Lightning. A poem.
The words flow Like raindrops before the storm Then the downpour No stopping them And why stop? When the muse hits Like a lightning strike All I can do Is write Continue reading Lightning. A poem.
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Awards! Can’t live with ‘em, can’t live without ‘em
I have been nominated for the Real Neat Blog award by Alma at Bookish Endeavours. Thank you, Alma; I most graciously accept your nomination in the most pretentious and snooty way possible (I bow, like that guy on Sleepy Hollow. It was cancelled. Oh, I’m sorry everyone, too soon?). Being as unaccustomed to fame (and the lack of it) as I am, I have decided to post this award with my many (read: few) others, answer your delightful questions (in a pretentious and snooty way) and nominate several other worthy blogs. The rules are simple: two go in, only one … Continue reading Awards! Can’t live with ‘em, can’t live without ‘em
Sorry. A poem.
Sorry is all I can say, but it’s not enough Ordinary words seem out of place, and no Remedy to everything you think and feel Remember I wasn’t always what you imagine me now to be Yell at me, from this guilt I won’t be freed Continue reading Sorry. A poem.
The Example. A poem.
I watched TV Saw an interesting story A man with no arms and legs Overcoming every challenge Every adversity And I thought to myself In a moment of epiphany If he can do the things he does Without a fuss, without complaint Then surely I can rise above My own misbegotten woes I’m no saint I’m no fool But I’ve screwed up my life Worse than most do But time has come To follow the example Set by a man with no hands or feet Who walks tall without them And who lives life As it’s meant to be lived Continue reading The Example. A poem.
The Sale. Part 7. A short story.
The musty corridor receded into the darkness. Silas, holding his lighter aloft, turned and beckoned me to follow. I trailed him as he crept forward, sweeping dusty cobwebs from the way as he went. Before long we came to a ladder marking the end of the passage. It led up into the dark and down through a square-cut hole in the floor to the depths below. “We have a choice, sir,” said Silas, glancing up and down. “Which way do you suggest?” I eyed the ladder, touching the rungs gingerly; they were cold, metallic. “This ladder is made of metal. … Continue reading The Sale. Part 7. A short story.
Dawn. A poem.
Dawn peeks in through the blinds, seeking the one behind Laying here in bed, yet to face sun and sky Yet to feel the warmth and to stretch arms wide Yet to start the day, nothing changed by the night No miraculous cures or incredible saves Nothing more than pleasures we indelibly crave When your feet hit the floor, sunlight leads the way Every morning follows night Every night follows day Continue reading Dawn. A poem.
Crux. A poem.
Is fate so cruel That it would make Your indecision The crux Upon which your life Depends Continue reading Crux. A poem.
Sucker Punch. A short tale.
Here is another piece I wrote for a recent course that is now finished, so I’m free to post it. Cheers Steve 🙂 I feel the fist as it hits me hard in the jaw. My head shakes violently; I … Continue reading Sucker Punch. A short tale.
Mirror, Mirror. A poem.
Mirror, mirror What do you see? Just a reflection Of who I could be Should I rise Or should I fall Could this reflection Be ignored Mirror, mirror Who am I here My imperfections Perfectly clear Have I lost my focus Have I lost my will Have I fixated on A bitter pill Mirror, mirror Save me tonight Let me see A perfect light Don’t let me waste away Inside my mind Let me see the good That lives inside Continue reading Mirror, Mirror. A poem.
Irony in Injury. A poem.
Lying in bed Frustrated Lazy days That pass Ineffectually Intellectually Books and net Despondency Navel gazing And regret The sooner I get over this The sooner I can do all The same things Standing up Continue reading Irony in Injury. A poem.
Essence. A poem.
The essence of you Like perfumed tea A higher state of being Rain falling on the sea And the solitude of trees Taking me away To a far better place The essence of you Continue reading Essence. A poem.
The Lesson. A poem.
Fitter than I’ve ever been Big, tanned and super lean All it took was one little tear And suddenly I’m geriatric Limping like an old man Bent over and wizened Amazing how an injury Can make the years catch up … Continue reading The Lesson. A poem.
Not Without My Calf! A true story of cows, muscle fibres and underinflated ego.
Today, I tore my calf muscle. For those of you not familiar with the calf muscles, they are not part of a cow, but located on the back of your lower leg. They are important for balance, walking, running and generally being human. When you tear your calf muscle it normally happens high up on the back of the leg. It’s similar to an Achilles tendon rupture – you could be walking or running and then you hear a pop and feel intense pain. In my case it felt like the muscle had left the bone. The muscle has major tears in the fibres … Continue reading Not Without My Calf! A true story of cows, muscle fibres and underinflated ego.
Flutter. A poem.
My heart beat Skips Flutters When you’re near Not a heart attack (At least I hope not) Not indigestion (Couldn’t be) Butterflies Nerves Anxiety Confusion (Obviously) If only I could Pull myself together Long enough To tell you How I Feel (Not the indigestion) Sometimes I’d like to punch Myself In The Face To wake me up So I could tell you How much I need you But by the time I get through All of this You’re gone Damn Continue reading Flutter. A poem.
The Dark. A poem.
The dark encloses me It is bloated and vampiric, just fed And I am a foetal ball of fear Nested in a womb of my own making And from this poverty of light There is no escaping Perhaps there is a tunnel’s end That in my blindness I cannot see But until then The dark encloses me Continue reading The Dark. A poem.
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