Valuables







Valuables

 

My walls of my room would be bare

No tickets, leaflets, fliers

Only blank white paint would ever be there.

 

The songs on my iPod, just tunes

Background ambient noise

With nothing attached but lonely blues

 

The stories and poems on my laptop

Just lonely, misinformed fantasies

Waiting to be given up

 

The money in my bank would be some Smaug’s horde

The clothes I wear would be rags to cover me

My possessions would be nothing if I was alone.

 

Just to have them alone isn’t enough

Cause who’d be there to care?

My valuables mean nothing

If they are not shared.

 
Jen Hughes
 

Jen Hughes is a writer from Ayrshire, Scotland. She has been furiously scribbling ideas and writing elaborate stories from as early as age 7 but hasn't started putting her work out there until a few years ago. She has been published on various online journals such as Oletangy Review, Minus Paper and Pulp Metal Magazine. She also has her own website which has an up-to-date portfolio of short works: dearoctopuswriting.wordpress.com

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