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Bus stop oddities by Iscariot-Priest, literature
Literature
Bus stop oddities
Bus stop oddities
by Iscariot Priest
Wee-ohk
Wee-ohk
Wee-ohk
The penguin slumped in his seat. I'm not sure why, but the poor posture of the tuxedoed bird annoyed me to no end.
"Hey mate, sit straight."
"Wee-ohk! Wee-ohk! Wee-ohk!" comes the reply. Little bastard. To push the hunched penguin out of my mind, I focused on reading my daily. Bold headline in a ridiculously large font proclaimed "The world will end on 7 July 2006 at 5.22pm. Bad weather expected."
I glance at my watch, 8.34am; work starts at 9. Quite the dilemma, should I go to work or skip it? Sure the world's ending today, but since work ends at 4, I'll still hav
The library girl by Iscariot-Priest, literature
Literature
The library girl
I think we've met somewhere before,
was it here, in the library?
She's a girl that's hard to ignore.
Perhaps we met in a bookstore,
flipping through the pages idly.
I think we've met somewhere before.
I steal a glance at her, unsure.
Turning, she looks straight back at me.
She's a girl that's hard to ignore.
"Hi," I stall, trying to think of more
to say; 'stead of pausing dumbly.
I think we've met somewhere before.
Words come to me, some mental ore.
"Hey you," she says, smiling cutely.
She's a girl that's hard to ignore.
While she speaks, her eyes I explore.
Her name close, yet still too airy.
I think we've met somewhere befo
Cup of Tea Promise by BeccaJS, literature
Literature
Cup of Tea Promise
A cup of tea promise
starts, watered down
lies and coffee
depression.
We take a breath,
inhale the aroma of the mug,
accept what we find,
we drink to our own distaste.
Between bitter sips
warmed chests, clutched hands,
we sit in comfort of this liquid--
as if an elixir of life
snuck into the drink.
Despite cups with cracks and chips
we grip our mugs for comfort
and smile.
