May 2016

FINALLY

Poetry Drafts / / By

You call me and
I come
You swallow
My words
Wholly
Not missing a drop
Of the tears
Falling
Yours or mine or ours
Falling free
Regrettably
Falling free
Eternally
Falling free
Finally

I’M DANCING WITH DELIGHT

Poetry Drafts / / By

It’s half past nine and
We’ve had bottles of wine
Not late at night but
I’m dancing with Delight
She smiles at me
I’m hanging from a tree
The gingerbread man
Is nudging at me
So sudden the thought
Of balance is fought
No reason for that
I am flat my back
It’s half past nine and
I’m not awake
I’m dancing with Delight and
She’s laughing at me

FOREVER

Poetry Drafts / / By

There was love in her eyes but he didn’t see it, didn’t understand the basics, the core of emotions guiding them on their journey.

She had confidence though, that with time she would manage to break him, to make him see the light, the fundamentals guiding them all.

He thought her weird, a bi-product of too long an exposure to the new age. Infinity and beyond, he would never surrender his freedom, at any cost.

There was love in her eyes, a chill in his heart, a shared passion that would keep them apart.

Forever.

DELUSIONS ARE LIKE TREES IN THE FOREST

Poetry Drafts / / By

I could see your hands glowing, in the dark they stood out like like a lighthouse along the southern coast.

I think you honestly believed you could heal, but delusions are like trees in the forest.

I feel for you, honestly, but please let go of the dreams, and fast.

Home Baking For Fun and Fiction, Season 5, Episode 4 (NSFM)

Prose Drafts / / By

Note: This episode was never broadcasted

Hello Children and welcome to another episode of Home Baking for Fun and Fiction, today sponsored by “Zipher – World Health ‘R’ Us”.

Let me first remind you that it is always good to have a parent to help you in the kitchen as those grinders, whisks and meat cleavers can be a handful if you don’t have the strength.

Today I am going to show you how to make a Winter Cake to cheer you up before the festive season starts.

Before you start preparing make sure you have all the Ingredients available, it not ask your parents to unlock the special cupboard, they will know which one you mean and keep insisting if they pretend to not knowing.

The ingredients and amount you will need to prepare the Winter cake are:

  • Four cups of flower – preferably of columbian quality
  • 440g of ground Priadel – preferably the slow release variant
  • 3g of whole Quetipine – preferably coated
  • 1.2g of ground Sertraline
  • 9g of ground Lamotragine
  • 360mg of whole Fluoxetine
  • 36mg of ground Diazepam
  • One teaspoon of baking powder
  • Two bottles of Vodka (or Gin if you are fond of juniper berries)

Ready? Let’s Cook!

First set the oven at 400F.

Mix the ground ingredients: flower, Priadel, Sertraline, Lamotragine, Diazepam and baking powder in a large bowl.

Add ½ cup of Vodka (or Gin)  and stir until the mix is smooth. If you find it doesn’t set you can add a little more flower.

Pour the mix into a baking tray

Add the Quetipine and Fluoxetine on top but make sure you press them down slightly. If they are not fully covered they will get burnt and the cake will have a bitter taste.

Check that the oven has reached 400F and insert the tray into the oven.

Leave the cake in the oven for around 30 minutes. If the cake is slightly damp you can leave it in for another five minutes. Let the cake rest and cool down before serving.

The cake is best served in small bowls with spoons.

Cut the cake into suitable pieces and splash two cups of Vodka (or Gin) on the cake before serving. Pour the rest of the Vodka (or Gin!) into tumblers.

After all that hard work you can now relax and enjoy the Winter Cake,  Vodka and each-others company.

But don’t forget the washing up!

I hope to see you all next week when I will be showing you how to make a showman.

STRIPED WALL PAPER

Poetry Drafts / / By

The wallpaper was too busy, yellow with white and brown stripes, not suitable for a child, leaving scars like hitting the head on a radiator repeatedly, only more subtle, and less blood.

These days collar bones turns me on, and shoulders, and hip bones if not too hidden in fat, and attached to a woman of my fancy, covered somewhat.

They need to please my eye, more than my mind and heart, the radiator is to blame, me thinks, as a striped wallpaper never would do any permanent harm…

SCRATCH THE SURFACE

Poetry Drafts / / By

You will have no way of knowing, without scratching the surface.
Nothing can be seen, no one can be heard, until the ice is broken.
Do you trust them? I don’t, never will.
They say the truth is closer than you know, you just have to scratch the surface, and it will all be revealed.
Bollocks.

SUN-KISSED AND BIRDSONG

Poetry Drafts / / By

Sun-kissed and birdsong
not doubting I’m in love – proper
the sweetest kiss and the
everlasting love I found
fading fast as I awake
My exploded chest folds
back into place and
hibernates

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