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Serenity Elliot Sep 2014
Secrets carried on the breeze,
Why aren’t you listening?
Turn your head away,
Just hear them please.
In your head, they’re in your head,
Your exiled people.
In your head, though they are dead
These unknown people.

Soft voices call,
Yet no one’s there-
Whisper secrets,
You still care-
Beyond belief,
Beyond your sight,
Murmuring shadow
In dark and light,

In dark and light.

You're going deaf, you can’t touch me,
What is real life, and what are feelings?
They’re clouds sir, mirages, why can’t you see?
They’re fallen skeletons, sir, not alive, just leave it be.

Soft voices call,
They can’t forgive,
You think they’re real,
Yet they don’t live,
Fight them off,
Memories of the night
Keep staring straight,
Let them take flight.
Anne B Jun 2014
So, we pretend we are all right
Cold faces, cold streets, cold weather
Fast-paced
Hurry up, hurry up
Do something with your life, they yell

‘What do you want to be when you grow up?’
‘Old enough to go to bed whenever I want’
Slowly turning away from the dream;
Staying up all night was just another disappointment

Well, growing up isn’t all it’s cracked up to be
Growing up is being told ‘you’re too young’ by others
‘You can’t do it’ by your own mind
Wearing a smile and hoping for the best
Doing everything half-heartedly;
… even loving half-heartedly, and
suffering
no-heartedly

Just step all over me
With your big feet
Fast-paced and cold faces and something to do with your lives;
Crush me under your feet –
turning to dust.

**13.06.14
I'm trying to write. And I'm not watching the WC football matches.

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