Jack had been scheming, calculating, preparing to approach Crazy Mary and trick her magic beans away. The first stage was flattery, friendship, trust. He approached with an offering of fresh milk, one she treated like precious nectar, lapping up every drop. He let her mutter away until she mentioned her beans, then made exaggerated eyesContinue reading “23:157”
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23:156
Spring clean and sneeze up the dust, choke to cleanse your house, gain a coat of grime and exhaust any sense of success. Is it presentable? It will have to do.
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(Late again today. I just realised I somehow mistitled my poems, having multiple 133 and 134, so I’ve fixed that. Went to a library event today for crime genre so that’s the inspiration today). Lap up the true crime but shy away from gore. Hear how real events took place but recoil at fictional detailsContinue reading “23:155”
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(Beanstalk tale is back today) Crazy Mary wasn’t as old as everyone thought. Cruelty had aged her, neglect wrinkling her skin, nalmourishment thinning her hair and avoidance effecting her mind. People amused themselves by daring each other to approach her, talk to her, hurt her. She always asked for the same thing, an animal, aContinue reading “23:154”
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(Sorry this is so late again. No excuse, I’m just obsessed with playing the new Final Fantasy XVI. This poem is inspired by it). Driven for years and years by thoughts so false you can’t see yourself, can’t even remember why you’re here, why you belonged, why you fought and clung to life. Face yourContinue reading “23:153”
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(Different poem theme today, inspired from a podcast I was listening to) Walking into an impossible dream without even knowing, being yourself and impressing the stars enough to change your fate and achieve something they’ll remember forever in a world that made you, that formed your being and causes tears of thankfulness that you existContinue reading “23:152”
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(Very short, a bit of an interval during the beanstalk events) Jack had never been popular. He wasn’t disliked, but he wasn’t thought of fondly. The past few months had turned his underwhelming notice into disapproving whispers at the seedy company he now sought, the recreational pastimes he pursued. When he began asking about crazyContinue reading “23:151”
23:150
(Bit of a break from the beanstalk tale. Got inspired by some graffiti on a wall). This is a protest. And it worked, because you’ve read this. Our voices have been heard, our outrage felt and that knowledge will linger in your mind. What protest, you ask? …There wasn’t enough room on the wall toContinue reading “23:150”
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His quest became difficult here, searching for magic beans, finding the right kind of magic beans (although he enjoyed the new experiences, the high of such indulgence). What little money he had disappeared for his ‘research’, confusing his goal for a time. Withdrawal made him recall Felicia, his mission, his future glory. He began askingContinue reading “23: 149”
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(Not much today, not much free time) He waited and listened, anticipation granting him patience while hearing boastful recounts of the beanstalk trade. The nuggets of gold once envied were cast aside, banned as currency due to superstition. Stories of how the beanstalk first formed were whispered, praying no such occurance would ever happen again.Continue reading “23:148”
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