Keane to Write
6 episodes - English - Latest episode: over 2 years ago -Hi! My name is Julia and here you will find some of my original work. Please sit back and relax or maybe put on your thinking caps, let your thoughts lead you to another place. I hope you enjoy! Instagram @keane_to_write
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Episodes
Original Poem || Paranoia
August 02, 2021 05:00 - 55 seconds - 674 KBI will never be safe again. I know they are out to get me. They’ll come back for vengeance for what I did, I fought and I killed to save those I loved, But they’ll still come back for me. I’m sure they already know where I live, Where I work, Where I grew up and where I graduated. They probably know where I had my first kiss, My first dance, My first fight. They know it all. They know all of my movements, They are prowling in the shadows- Ready to pounce at any second. They ar...
'tired' || Original Poem
July 03, 2021 04:00 - 1 minute - 1.18 MBThis heaviness is interpreted as laziness when in reality it’s an exasperation of this dehydration pumping through my veins like a drug I did not choose to take. I’m over dosing yet I’m not even indulging nor do I feel the high. My brain screams for mercy yet IT is The perpetrator. It is the protagonist and antagonist all at once. My defenceless body is at the forefront of the brutal beatings that go on and on and on. Every morning is worse then the night before. This spi...
Extinction || Original Poem
June 19, 2021 06:00 - 1 minute - 1.03 MBThe tired ground groans at the weight on his shoulders, His hair is coarse and sharp, it coils and frames his body so eloquently yet threateningly His ancient skin is etched with wrinkles and crevices His bony fingers protrude up into the sky- The few that are left have been stripped of any colour or life. His tears no longer quench the thirst of the perverted ones that claim ownership over him, they use to look after him, but now? Now look at him, they fertilise him with littered Bo...
The Silence Is Deafening || Original Poem
June 05, 2021 01:00 - 1 minute - 805 KBThe silence is deafening The silence is deafening. The silence is the blaring warning alarm. When it falls silent you know it has begun. When the silence shrieks you know its time. You’re surrounded by glistened eyes. This is it. It’s time to go. The zombies of the group know what’s about to happen. The cleaned faced ones have no idea of the torture ahead. The silence is a siren, leading to their graves. Not graves – a slaughterhouse. The rivers cup their blood in its hands. The...
A Different Pandemic || Original Poem
May 27, 2021 10:00 - 3 minutes - 2.3 MBWe worry about illness, About pandemics and disease. We worry about death, About catching what others have. But we are already sick. We worry about germs, About cleanliness and hygiene. We worry about infection, About disability and injury. But we are already infected. I saw with my owns eyes. I saw humans living in their filth. I saw naked children running through infested waters. I saw the 1metre by 2metre tin sheds they slept in. I smelt the smells and heard the sounds. ...
A Different Pandemic || Original Poem
May 27, 2021 10:00 - 3 minutes - 2.3 MBWe worry about illness, About pandemics and disease. We worry about death, About catching what others have. But we are already sick. We worry about germs, About cleanliness and hygiene. We worry about infection, About disability and injury. But we are already infected. I saw with my owns eyes. I saw humans living in their filth. I saw naked children running through infested waters. I saw the 1metre by 2metre tin sheds they slept in. I smelt the smells and heard the sounds. ...