Categoría: Gobblers
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Trash and Treasure by Rae Cod
Martin knew the saying; once man’s trash is another’s treasure, but it always amazed him the items that people discarded. Dropping it at the charity shop made them feel better about it, but make no mistake, if all the charity shops closed tomorrow it would be on the rubbish heap.…
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One more year by Miriam Costa
Submerge! Now everything here moves quietly. There are no more reasons to cryNor missed phone calls!I pointed the knife,Then I mercilessly removed a piece of my heart. ( Gave it to you )I toppled pastsThus, to the most resentful I gave them some hope. Submerge! My animalistic reaction has no…
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In the game by Rae Cod
Her heart hammered in her chest and her breath came in short, sharp gasps. Her focus was entirely on this last lap of the pool, not the other competitors, nor the time on the clock. For these moments she embodied one singular purpose: winning. She concentrated on her stroke, practised…
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Story of my heart by Rana
The story of my heart and soul I just have to write it down I don’t want to keep it to me So I am telling everyone in town I love her smile And I hate her frown She is my mermaid A queen without a crown She looks prettier…
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The Heart of Eternity by Daniela Torpicean
The same sun shines on uswe look atthe same moon, the same starsthe same windwhat caresses nowmy rebellious hair,reaches your soul. We are presentfor an eternityin a single endless moment,of eternity. Do you not feel the eternal now,you don’t feel lovewithout limits, without time?Do you not hear the knockof eternity heart,my…
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D-Day by Riya Yadav
The day I didn’t matter what they feel The day I didn’t matter if they heal The day I didn’t matter what they say The day was I reborned in a whole new way The night that made me realise who I am The nights that made me do what…
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The food long hot dog and the end of days By Rae Cod
Jim stood impatiently in the queue for the beat-up old hot dog van, hands stuffed into the pockets of his road dusty jeans, weight shifting constantly from one foot to the other. He kept glancing towards the horizon for any sign of the blinding flash that would signal the end…
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