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One Last Hurrah

With all the Yeas tallied And the Noes notably no-shows We inspect our glossy black shoes And shuffle like sedated cattle Slow and pallid None dares break the spell Of greed for ephemeral treasures Glistering within our grim creed Earthly lusts we know will lead To hell Throbbing behind my eyes A thirty-year headache is born A nugget of sanity cries For the children And dies There on the whiteboard it said Go forth, subtract, divide And you could have fried an egghead On our scarlet blush Of collective dread Back in the fold Sucking on the black gold Feet on the fence Watching the fire burn to ash Under Trump and Pence We’re no villains, but dinosaurs Tracking the asteroid’s plummet Swallowing our own vomit Fearful of reality, And closing all the doors

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34 deviations
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In The Dark

Everything was blacker than black. “What’s going on?” asked Sam. “Am I dead?” “For the moment,” said a calm voice. For reasons that weren’t clear to him, Sam was quite unmoved. “How?” “Complications during the surgery.” “But they said the risk was tiny.” “Tiny is not zero. Perhaps you have become accustomed to being in the lucky majority. This time, you drew the short straw.” “I understand. It’s just that I can’t believe my bad luck. I had excellent private medical care. I was the Prime Minister, you know.” “I know.” During the awkward silence that followed, Sam tried — and failed — to look around. “Why’s it so dark?” “We are assessing you. Please wait.” The voice began to hum tunelessly, which irritated Sam more than being dead. “Are you going to tell me where I am?” “Were you a good Prime Minister?” “What? Yes, of course. I mean… I did what I thought was right, at least.” He gave a nervous laugh. “That’s all any of us can do, isn’t it?” “Is it?” “Look, I’m sorry, but

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15 deviations
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In The Dark

Everything was blacker than black. “What’s going on?” asked Sam. “Am I dead?” “For the moment,” said a calm voice. For reasons that weren’t clear to him, Sam was quite unmoved. “How?” “Complications during the surgery.” “But they said the risk was tiny.” “Tiny is not zero. Perhaps you have become accustomed to being in the lucky majority. This time, you drew the short straw.” “I understand. It’s just that I can’t believe my bad luck. I had excellent private medical care. I was the Prime Minister, you know.” “I know.” During the awkward silence that followed, Sam tried — and failed — to look around. “Why’s it so dark?” “We are assessing you. Please wait.” The voice began to hum tunelessly, which irritated Sam more than being dead. “Are you going to tell me where I am?” “Were you a good Prime Minister?” “What? Yes, of course. I mean… I did what I thought was right, at least.” He gave a nervous laugh. “That’s all any of us can do, isn’t it?” “Is it?” “Look, I’m sorry, but

Stories

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Moving On

I took a red pill, and I fell awake; Take a bow, blithe Wonderland — you’re gone. My bed is lined with tribal sticks and stones; Barbarity has blighted all my bones; The way is steep, and sorrow is my song. Yesteryear we thrived in verdant lands, With mighty mountains painted round the sky; Now, half-way up, we slacken our ascent, To turn about, gaze down on what is spent, And watch our precious valley start to die. I know there is no fear but fear itself: This world is not entirely rocky spires; But since the green, for now, has turned to grey, Come stand beside me in this darkening day; United, we might make it to the shires.

Poetry

18 deviations
Lounge Corner

Sketches

3 deviations
DNA Knot

Digital Art

2 deviations
Peace Lily

Photography

2 deviations
Sleeping Beauty

Mathematical Geometric

3 deviations
David Blaine - in biro

Scraps

12 deviations