English literature and creative writing grad who spends all day working with numbers... Go figure!
I have had to harden myself to be able to cope these last few months. I have gone too far with it. I need to be able to untwist and un-shield a little. I can't do that with you around.
Today i've noticed that one of the hardest things in life is actually allowing yourself to feel the right emotion at the correct time.
Afraid, Neurotic, crazy. Under. Your. Skin. My devil- Your Angel. Faded, Hazy, Stoned..
*Language advisory* She’s spiralling out of control, singing Emo bullshit songs in her mind. She watches almost disconnected as her life falls down about her ears.
There's close... And then there's sitting on your face.....
There once was a hamster named Cookie Who loved to explore and take a look-ie Up the chimney she went Where she slept in a vent. When she came back she was awfully Sooty!.
There once was a boy named Dave, Who decided to live in a cave. All his friends came to see, But the cave smelt of wee, So they left without even a wave..
There once was a strange boy named Jack, Who carried a rather large sack. When asked “What’s inside?” He opened it up wide- No-one who looked came back..
I figure as I'm new here I should catch up on some of the wonderful reading this place provides.
And I thought there has got to be more than this; More then the arguments followed by silence The trust once there now lost. The love I felt has left me aching.
*adult themes* She sat there and watched him play fight after fight on the TV, the stages turning into animals and dinosaurs smiling and waving happily at her.
She dances; Graceful, beauty. Gliding spinning, whirling And yet of course it is inevitable… Twisting, crumpling, crashing. Broken, twisted, She falls..
Monday morning- such a bore, The afternoon too is such a chore. I don't wana hear Mondays whips go crack. So I shall run and not come back. (If only.
*Poignant moment in film...* 'MIOW' *jump out of my skin* Haha thanks Opuss!.
Hey, Just wondering how to get involved in the competitions. Is there a forum I can read or anything. Thanks in advance x.
“Ask me anything and I’ll give you an honest answer.” She giggled, rolling over on the bed to face him.
“Just so you know where we are, I’m pretty sure your mother is seeing someone else.” I took a puff on my ciggie, looked at him and then looked back at the fish in the pond fighting over their dinner.
You’re abandoning me!” I burst into tears “leaving me here ages away from everyone and everything I know!” I knew I was being silly and childish but I didn’t care.
Keeping a pet zombie isn’t for everyone. For starters they bite and everyone knows where that leads.
“Granted I am an inmate of a mental hospital but that doesn’t mean I am mad you know.” People gathered around when Chris spoke; he had a way of attracting attention and keeping it.
Writer: “Who are you....
As he balanced pizza boxes on his head, Pete had an epiphany. He thought about it for a few minutes, put it down to some bad vodka he had drunk earlier that evening and downed another two pints.
*adult themes* I wish I’d seen it sooner- I’m meant to be a councillor, But it’s not so easy when it’s your own daughter.
She felt trapped but safe, which may seem like an odd combination until you realise that she was sitting in a bubble.
Hi guys, Lovely to meet you all :-) The stories and poems I'm posting were all part of my degree. I'm getting myself up to date on here and then I may start adding some on the fly work- we'll see.
A writer walks up to a man standing in the corner of the room. “Tell me something no-one else knows.” He looks at the writer, eyes burning.
A writer, bored at the bar, turns to the man next to her. "Tell me a joke." The man looks round, raises an eyebrow and says one word; "politics.".
"What's worrying you?" The writer asks. "The state of the country." The student replies. "What country?" The student sighed. "It doesn't matter. They're all fucked.".
The Evil Villain had a plan, but as always was stupid enough to tell the hero of the story. The hero thwarted the plan and got the girl. The Villain cursed his own stupidity..
At first and for a long time, nothing. Silent, Still, Black. The world was nothing but a stretching, endless darkness that reached out into forever. Then, much to its own suprise, something moved.
Figures hurrying through the streets- plugged into music, hiding under hoods and umbrellas. Eyes glazed, looking only to the chewing gum strewn pavement, desperate to avoid the humanity around them.
The girl in the bubble felt no fear- For she knew danger could come not near. Safe and sound in her bubble she sat. 'Till along one day came a boy named Matt. Matt pretended all kindness and care.
Two arm chairs, One empty. A heated blanket tucked in tight. You with your tea, Repeating the same stories, Endlessly I sit by the fire, Silver fox in hand, Just half listening.
Mould in the coffee cups Dirty clothes across the floor Rubbish everywhere, left to rot. She lived in filth, that dirty whore..
I will make my home inside your arms, Where I feel safe and the world can do me no harm.
There once was a young girl named Kat, Who fell for a cute guy named Matt. When Matt said no and got with some Ho, Kat knew Matt was a twat..
We might as well be strangers pretending epiphany: Our favourite game. Love. Hate. Tragedy: The same old story. The things I've seen I can't forget. We might as well be strangers in a hall of...
Boy (to girl): When I'm with you I find it really easy to switch off....
I don't like men with balls- they hit you in the head with them.
Well I suppose if you.... No I must stop designing the jelly toilet....