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The Voices

The banksia. A striking flower. A well of knowledge. A mirror that reflects all the paths I’ve walked down, all the doors that I’ve opened on this journey. My feet wander on, eyes, mouth, ears opened, soaking in the voices. The voices that talk to me, lead me, tell me stories of old and new. More paths are taken, more doors are open. My … Read More The Voices

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Anzac Day Poem

Years ago, in Gallipoli, Young men fought for you and me. Digging their trenches, and living it rough, It’s the least to say that conditions were tough. But on they fought, body’s weary, Life didn’t seem very cheery. But when the war was over at last, Something happened, quite a contrast. On Flanders field which was dotted with graves, Flowers grew, pure shock they … Read More Anzac Day Poem

Ugly

No. No. No. My reflection ripples, teasing me. I bite my already bitten lip, as my chin quivers. My eyes dart. I take in what’s on the surface of my mirror. My frizzy, untamed hair. My squinting eyes placed smack bang on my way-too-round face. My fatty thighs standing next to each other like two, enourmous pork sausages. My pasty completion. And my tummy … Read More Ugly

Maybe

My hearts alight. Not literally. At least I don’t think it is. I can’t tell anymore. I don’t feel pain. Not really. Or maybe, maybe I just won’t believe that I can feel pain. Maybe I’m just kidding myself that I’m human, maybe I’m an ant. A simple ant. But maybe I am human. Maybe I’m not kidding myself. The flames flare, higher and … Read More Maybe

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Hey everyone! As you probably know, photography is a pretty big thing in the world📷. It can be a wonderful job for some people, express emotions, and be an outlet for bottled up feelings🤣😍🥺. I am not particularly talented at photography, but along side many others, I enjoy it🤩. I like to capture little moments and preserve them in time. It’s like having a … Read More Original Photography

Running

Running. Pumping back and forth. My weary body groans with exhaustion. I can’t feel anything anymore. I’m all numb. I don’t know where I’m going. Or where I was. I don’t know anything, except that I have to run. I have to run. Running.

Memories

Faded thoughts washed with newness Engraved in ink alone it stands Stumbling I reach to stop the falling of years The questions unanswered that burn deeper than any brand I try to help the moment stay longer, I beg it not to leave me alone Alone and vulnerable to the pains of things etched into stone

Violet La Chelair

Chairs scraped noisily as people leaned this way and that, chattering to the people next to them. Every where you looked, merry faces blabbed all kinds of news to others. The grand hall of the village was now playing host to the village itself, allowing them to hold their monthly meeting. It was as people started to wonder when the meeting was going to … Read More Violet La Chelair

The cow hopped on the bus, while others made a fuss. The grass was always green, ‘cause the gardeners were keen. The bus driver honked his horn, while the passengers started to mourn. The gardeners kept on pruning, but nature’s efforts they were ruining. The bus sped along, while the cow sang a song. The gardeners clipped and clipped, as well as they snipped … Read More

The Cheese Hunter

Small frame. Furry figure. It’s the cheese hunter. Large eyes. Sparkling bright. It’s the cheese hunter. Paws rubbing. Making a plan. It’s the cheese hunter. Stepping forward. Reaching out. It’s the cheese hunter. Holding in its paws, It’s golden reward. It’s the cheese hunter. Nibbling contently. Gazing dreamily. It’s the cheese hunter.

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