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On societal expectationsThere are places in the world where people do not breathe. Rather, they move (or race) blindly from one thing to the next and hardly sleep, never dream. They don't stop to ponder the impossible; they don't cherish what they have. They assume, and take -- take unnecessarily, take things for granted and assume that they'll always be there.On societal expectations
As for living in the moment, what's that? There's no time for that. Just focus on vanilla "dreams": little boxes (labels) of bread-and-butter ideals and high-achieving complacency. Don't worry your little head about other, more insignificant things, like movers and shakers who influence even in d


country that isn't countryMy name is Grace and I live in country that isn't country.country that isn't country
I guess if you looked out the window, for all intents and purposes we are in the country. We had a very real bushfire threat earlier in the year, and from where I live, I can see Kinglake National Park and maybe about five other houses, all in the distance, of course. We have a dam, a veggie patch and a chook and duck shed. We're on tank water, and you can easily see where our septic tank is. We have about twenty, thirty acres, about five of which is rabbit haven, and a dry creek bed. We also have three steer, a heck of a lot of fruit trees and even more gum trees.  


the nuff-nuff birdhave you ever seen the nuff-nuff bird? it comes from the land of all things absurd. it has a bright pink, feathery puffed up tail, and it makes a call, much like a quail.the nuff-nuff bird
it chuffs along like a steam train: it's wings are made of wheels. their babies sound like
angels when they sing, but they snap at their parent's heels.
the nuff-nuff bird loves the sound of rain, and they always dance with their
friends, the benanes -- in the rain of course, they revel in rivulets
and water drops.
but that was


"cauterise me with your ego"cauterise me with your ego --"cauterise me with your ego"
what else do you want me to do? please, favour me -- unkindly hail this predicament
we're both in and perhaps, perhaps the message will sink in to the others (then it mightn't bite like a spicy salsa full of zest).
already, the grinding stone's stuck and dried: bones are turning to sinew and powdered slime -- its time and past to turn the key, but yet -- you wait and i wait --
we wait... but for what?
a bold, brass belt of m


nine kinds of wonderful.one.nine kinds of wonderful.
darling you're special, don't you dare forget it. hold on to your dreams and let the sky whisk away your worries, let yourself fall into serenity- just dont forget your parachute.
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a thousand fireworks couldnt dazzle me the way you do. because even though playing with fire is a risky game, taking chances is worth it.
three.
hopeless and desperate
for affection; hidden fears, and hiding insecurities
only feed the monster
within you.
four.
despit
| hello. i'm grace, i'm a seventeen-year-old with the mind of... i don't know. you tell me. but i don't feel seventeen. words are my sanctuary, but i am by no means educated in them -- i live in a fortress of words, but sometimes people try to destroy it. i want to change the world through poetry and show that teenage writers aren't necessarily bad, and be a mover and shaker, for the better. it doesn't mean i will succeed, but i can always try. really, i'm a kid who spends too much time dreaming and wants to spend more time living. |
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Why Can't You Forgive Me, I'm Not No Ordinary Snow Angel...
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