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Martin Creed- Work no. 202 12 Mar 2013 | 03:50 am
When are you walking Through a sea of 20 000 black balloons You may feel small Yet infinite. Images of self surrounding you And multiplying you And if you are happy, Then they are happy. Losing conc...
You are there. 5 Mar 2013 | 04:23 am
Just as I am feeling sad and lost You pick me up with gentle hands And show me how you care. Just as I find myself falling into darkness Your light pours over the world And shows me the brightness I ...
Peace by the river 5 Mar 2012 | 09:48 am
It has been three hours of light, softness and warmth Looking over the calm river with slow minutes passing by. Mouths and hands are coming and going All are playing, smoking, drinking and being. When...
Jardin des Plantes 4 Mar 2012 | 02:15 am
Hair blowing in soft breezes, I walk It is the first time in many months that I have felt this feeling It pulses through my veins and fills my pores A tranquility that works its way deep to my cor.....
Spring's awakening 3 Mar 2012 | 12:20 am
Light spills onto and over the whiteness of my page Touching my left hand as if telling it to start working An encouraging nudge to warm up the words as they are eager to escape I can see the brightn...
Alice 11 May 2011 | 03:56 am
In your ninety-third year of life you are crouched over the bones that have taken you across the world. They have finally grown tired from all the lives you have saved and the hugs that you gave. Teet...
And here lies the issue of ignorance 2 May 2011 | 04:18 pm
Yes sometimes ignorance can be bliss but how can we move forward with silly ideas such as this. If we were ignorant our whole lives through then the world wouldn't be the one you always knew. In Kings...
23 8 Apr 2011 | 04:52 pm
At an age of oddest numbers One questions where to go before she slumbers. Floating like a feather, this beautiful year Drifting but falling In a path so seldom clear. In the past, odd was found parti...
Imaginary mind reader 30 Mar 2011 | 03:48 pm
It happened this way: Eyes burned holes through walls and behind the hard barrier was left nothing but empty space. A space so empty that the wind had nothing to pick up and dance with. Nothing was th...
Awake 25 Mar 2011 | 12:07 am
There used to be this little ball of darkness that would climb through my window in the early morning. It was there when I awoke in the bed that was covered in red. It would hover over my chest then p...
