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Victoria Knight
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Victoria works in an office and quite often get restless, just
watching the world pass her by. She started to write poetry about
six years ago - as cliche as it sounds, when her heart was broken
inexplicably and for the first time.
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Game of the 21st Century
Gone are the days of netball,
Gone are the days on the field,
No longer do we need a rounders bat,
No, now we need a shield
Gone are the days of hopskotch,
With the chalk lines we carefully tread,
These days the most popular game in town,
Are those that involve your head
No longer will I skip along,
With absence and carefree thought,
I will walk with my shield safely guarding my chest,
This is the most valid lesson I have been taught
Ironic how the games played these days are more childish
than the playground ways?
Metaphor Mind
I woke up today and felt in touch with the sky...
A massive space, full of nothing but a few balls of
fluff...blue.
I woke up today and felt in touch with the grass...
gentle to the touch, easily broken...green.
I woke up today and felt in touch with the sea...
temperamental, calm, angry...
stronger than anything in the world...
but under-rated.
I woke up today and felt in touch with the garden wall...
unable to speak, unable to move...
but break me - I will fall.
I want to wake up and be in touch with me.
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