Untitled (1313)
on one side of the door / locked / the glorious rays of sunshine / on one side of the door / locked / the uncleansing rain / the turmoil
Untitled (1314)
behind-the-veil-of-sanity-reblog:
Life’s become wicked wicket boundaries
bats keeps me on my back for six
on the crease bewildered men standing
running but in the end always caught
and out
Untitled (1335)
and so the fires burn
through the speech
of fair ladies,
solemnly spoken
the words of beasts,
the potion of the
longing heart,
seeping down
her broomstick
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one hundred and fifty-two words scattered
across thirteen lines,
four stanzas of near-rhyme chimes,
poetry subjected
poetry objected
poetry unmarked;
thus far
open up
There is a certain amount of courage required to open up – be it your inner thoughts or a bulging tin of fermented herring
Untitled (1352)
note to self: when your tutor suggested that you should drop your character into a situation and watch them develop, your story would probably have benefited (in length) if you had chosen a situation other than “open ocean + boat sinking + protagonist wearing concrete boots”. A short story does not imply a short life!
I Blame
I blame Satan’s Little Mignonettes
I blame an innocent reboot of the black box in the corner
I blame stupidity on the part of the accused
I blame the stress being much too much stressed
I blame it all on the rogue DHCP server which served up
the drinks; the smokes; and the invalid IP addresses