Department of English Students Association
Every single day in a lonely palace, A young prince sat in his chair holding a chalice. He kept wondering what’s outside those walls, Far from the lonely empty palace halls. The king in front of him telling him his duties, The queen presenting him …
But how do you expect people to understand you, If you can’t even understand yourself? And how do you expect others to fathom your thoughts, If they, muddled, are put aside on a shelf? You are disoriented, conflicted, bewildered, Your thoughts chaotic, unclear, untidy, Overwhelmed, …
Mad monkeysrunningin a drunken symphonya clattered melodyno insightto the skeleton of beautythey once starved of attentionin a frantic searchfor progressin an ignorant dismissalof the things that really matter.
What did you do to my child?What did you do to his eyes?Emerald green, they once had been. At the front of the lines he bravely stoodCarrying our cloth above a branchHand on his heart he proudly sung for us. Hands trembling he said a …
There is a kitchen table and 4 chairs in Upstage Left. Andrew enters from upstage left and Tony walks to the kitchen to find Andrew passed out. Tony tries to wake him. Tony: Drew, You gotta help me! I don’t know what to do! There …
this manuscript unbound unordered abuses me yearning for a wild conclusion beyond moaning pages. a conclusion… …or eternal coma …maybe a clumsy margin note. …you call me back…as if on purpose. i feel you fresh beating from between the lines piercing breaks in my bones, …
Character Description: Jack: Is wearing clothes fit for a job in an office. Lana: Is only heard as a voice on the phone. She is Jack’s wife. Time: Is wearing a suit. It is either black, or dark coloured. Hair has to be set up …
“It’s Showtime.” He says as he walks up to the party, His lines unwillingly learnt: “Where are you from?” “What course are you doing?” “My surname is Dutch but I’m actually Maltese.” “Oh – erm – tiny island, under Sicily.” He soon runs out of …
Instead of being dipped into the River Lethe and forgetting, I am dunked and forgotten. I wander the world a ghost. My memories remain intact, yet the place where my presence would occupy space in others’ minds appears blank. My absence screams at me. Attacks …
You set out to reach for the stars, But you landed amongst the dust A barren landscape one wouldn’t lust Yet here you are stranded in the mud. Those days you thought You’d have seen naught Love skin deep Heart of strings leap Mind numb …