The Madness That Makes Me, Me (poem)

There's a shark in my stomach, Seems like he's swimming away, But truth be told, He's simply searching for his prey There's a dog in my diaphragm, He's as loyal as can be, He joyfully plays and stands by my side, In complete loyalty,

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Lost

Always a one for keeping up appearances, Mrs Maureen Langford stayed outside her bungalow, preening the golden autumn flower bed, which had become quite overgrown and thorny of late. Still, it was one thing to keep her mind on, to her, the house always felt so huge, too big for her at least.

October 12th 2007

Just another lazy day in my bed with the sun shining brightly off the white slates of the kitchen floor. I could hear the fridge humming quietly and the water running through the radiator behind me.

It Was There

He was there, stalking me and following me, I couldn’t see it, but I could Sense it. Every move I made around the house was melodramatic, in the sense that it had some big impact on the atmosphere.

Dear Diary, Jan 28th 1916

I feel that my life is crashing down and I know ominously that it will have soon ended. I have heard rumours of conscription but with naïve hope I always believed there would be some plucky young boys eager to fill the rapidly appearing gaps in the army's regiment. No longer though, I am forced to face it.

June 10th 1943

I woke this morning to the sound of gunfire. I ran to the window and saw my best friend Lies being led outside with her family and taken by the Germans. I wanted to rush out and help them, but Father held me back.

Attempted Murder

It was dark, as it should be at eleven O'clock at night. The only source of light was the crescent moon looming in the sky and even that was minimal. The weather was abysmal, about the worse you could get, with the obvious exceptions of hurricanes and life threatening storms, of course.

Rain

Rain poured down, but she couldn't go home; not yet. She just sat there, on the park bench, staring down at her hands. What was she going to do? This wasn't supposed to happen. Anger suddenly built up in her and she screamed out loud; there was no one around to hear.

Snakes

Hazily, i gazed at the shadow puppets on the wall that tried to converse with me in mime. Jumping, hopping, pouncing, to and fro, their dusty silhouettes were rejoicing their freedom. The moon beamed down, giving its blessings as the wing ruffled the leaves on the window sill as if to say, well done. I slowly reached over to close the window; carefully, cautiously, as quiet as a mouse.

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