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A School for the FutureTrace the carved names,
Scratched expletives
And peeling doors.
The scent of dust,
Disinfectant,
Long lacquered wood,
And cheap perfume.
This was your world.
It was tired,
And getting on a bit,
But affectionate.
Anonymity was just a word,
And you were safe,
Thinking it would never end.
It's gone now, what was yours.
Dug up and rethought,
Shiny and new.
They've ripped it all away,
The stage and the walls.
But please remember,
It was just brick, tile and mortar,
Its heart still beats,
Dusty, yet glorious
And forever yours.

LateBeing late was something that she had never been any good at. For twenty-seven punctual years she had made the point to be ten minutes early to wherever she had to be. But everyone has to be late at least once in their lives, and she was ten minutes late, which for her meant that she was twenty minutes late, and perhaps to those that are somehow always ten minutes late she was right on time or maybe even a little early.
She flashed her ticket at the bleary eyed man-who-looked-at-train-tickets-but-she-didn't-know-what-that-was-called and was impressed by the lack of humanity in a place where

Death Will See You NowI'd like a holiday,
A pool in Dubai
Or a weekend in Paris.
Nothing fancy.
But you watch,
Someone will drown
Or choke on a baguette,
And I'll have to do some overtime.
No, I'm not a doctor,
These aren't healing hands,
Quite the opposite.
Do you know when you plan
To kick the bucket?
It's just I'd rather you made
An appointment.
I can pencil you in
For Saturday
At half past nine.
That's not too early for you is it?
No, you can't cancel.
But I assure you
A spring funeral
Is always lovely.

SundayOnly the birds speak
And a battered aviation radio
Mumbles a reply.
Through a glass door,
To a pretending Wonderland.
Warm stone and bare feet,
Parched grass and puddles,
Somewhere a hosepipe leaks.
A very English summer.
It doesn't feel like
The fifth worst city in the world.
Not on these mornings,
Never.

We Are All GoingThomas Edison's last words were:
It's very beautiful over there.
And Mr Barrie said: I can't sleep
Before he dreamed his way to Neverland.

And seventy-four years later,
When it was Mr Jobs' time to go
He said Oh wow, oh wow, oh wow
Before he left this world.

Let's go and see the other side
And touch the clouds with our lost lives.
But maybe there's just plain old darkness,
That's familiar even though it's cold.

Mr Darwin said he was not afraid,
And Ms Austen asked for nothing but it
The revolution that was Mr Marx said:
Last words are for fools who haven't said enough.
And no they didn't, they never said enough.

You may never

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The Perks of Being a Wallflower - Stephen Chbosky

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~eevee626 Feb 18, 2013 Hobbyist Interface Designer

love the book

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~jay3jay Jan 9, 2013

love thiis!!!

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~inkandstardust Jan 11, 2013 General Artist

Thank you!

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~Cannibalxcandy1 Sep 16, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

i adore this book

^^ love the quote

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~parkourdude Sep 6, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

I am seeing this movie. Like. Totally. <3

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~aMAEzingPayne Aug 24, 2012 Student Artist

I LOVE THIS SENTENCE!

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~Stacy-Yu Aug 6, 2012 Hobbyist Photographer

I like this sentence.
Looking forward the movie!

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!Karin-yamasaki Jun 7, 2012 Student Photographer

PERKS OF BEING A WALLFLOWER!

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*AppliedPhilosopher Jun 6, 2012

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~kentouGO Jun 6, 2012

Perfect timing, I just started reading the book yesterday!

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