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Fear.Calm waves swirl around your sand-sprinkled toes. Red tinted sunset sprawls across the cloudy sky. It’ll be fineFear.
You spy shadows underneath the water nestled amongst the rocks. Is it safe? Don’t be stupid, I’ll be okay
Feels like someone is gripping your throat Painfully aware of your erratic heartbeat. Thump thump thump
Chest tied down with invisible rope, weighed down, drowning in fear.
I knew this would happen
Water up to your knees you know you’re safe but it
by ~TheRavenFactory
Rebel RebelHenry didn’t want their help even though he was scared. He wasn’t supposed to tell but now everyone knew.Rebel Rebel
He never did what they told him to do. It was that day he decided he never would.
Fumbling through his meagre belongings pulling out a safety pin. In his ear it goes.
Next weekend down to the record shop. Steal a few quid, Misfits blaring.
Few more safety pins. Steal a few more quid. Never mind the bollocks, Here’s the Sex Pistols.
Messing with his hair tears in h
by ~TheRavenFactory
FlinchHenry was an average boy. Plagued by few worries and surrounded by his toys. His first day at school was when the trouble started.Flinch
He wouldn’t play games with the other children. He barely spoke to the boys and never to the girls. He made paper planes, hit the teacher in the eye.
His shoes were muddy but he didn’t care. The classroom floor was always streaked brown. He wondered in late no apology.
Henry got himself a detention or two. Teacher taps him on the shoulder. He winces &nbs
by ~TheRavenFactory
Untitled, as yet.She had just turned six.Untitled, as yet.
A few snowflakes caught in her hair as she stood on the balcony of the second floor. On the millions of blades of grass peppered with white she saw three ducklings. One little duck was shivering. The other two looked hungry. The little girl skipped down the nineteen stairs and across the yard past the old willow tree to where the three ducklings stood in the freezing cold, hovering one degree above freezing.
She scooped up the first duck in her two hands. One of the ducklings gives two quiet quacks. &nbs
by ~TheRavenFactory
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Murder MeThe best of you bled for the worst in meMurder Me
see I was breast fed hate when the devil gave birth to me
so i slept in a hollow cave in fear of what I'd do to you
until i found that I was brighter in the shadows of what you could do
but the temptress had blandished my attempts to be freed
with the promises of happiness for as long as i would bleed
now my skin bears a scar from a mouthful of bone
it was the first and last time i tasted blood of my own
this decision brought light upon my silhouetted form
and the cold of my heart bega
by ~thepaperraper
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Please don't let the club die!
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We're the people, the happy with the broken hearts
The ones who draw a picture and proclaim that it's art.
Thought and language are to the artist instruments of an art.
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TheRavenFactory - producing a raven every 12 seconds!
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TheRavenFactory - producing a raven every 12 seconds!
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Friendship shouldn't be a door.
Although I swear I don't remember it. xD
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TheRavenFactory - producing a raven every 12 seconds!
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Friendship shouldn't be a door.
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TheRavenFactory - producing a raven every 12 seconds!
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Friendship shouldn't be a door.
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