Hate me Chew on my bones and spit me out Make this easier for me You punish me with your kindness I know its love but hate me, please I punched a hole into your chest and ripped out your heart Are you not mad? Are you not bitter? As you tape your ribs back … Continue reading The Words – hate me, please
The Book – stupid o’clock
Hey everyone! Hope you all are well? I’m not sure if it's just me (probably is) but why the hell do I always get creative urges at stupid o’clock? Its ridiculous, without fail, at midnight or later I’d want to drag out the papers and cover the floor to brainstorm, or make a million … Continue reading The Book – stupid o’clock
The Story – he was 53
I messed up, I had left it too long and then it was too late. I was on my bus to work when I got the call, I was the first to arrive and I sat alone. I felt so small. He was always alright, and he was always in and out of hospital so … Continue reading The Story – he was 53
The Words – haunted
The night had crept upon us Rain was pouring down And I could hear the voices Past lovers all around Mistakes flashing before me Memories seeping in I tried my best to focus To make the memories thin The shadow in our darkness A replay of the past Déjà vu at work now Heartbreaks’ … Continue reading The Words – haunted
The Book – falling into place
Everything was falling into place, I started marking each piece of text with Spring, Summer, Autumn or Winter depending on the mood of the writing, this was tough because as with any type of text it can be interpreted in a thousand ways! The scary part was the huge contrast between the quantity of Autumn … Continue reading The Book – falling into place
The Story – dead
I’m 16 and it’s the heat of summer. I am loving life, I have friends all around me and I'm going to house parties nonstop. Kissing guys against piles of bricks, laughing louder than I ever had before and enjoying my youth to the full. I met a guy at college, I was shy and … Continue reading The Story – dead
The Book – common ground
Ok so, where were we? Ah yes, I hated it. I needed a stronger narrative! I needed to look for links in my writing, some common ground that would tell some kind of story that people could relate to. I needed to remove myself enough without losing myself, not an easy task but definitely needed. … Continue reading The Book – common ground
