen. in hand. One- Comrade Forth thee. Silent protest. A slip of paper in hand's rest. Some reference. Glances. Captor passes. Gone. Forever Gone. I've seen him, last. sent on- Out. Possibly for torture. To spill his guts and to confess. Accomplices, if any. None at best. Countdown- ****** clock moves slow. As if it was tuned back by purpose. All watching. Gaze fixed; hope- curse- 5 minutes to go. The race begins. Last to finish. Never ever had a good end. Thy weapon in hand. Stronger than sword. Carve words. **** "STOP" Presiding captor shouts. Time flies when you're having fun. Time flies when you want to run. All stop as if en cue. Inspection time. Is due- Collection. Passing of works. Up forth rows. But there I am. Screaming. **** **** **** Life is up. There goes. My future- Elated faces. All round. For they now longer bound. To their chairs. Smiles fill the air. "Run along". Captors declare. All flee. but I stood there Thinking. Mom I'm sorry. I'm getting an F. But I knew I did my best. I might just pass this. ****** test.
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Raindrops striking the window pane I need to wipe them off... I try, BUT, they keep gushing Blocking sight, the scene, efforts in vain Bluring everything, obscuring everything WAIT Is it just me? Then I realise - I'm crying . That window will break, someday, some time... Shall that crack in that window.. "Snap!" everything shall spill Rain will flood in, and it's more than my eyes they will fill Drenching everthing Someone needs to wipe them away! I'll try. I'll TRY. I'LL TRY. Why isn't anyone helping me? Mum, why do you stray? . Raindrops are falling, Raindrops getting desperate, falling harder. No one understands why they are, not even my Mother They etch and carve at my window pains. Slowly..... eventually..... it will end in drains Slowly. Eventually. One day. . Hallucinations. More carving, from cheeks to arms Raindrops turn red. No longer in drips, more of streams and river beds Down the clear glass, seemingly steady and seemingly smooth They keep waking me up in the middle of the night I can't sleep. On my bed I flop. That familar tune - monotonomous, dreadful: "Drip, Drip, Drip, Drop." Do you have them window pains?
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Feb 22, 2012
Feb 22, 2012 at 11:23 AM UTC
nicjoellim
Crying Raindrops on Window Pains
Raindrops striking the window pane I need to wipe them off... I try, BUT, they keep gushing Blocking sight, the scene, efforts in vain Bluring everything, obscuring everything WAIT Is it just me? Then I realise - I'm crying . That window will break, someday, some time... Shall that crack in that window.. "Snap!" everything shall spill Rain will flood in, and it's more than my eyes they will fill Drenching everthing Someone needs to wipe them away! I'll try. I'll TRY. I'LL TRY. Why isn't anyone helping me? Mum, why do you stray? . Raindrops are falling, Raindrops getting desperate, falling harder. No one understands why they are, not even my Mother They etch and carve at my window pains. Slowly..... eventually..... it will end in drains Slowly. Eventually. One day. . Hallucinations. More carving, from cheeks to arms Raindrops turn red. No longer in drips, more of streams and river beds Down the clear glass, seemingly steady and seemingly smooth They keep waking me up in the middle of the night I can't sleep. On my bed I flop. That familar tune - monotonomous, dreadful: "Drip, Drip, Drip, Drop." Do you have them window pains?
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