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Future-Fate: Enigmaa chest unopened;
a box of dreams;
a keeper of secrets,
so it seems
No key to fit into the lock;
No way of breaking the metal block;
No crack or crevice from which to pry.
No way into the riddle inside;
the secret inside;
the prize inside;
No way to find out whats inside!
Oh what's inside?
The future hides.
Darkness Fallsand as the shadows sweep across me
i find a loss of door and key.
This blanket pins me so heavily
that i succumn to it's immovability
orchestrahorse hair strokes across the strings,
to make a tune upon the wind,
while a beat is drummed so definately,
that the pace will quicken deafeningly.
timeOld Father Time's pendulum legs,
The steps echoing for all to hear,
Tick. Tock. Tick.
Shot in the darkA curtain
of oily black webs
Thoughts that last
Between the screaming scenes.
A shirt on
tattered up to shreds
blood seeping from it's seams.
withered and frail
and burnt itself to dust.
A baker's bargainI am the beanbag creature.
My life is on the scales.
My belly is my biggest feature,
unless you count crumb trails.
I've tried to stay off of the cakes,
and out the biscuit tin,
but to ignore my chocolatey tastes
really is a sin.
I already tried to cycle and run,
I even tried to tone my bum.
The diet pills give me the chills
but i try not to give in.
True, the creaking bed upsets me,
as does my empty purse
i see the looks, hear the whispers
...can things really get worse?
But then in the morning when i'm awake
I find myself baking a cake
and my worries are gone once again
in the bakery of Aunty Jen.
ChangesThe winds of change bite terribly,
and rip around as people flee.
Their hiding seems just encouraging,
But change is such a dreaded thing.
bulliessticks and stones may break my bones
but words still sting me badly.
Kids can be cruel but teens can be clever
and know how to hurt more, sadly.
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