Clockwork Angel's poem

on the force of its dissolution.
Gently, the tide is rising,
corrupting the mechanism.
Salt, rust and silt
slowing the gears.
Down at the banks
the iron tanks
sway into their moorings
with the hollow boom
of a gigantic bell,
of drum and cannon
which cry out in a tongue of thunder
and the river rolls under.
—Elka Cloke

A 15 year old mind ..

I don't like promises cuz I hate it when they're broken.
I don't like "moments" cuz I hate it when they're stolen.
I don't like boys cuz i hate it when they say "you're the one".
I don't like men cuz i hate it when they say "I'm the one".
I don't like happiness cuz it comes to go away.
I don't like sadness cuz it comes to stay.
I don't like Love cuz its a game.
I don't like Hate cuz its what enemies gain.
I don't like my school cuz no one does.
I don't like being a slacker cuz its short of a Buzz.
I don't like foes cuz they're such bitches.
I don't like frndz cuz they do a lot of Ditches.
I don't like bloody-horror movies cuz they make me sick.
I dont like buildings cuz they're made of brick.
I don't like talkin about myself cuz THEY say I'm an open book.
I don't like THEM cuz they're too lazy to take a deeper look.
I don't like THEM cuz they think im shallow.
I don't like THEM cuz they're so damn deep but hollow.
I don't like that i don't like lots of stuff.
But i love my mama cuz she made me tough.