And Then, Silence

The world is coming to an end. That's what mama says. It hardly feels real. But then, Uncle Bishop says it's all too big for us to grasp....

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TRAIN OF THOUGHT

3 AM: wake up for the fourth time, Shadows from my blinds Cover bare skin, The glow of street lights Making their way in To illuminate...

Joseph Stevenson

Mar 20

I am a bird. Take note, I’ve taken flight. Soaring, swooping, sweeping, dashing, Sometimes falling, often crashing, Only to get back up...

Joseph Stevenson

Mar 15

I don't want to waste time On who I think I could be, So I sought out Jupiter, Something bigger than me. I don't want to stay here, If it...

Joseph Stevenson

Mar 15

A flower can bloom once, Or time and again; Can blossom for a night, And be loved all the same. But even beauty seen by just one, Is...

Joseph Stevenson

Mar 3

It was 2:13am - I checked my phone and winced at the glare - and this was surely the last house party on planet Earth. Smoke hung heavy...

Joseph Stevenson

Mar 3

I would like to remind you all that Britain is ancient; she has lived many lives, each one a thick-rooted history that tangles its way...

Joseph Stevenson

Mar 3