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by Tricia Pattinson
I tried to find you
I looked under rocks
I tried to find you
I looked in clouds
I tried to find you
But got lost
Now I'm stuck in a clock
When eternity ends its reign
Will infinity compensate?
You may be the Otherside
The hand that said let it be light
Now I'm looking in the dark
Trying my best to swim long
I tried to find you
I looked under rocks
I tried to find you
I looked in clouds
I tried to find you
But I got lost
Looking in the box
by Tricia Pattinson
I tried to find you
I looked under rocks
I tried to find you
I looked in clouds
I tried to find you
But got lost
Now I'm stuck in a clock
When eternity ends its reign
Will infinity compensate?
You may be the Otherside
The hand that said let it be light
Now I'm looking in the dark
Trying my best to swim long
I tried to find you
I looked under rocks
I tried to find you
I looked in clouds
I tried to find you
But I got lost
Looking in the box
Literature
Never Forgotten
You are pushing...
Trying to erase...
But you refuse to wipe away those words that rest gentle on the lines.
You can't do it.
They are written in pen.
You won't rip the well designed paper either.
You will have to paint over those honest words.
You will always know that underneath those vibrant colours lies a hidden script.
A secret code that whispers in your sleep.
You have become a spy.
Undercover, in your own world.
What are you searching for?
Is it your treasure which you have tucked away?
Hopefully you will find that which you have intentionally lost,
And at its appearance,
You will forget the tears you shed,
And once again remember
Literature
To be honest
This pain is like dumping water into empty lungs and trying to have faith that it is air.
Painting the Mona Lisa in the dark, blindfolded, seems more feasible.
This mind shakes at the soft, pattering quiet that whispers nothing is worth being happy: rears its head on the best days.
"Hopeless"
is the
vicious
heartbeat mantra
-tied to my translucent pulse.
Choking on droplets and begging the water to birth oxygen.
Slowly drowning, praying the whole damn ocean will swallow me
if it's not going to let go.
Literature
1.
Bombarded. This was the word that Thomas Albertson Junior would use to describe his life. This was only more compounded on this specific day. He had woke at his normal 7:00 time, and followed his normal routine. At 7:00 his alarm went off. At 7:01 he woke up and hit snooze. He repeated the snooze cycle two more times. At 7:16 he knew he needed to really wake up.
Thomas grumbled to himself as he dropped his feet over the side of his bed. Slowly he made himself stand to his feet, took a second to let his head catch up with his body, and began to shuffle towards the bathroom. After leaving last night’s meal with the porcelain god, he wash
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