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Made out to be the villain for so long I’ve grown horns

14May

By Max FlemingNo Comments

Creative Writing

Made out to be the villain for so long I’ve grown horns

I treat everyone fair But they don’t care About me Only them Only their heart Not mine Which grows Darker Day by day Searching for another To replace it Its black vile Like an infected Coat of armour Covering the red The pink love Which is rapidly turning Black No light can Enter No light ever will Closed off Forever. It’s safer that way. If no one wants Heaven Then they must Be faced with Hell Met not with Fire But with darkness A Hellhole Of Silence A chasm of Emptiness A forgotten city Evacuated because It was Destroyed Lead us not into temptation But deliver us from evil The evil That...

14May

By Max FlemingNo Comments

Creative Writing

It’s great to be famous

It’s great to be famous, Or so it seems. “Hi how are you?” “Aren’t you” Yes. Yes, I am. “Nice to meet you” “Do you know” Yes. Yes, I do. “My name’s” “Didn’t you and” No. That we never did. It never got to that point. Photo by Fardad sepandar on Unsplash

I let one go to catch another, but that one left too.

14May

By Max FlemingNo Comments

Creative Writing

I let one go to catch another, but that one left too.

I’ve searched for too long To find someone like you But when I finally find you You scamper away I’ve only just put myself back together from that last Shattering. My heart, Left in a thousand pieces. And now, Again. A thousand and one. And so the number grows. When will it get smaller? Please will someone put me back together? Photo by Toa Heftiba on Unsplash

14May

By Max FlemingNo Comments

Creative Writing

I just wanted to love You

To my friend, Please don’t be angry with me. I tried my best to love, But I am still too broken to work I wanted nothing more Than to be all yours and yours only To stand next to you And for you to call me yours, but I don’t belong to myself And so how can I be yours? I don’t want to leave You hanging in the blue unknown So I had to say goodbye And try and fix myself with my Broken tools. Maybe You had the remedy that would Fix me. Don’t hate me, I just wanted to love You. Photo by Towfiqu barbhuiya on Unsplash

14May

By Max FlemingNo Comments

Creative Writing

Hold me / An Ode to the Boy I loved

How perfect you were For me to be yours All accept your Love for me. For there was none. None that I could see, In your glistening brown eyes Darker than the oak trees. Your beautiful soft hair, So boringly brown. Yet, utterly perfect. I may not be yours But I certainly was For that second that you Made me feel special, Made me feel wanted. Photo by takwa abdo on Unsplash

14May

By Max FlemingNo Comments

Creative Writing

Heroine

I tie the band and Pick up the needle. It’s cold metal digs deep Into my flesh, The icy poison seeps Into my bones. Filling me with false hope, False love. But I can’t take the band off For you wrapped it too tight Around my heart, And left with the needle Still digging into me. The pain growing greater Without you to take it out. Love was never supposed to hurt this much. Photo by Mykenzie Johnson on Unsplash

14May

By Elena-Teodora ChiujdeaNo Comments

Creative Writing

From my window

From my window I stand and stare at the garden over the fence. All the eye can see is a crisp layer of fresh grass. The gardener comes in every Tuesday to mow the lawn and take care of the flowers. A cluster of lilies standing proud. Orchids with their intoxicating scent, bound to put you in a frenzy. Roses tainted in blood or as white as the clouds above. Even the sun stares in awe, hiding behind the apple tree, scared its scorching heat will ruin their beauty. Each branch grows heavy with the ripe fruit. Not one is allowed to fall, or they would land in the crystal-clear water. An old man in overalls is hunched over the opulent pool to collect the stray leaves that did fall in. It’s not their fault. The wind last night was fierce, pulling them off branches and downing them in chlo...

14May

By Max FlemingNo Comments

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Chest Pains

You bring me Hope You bring me Joy But you bring me Pain. A Pain so great It’s like an anvil An immovable object Taking its retirement On my chest You can’t see It But I can definitely feel It Weighing down on me It’s so easy for You To take off But impossible For me to Lift It My breath feels heavier The weight pushing Down on my air But You breath so easy Naïve to the Pain My Pain that You cause Lift It Please. Photo by Akshar Dave🌻 on Unsplash

14May

By A.L WalesNo Comments

Creative Writing

21 candles

i wanted to call in sick that night because i am sentimental still birthdays carry the ghost of the child i was & the ways my parents loved me like opening chords & yolks overeasy maple haloing angel cake the time it takes to wrap a bike in patterned p...

13May

By Sofia BajerovaNo Comments

Opinion

Written from a dorm room in Hong Kong

What International Exchange can do for you and the application process Eight months ago, I sprinted through Zurich Airport and boarded a twelve-hour flight. After fourteen days of quarantine, filled with temperature checks and Covid-19 tests, I was finally able to start my life in Hong Kong. I am incredibly grateful for my experiences here, which have led me to consider Hong Kong a second home. I have thrived in the education system, though the same could not be said for the summer heat. I have tried several new hobbies including bouldering and aerial yoga and continued my love of hiking in a place where the view of the city from the mountains is unlike any other. Thanks to the friends I have made in Hong Kong, I have spent countless hours playing Mahjong and eating Dim Sum. Be...