Alice Clifford

I’m 17 and I just like to write because I think it’s interesting.

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Alice Clifford

I’m 17 and I just like to write because I think it’s interesting.

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Give Your Life To Be Alive

Alice Clifford

1 min read

We sacrifice our lives as payment for living

A cycle of giving and taking,

We trade hunger for beauty,

That Beauty, for love,

That Love, for peace,

That Peace, for prosperity,

That Prosperity, for survival,

That Survival, for proof,

The Proof of reason

This, hunger,

This beauty,

This love,

This peace,

This prosperity that we so desperately desire ,

This survival,

Had a meaning, a purpose, a reas...

Poetry

The worst years of her life

Alice Clifford

1 min read

Amelia took a deep breath, and pushed open the door to her 20-year high school reunion. she stepped through. The cold hall, the wooden floor, the blinding lights hanging from the ceiling, the projector screen still hanging at the front. it was exactly how she remembered.

not everything was the same.

you know what they say,

high school is either the best or worst year of your life,

well.

for Amelia...

did you hear?

Alice Clifford

1 min read

you'll never guess what..

i heard she got with him

i heard shes a whore

did you see her arms?

i heard she cuts herself

that is why she doesn't come to school

oh really?

i heard it's because shes depressed

what a slag

no one even likes her

did you see her hair today?

i saw her talking to that boy

OH YEAH i heard there fucking

i heard shes a lesbian

nah no way shes too much of a hoe

shes such a fag

...

Poetry

the scent of silence

Alice Clifford

1 min read

if silence had a scent, it would smell like you

it would smell like your perfume

your bed sheets

your washing powder

your favourite foods

your house

because to me

you are silence

although you speak to me

you never really do

do you?

your silent

i can see the thoughts you keep inside

i can hear your shame

smell your silence

if silence had a scent it would be you

and even though it makes me sick, the...

Poetry

Romance

did i take it too far?

Alice Clifford

1 min read

did i cross the line...?

did i go too far this time?

did i take too many?

did i go too deep?

my limbs..weaken

my vision..fading

my mind..

i went too far.

fuck

i think i took it too far..

the cold floor of my bathroom beneath me

my head rests on the tile

i watch myself in the mirror

as my life fades away

my heart slows

i feel a numb sensation all over

i can barely even breathe

my heart...

Poetry

Beneath It All

Alice Clifford

1 min read

I am a bad person.

I hurt people

I make mistakes

I hate myself

I hate everyone around me

I’m rude

I’m unkind

I’m agressive and unfair

I’m violent and isolated

But

Beneath the surface

Behind the anger and the yelling and screaming

Is just a girl

Who doesn’t know how to love

A girl who is in pain

And a girl who is a good person

Beneath it all

I am a good person

Yes I do bad things

But...

Poetry

Don’t Walk Home Alone

Alice Clifford

1 min read

Don’t walk home alone,ever

Don’t smile,don’t wear your hair up,

Don’t wear a short skirt and never forget a drink is currency for your body.

Don’t stay out too late,

Don’t dress up or your a whore

Don’t only wear sweats or your ugly

these are the rules we’ve learned

From years of being told that our body’s are nothing but a waste of space unless we allow them to be used by a man and having that p...

Everyone Meets Twice

Alice Clifford

1 min read

In the heart of the party under the neon lights our paths crossed igniting endless nights. The glow of the street lights blinded me as you walked towards me you stumbled as you asked for my number and we spent that night in a state of wonder we wondered where we were we wondered how we met and we wondered how this could end the sky darkens your eyes light up as I see you stare at me from across th...

Poetry

Romance

One Day

Alice Clifford

1 min read

One day we’ll be all grown up,

One day it won’t hurt us anymore,

One day we’ll be able to look at eachother and say we made it.

One day my love.

One day is our I love you 3000.

And I know,one day,we can be forever,

One day we won’t have to only see eachother every three weeks,

One day,I won’t be “just a call away” I’ll be just one word away,

One day I get to see you every day,

One day,

One day my...

Poetry

Romance

"me"

Alice Clifford

1 min read

who broke this window?

my mother asked,

"it wasn't me" a young alice replied,

"who left the milk out?"

my mother yelled

yet again

young alice replied "it wasn't me"

it was,

it was me.

i never admitted it, not because i didn't believe it was me, not because i didn't know

nut because i feared the fact it was

the fear that i may hurt someone

i have hurt many people in my life

i always say it wasn't ...

Poetry