Time

Like a bomb set to detonate

The clock is ticking fast,

Like watching a flower seed to bloom,

And knowing it can’t last.

It’s a glimpse towards the future,

and accepting the change as fact,

It’s what you know you’ll look back on,

And claim was all too fast.

It seems time sets to engulf us all,

And change what’s left behind,

It blurs the edges of what once was,

so you just can’t bring to mind…

The Library

The library is silent, or that's what they'd hope,
but the people caged up here, they just couldn't cope,
without the hushed exclamations, oh, how rebellious they are,
ignoring the steel angered glares from afar.

There's a girl in the corner, she's reading a book,
but her eyes are glazed over, she just doesn't look,
at the words there before her, tumbling out of the page,
she doesn't seem to get it: it must be her age.

There are thousands of fantasies here for people to enjoy,
to escape the mundane feelings of a normal girl or boy,
even for adults, it's an escape from their lives,
a deadend job, a tradgety, or maybe just their wives.

The library that stands here, can swallow people up,
immurse them for days, as they wouldn't think to look,
at such a thing as a clock while a battle rages on,
it flashes across their face, but in a moment it's gone.

There are countless adventures, just waiting to be had,
to make you laugh, shake you up or even make you sad,
but when life gets you down, you can return there with ease,
to forget your obligations, and be who you pelase.

The Little Things

All the little things in life, we love without knowing. We love the sound of the rain, but we would only notice it if the rain were mute. We love the smell of freshly ground coffee becasue it wakesus up and I fear we would be forever drosey if coffee had no smell.
It's the simple things.
The little things.
The sound of the sea,
The feeling of your boots crashing into puddles,
The site of home, you're own front door,
When the traffic lights all turn green, just for you,
Thinking you know an answer, then later you know it's definate,
All the little, simple things we have,
We hold onto them,
Because we need them. No matter how hard we tell ourselves we won't miss them, a certain jacket on someone or the smell of your Mum's perfume, we will always miss them and be nothing without them. Without the little things.

Interesting Exchanges: The Expansion

"James broke my radiator."

"What? How'd he manage that?"

"By being fat, I dunno... All I heard was this loud bang, followed by, "Oh, shit, sorry dude."" Josh, saying this in his usual snark-tinged drawl, gave a shrug of resignation as if he wasn't quite sure how James had succeeded in breaking his central heating.

"That's New Year's Eve for you," I chuckled in response, shaking my head. Far-fetched as Josh's little tale was, I found it somehow believeable - in that only James could pull off something like it. "Me, I was out on the town. Six in the morning when I finally got in."

"And you got wasted off... what, exactly?" came Josh's reply. The way he subtly cocked an eyebrow in incredulity didn't escape my notice. Was it so hard to believe that I of all people had enough social skill to have gone out on New Year's Eve?

"Wasted's a rather strong word," I sighed. "As much as I'd have loved to be thoroughly off my face the whole night, I was sobering up by the time I got home. Kopparberg, mostly, but the stuff gets a bit sickly after about three bottles..."

Interesting Exchanges

"James broke my radiator."

"What? How'd he manage that?"

"By being fat, I dunno... All I heard was this loud bang, followed by, "Oh, shit, sorry dude.""