words like clouds soft and dark gathering at the edges of my thoughts the ink pours from my veins like blood like rain like wine the love for this this beauty this beastie a wild animal which hates the leash for which I place around its neck the words wild on the blank page –… Continue reading the words wild
So... I found this thing on my computer. It was dated 02/02/2013. It's.. err... It's something. I haven't edited it cause I wanted you guys to feel the full effect of my five-years-ago awesomeness.
The cicadas are loud today Singing their merry creed to the summer heat Like lovers Summer and cicada Star crossed and long distance They use the only words they know how Trrrrrp trrrrrp trrrp the cicadas sing The summer heats up A southerly breeze blows And the cicadas sing The breeze coaxes leaves from the… Continue reading Summer shade
I miss the way you look when you are staring at something you love The awe in your eyes The gentle curve of an alomst-smile on your lips Your brow smooth, worryless. Me: Sally You: Jack I miss your gentle touch The way you gather me up in your arms... Me: a dandelion seed You:… Continue reading Yet…
I cannot decide which novel to concentrate on. I literally write a paragraph of one then change my mind and switch. Please, cyberfam, advise me on which novel I should put my efforts into. Epic fantasy series, dark, piratey, demi-gods and goddesses, strange portals that cross over to our world, backstabbing, people getting stabbed in… Continue reading I need your help/advice
As my hand passes through the barrier it begins to melt and change. Skin turns to shells. Bone to tiny legs. Muscle and nails to wings and light. I scream. All I want to do is go home. Why won't they just let me go home?
This is what one of my poems looks like in draft form. No editing. I thought I would share it so people could see what a lump of unmoulded writing looks like. Kinda ugly, huh?