Saturday, December 10, 2022

Grow Up Already

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Grow up already,a simple phrase that we get lost in.we are told all too oftenthat’s childish, that’s foolishbut that idea is really quite twisted. We are holding on,on to our vanishing youth something we will take for granted. Once we grow up we will want it...

Enigma of Love

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Frozen eyes and scattered lips, that’s all left in your portrait. Unzipped wounds of cruelty are stained by scarlet white. Fragments of linen hold up a fragrance which pierces my nose.  In your eyes, I am seeing me, placid, But mine turns out to be empty. You, the...

Release – Patrick Ness

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Have you ever started something, moved away from it to refresh yourself, and then completely did something else in its entirety instead before returning to the original task at hand? Well, I started reading “Call Me By Your Name” by André Aciman, stopped halfway,...

Poetry, film, book reviews coming to The Baron

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Your favourite student publication will now be featuring an arts section! You will notice it has a drop-down menu, where you can choose to browse through poetry or book and film reviews. We realize that not everyone cares to read the news and some readers may be more...

Twilight

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I always believed that you and I were like day and night,destined to blend in this shadow of light.Now when I look into my heartI can still see the vestiges of twilightthat once bloomed in my life;there isn’t a more beautiful poem than you. When...

Dear Lungs

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Dear Lungs,I’m sorry for being caught upin the endless search for numbness.I have forgotten that it was you, above all,that let the holy breath enter my soul. I hope you remember the times,where balloons seemed to magically expand,as I whispered onto you,The smoke now drowns...

Abandon – Meg Cabot

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Abandon ranks high amongst my reading list as one of my top three favourite trilogies. The entire series spans over a very short period but will seem to be drawn out. It hooks you and doesn’t let you leave until it is two in...

Waves

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it comes at night, after soft, gruelling days. like a tidal wave, it rises and crashes over me: dragging me under. the current is much too strong for me to fight. so I will drown, until somebody saves me.

Mirror

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"A small wooden house near that sweet lake",that's what you said to mewhen I asked you what your dream was. Now together we stand herenext to our wooden house,holding two cups of coffee,we stand together staring at each other. Slowly, I placed my hand on your...

Dear Heart

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Dear Heart,I’m sorry for wearing you on my sleeve,and giving you away, as if you werebut a stone that held me down.You are a compass,a compass with a lost sense of direction.A compass which only points meto the closest point of comfort,A compass which...