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The sky must be sick. It’s cold heart irritated. It’s hardened blood crushing the air of it’s lungs. It’s coughing up a storm, Vomiting a blizzard, Howling ice. My eye lashes harden. …
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Snow
by Ben.D
Why don’t you ever look up? Staring down into the pool Your eyes drawn into the water It reflects oh so unclearly You were Always worried about what you’d become And things you’d never be What you…
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I Used To Be You
by Michael
Le Cœur de la Mer (The Heart of the Ocean) Connie Wednesday 10th April It was a Wednesday when we took the train to Southampton. We stopped at the bank next to the station and I watched Pa withdraw all of the money he and…
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Le Coeur de la Mer…
by Natascha Scrive…
I wandered down to the sea, bucket in hand. My bare feet curved around the shingle until so small they buried the edges of my skin with each step. At the water’s ever changing verge her chill tickles me. The further I go the greater her power.…
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The Sea
by Ben.D
In our father’s house, Papers worth, Is that of forgiveness, Salt in the earth. To be left there, In sunken ground. Little movement, Little sound. Use your weight, To move the mound.…
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In Our Father̵…
by Tinny Buffnell
How they got up here, These splintered bones of slate and shale, Giant’s teeth that long since shattered, Has been lost beneath heathland Buried by brambles. An old man with a battered brow Pegs his stick into…
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Llanberis
by Ewan
The range reaches round Wrapped in a coat of grey, It smothers the mountain, A horseshoe hoof Locked in a murky embrace. All here is alien, One rock stands upright at the summit, Ice has frozen its daggers…
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Summit
by Ewan
Music is a parallel world to the one we live in. It’s another language that expresses the times, the stories and the personal virtues of us as human beings. Music has the capability to make us feel on top of the world when other times, it can…
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THE VOICE OF MUSIC…
by Daniel Lee Harv…
DJ Mehdi pushed boundaries by twisting the unexpected. Alot of people are use to having electro and hip hop sold separately however both are in fact very similar when it comes to the flow of drum and synth patterns. DJ Mehdi understood this and…
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MY TRIBUTE TO DJ M…
by Daniel Lee Harv…
“Thats when you know you’ve found someone special. When you can just shut the fuck up and enjoy the comfortable silence.” I have that line going round my head right now. Though I decided a while back that it was a pretty good…
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Dialogue
by Patrick Scott
This scraped-together city, this salvage. Encircled by rubble walls, slices of glass and bits of brick and splintered wood. Streets and sidestreets entwined like a tangle of wires. Hollow buildings gripped between…
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Battery Acid Earth
by Daisy Jones
Alot of people minds have alot of there plates. Alot to think about other people like they don’t belong in a generic world full of generic people. By matt Catling
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People
by matt catling
4 am, crystal clear, she’s a girl who’s worth knowing, We’re all lost in a maze but she knows where she’s going. She’s an ember in time, man, like a queen of the moment, A light in the sky but without…
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Four Fifteen
by Ellz
Everybody knows that Kai is the hottest place to be on a Friday night. And why shouldn’t it be? With recent Flirt! themes such as 999 and Chocolate Party and even more to come, Kai ensures that the students at UCS start their nights out with…
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Are You Having a L…
by UCS Union
Clothes; so disgracefully strewn on the floor. But as you’re lying there covered in skin and sheet and you’re all wrapped up in your lovers arms, you fail to notice me standing at the door, watching you revel in…
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Clothes
by frannn.
Awe, Sway, Allure, Curves, Glamour. Unmistakably a woman? A feisty creature, in the corner, Glittering eyes and glossy lips, Glowing smile, sparkling teeth A sheet of hair, soft and silky, …
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Awe
by frannn.
The streets whisper of long ago; The burnt-orange evening creates a sense, A sense of possibility. A cafe. Laughter. Cheap, but satisfying mojitos and food. Painted lips, dresses worn and re-worn; But never forgotten.<br…
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Havana
by frannn.
DAY ONE I wake up. There is a memory of tears in my eyes. In the mystical realm of dream in symbiosis with wakefulness, I’m not sure whether it was a real doctor who told me I had only a few months to live. I grope for my tobacco as wakefulness…
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Two Days
by Michael
1997 We folded out the square of plastic blue, stretched it across the grass between two trees. Sprinting to the shed I found the hose, dragging it like a snake along the lawn. We turned the tap, covering the sheet…
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Plastic Blue Sheet
by Harry March
Half-Term Holidays Sprinting over allotment paths, brown heels hammer on hardened ground, our feet cushioned by sun-warmed grass. We chase and fight and hide and chase as afternoon wears into evening. Pink plastic…
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Seasonal postcards
by Harry March
There is so much pressure to keep fit surrounding us on television, in magazines, in films… However some people can’t find time to fit it into their lives and they resent giving up their time for exercise when, well quite frankly, they…
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A Fitness Party: t…
by Sian Jones
The sun shines on each of us, one at a time, And suddenly, without reason, the guilt reclines. I wasted days that I should have occupied, You fear the way that men change their minds. I made my decisions based on all that…
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Intervention
by Tinny Buffnell
Stumbling in on your Garden of Eden, You, him – touching and embracing. Your eyes; closed. Your face; A vision of elation. I realise I have lost you. He was the apple… And you gave into temptation.
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A poem inspired by…
by frannn.
My mate Jay and I vowed that once our exams were over, we’d do something really crazy together. In the end, we got as far as a trip to Colchester Odeon. That was about wild enough for both of us. Jay always drags me along to macho movies –…
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A Class Act
by Daisy Jones
Dear Sirs,           As the respective Chief Executive Officer of UCS and Head of the relevant school of learning, I would like to express my concern at today’s (12/08/11) article in the local media on the subject…
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Letter to UCS conc…
by Trevormcdevor
Get back my love, The flames could lick your face. I’ve been waiting. I would drag you out, Into the ocean to watch you battle the waves. My dear, sweet, stupid you. Fingering the darkness, I’ve…
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The Tragedy Of Che…
by Tinny Buffnell
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Connect With Us
by the shadow proj…
Everywhere I seem to look My eyes behold recess. Is it the shadow in the spine of a book? Or a nice wind-swept secluded nook? Or scars of history on the side of a rook? Nope, it’s another arse crack. The worst…
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Builders? Piss off…
by Trevormcdevor

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