My two favourite things - drawing jackals and writing stories that end on cliffhangers :)
Back on the first day in this place I may have smiled, I know better now. Smiling is a waste of energy, and a waste of hope. We only smile now to hide the searing pain each breath causes.
It's easy to see how, after living my entire life under a glass bio dome, I was more than a little frightened by the open, unprotected sky. I stand on the dry dusty ground which was once mud.
There's nothing like relief filling you to the brim with warmth inside when you know you've succeeded. I don't get that feeling, I've failed...awfully. Two, that's it. No more, no less. Two.
The screams reverberate around the air, shattering silence to nothing. I slowly start to back away, ears ringing from the awful crescendo.
Lights glare down fiercely, as I sit, wounded and disorientated. The sickly sweet coy along my lips suggests that I may not have been falling as long as I thought.
It's difficult, deciding your whole life by just two buttons; red or green. My back is chilly with perspiration as my eyes flit between the colours. Red, green, red. Green.
I'm on my laptop, looking around, When I see there's been a new YouTube sensation, I click on it, with a pinging sound, Eager to watch the new creation.
Twenty Opusses, that's a lot,. So many now that I'd forgot,. There ever really was a time,. When I posted my first poem, first story, first rhyme,. If you look at comments you will see,.
Once again I tell you no, Once again I tell you stay, You seem to ignore my commands, You drive me nuts all night and day.
Now here's a story that should be told, She's a darling said the young and old, She's got a winning smile and a heart of gold, But that's before the madness took a hold.
I'm flying above the silver etched clouds, Feathers ablaze, tainted gold, My heart is purer than the sun, I am a creature to behold.
Death is a rat, flea ridden body swollen with plague, frothing mouth hungering for spirits of the deceased. Death is an hour glass, grains of sand - lives, falling into the clutches of darkness.
Moonlight trickles through the trees, dappling the autumnal leaves. Silver speckles on the bark, tiny beacons in the dark. Under the glow of mystic light, a hair raising howl enters the night.
Don't caress me with your Bitter words, don't tell me I'm to blame, I'm sick of all your trickery, this love is like a game.
A carnival of torment, laughter and jeers, Is the only thing the young man hears. His eyes are distant, Shining afar, Away from the cruel burn of tar.
Sometimes I wish I could fly away, To forget my worry and dismay. I wish that I could reach the sky, If only, if only I could fly..
The moon shines bright, But it's light can't heal, The sadness deep, inside I feel. My soul pleads for mercy, Secrets tearing me apart, I lock then all away, in the middle of my heart.
They pounce and prance so very quick, And when they walk they're always slick. They stalk as silent as a shadow, With heads held high and eyes aglow.
People weep, their spirits sleep, and hope cannot be found. The rain may fall, the jackdaws call, but do not make a sound. Leaves flutter, people mutter, there's no light in the sky.
There once was a boy named lance, Who never quite learned how to dance, He looked like a hunk, But he quickly got drunk, And he ended up wetting his pants..
Why is the opposite of love hate. Why is the end of life death. Why am I still here, though my heart's stopped beating. I'm running, yet I do not move, I'm running from the truth.
"Eager souls, mystics and revolutionaries, may propose to refashion the world in accordance with their dreams, but evil remains, and so long as it lurks in the secret places of the heart, utopia is...
The lion told me to fight, The cheetah told me to run, The frog told me to hop in the midday sun, The eagle told me to soar in the sky above, But only my heart told me to love..
Golden waves of heat eating up the forest, Leaping faster than a nimble squirrel from tree to tree, A creature far surpassing time, From sparking embers it is set free, It blazes onwards an...
I hide away from sunlight, I linger in the dark, I'm stealthy like a panther, Never leaving a mark. I harbour dark spirits, I sit there loathing light, I keep a low profile, Until day turns to night.
Mist hung around the treetops, like a blanket in the night, Silent souls crept around the forest, listening out of sight, Empty eyes looked up from the river, and stared into the moon, And what once...
I ride upon the whispering wind, I float upon the musty air; I am time, and time can wait, Time is everywhere.