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My poems got rejected for my school student arts magazine, so to feel better I'm gonna post one of them here. Maybe i'll post more later.
Not So Abandoned
A facility frozen forgotten to time
The excitement I experienced from exploring
until my stomach sank from stress of trespassing I say
We have been here long enough let's leave
Crawling through a collapsed corridor
I see a pair of stained sneakers
Signal to my sidekick slip away
Through factory floors losing our forward motion
Owner of the footwear fell in full view
Fear in full force we step onto higher floors
Plenty of police patrol outside
Our dread doubles in size this will become more difficult
We slowly sneak away sanguine for a staircase
Reached an entrance ran for the range
Cops come up commands us down
Handcuffed and searched they asked if we saw someone
I confess the character of the criminal
his heather hoodie unkempt hair
bleached blue jeans bland behavior/bearing
They say he shot someone a few streets away
They were there for them and not us
After being asked about our aim
at this site we were subsequently set free
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Goblin Teatime
I can't draw, but sometimes I fantasize about running away from adult life and becoming a stop motion embroidery artist. This is something I would animate if I had the skills.
I get that feeling a lot too. I remember when I got my first car I almost just ran away. I still get that when I go on joy rides at night, like what if?
Also, a lot animators are self taught, everyone has to start somewhere!
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That's true! ;)
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