Wednesday 30 January 2013
Two shiny red boots.
Despite their differences,
they're the same.
One slightly longer,
the other, wider.
Black laces on one,
navy blue on the other.
The first is stronger,
the second, weaker.
The left often behind,
the right in front.
Both have tears, specks of
dirt and creases,
but no shoes are perfect.
For them to be apart is
unimaginable.
Together they should stay,
side by side,
one tagging along behind,
the other running ahead.
No shiny red boot should be
left behind.
Of course, one shoe always
is.
One day, they will part.
One will become lost,
forgotten,
as if they had never been a
pair.
I have had the craving to write limericks for ages then my fingers typed these... enjoy?
There once was a girl who loved lace,
then she disappeared with no trace.
they found her head
at the foot of my bed,
now no more they praise her grace.
Once a man who liked the dark
got startled once in the park,
Jammed my knife in his spine
then laughed at his whine,
serves him right for his vulgar remark.
There was once a woman cried
she made no attempt to hide
So I killed her quick
hit her with a brick
She'd have lived if she didn't lie
There was a dog who peed on my leg.
he then had the nerve to beg,
I shooed him away
yet another stray
the only one I didn't want dead.
There once was a girl who loved lace,
then she disappeared with no trace.
they found her head
at the foot of my bed,
now no more they praise her grace.
Once a man who liked the dark
got startled once in the park,
Jammed my knife in his spine
then laughed at his whine,
serves him right for his vulgar remark.
There was once a woman cried
she made no attempt to hide
So I killed her quick
hit her with a brick
She'd have lived if she didn't lie
There was a dog who peed on my leg.
he then had the nerve to beg,
I shooed him away
yet another stray
the only one I didn't want dead.
Tuesday 29 January 2013
You've changed the course of history
And didn't even try
And didn't even try
- Ghost
N/A: I had a go at writing (somewhat of) an intro to a Gothic short story... I tried. ;___;
-- -- -- -- --
“It had been several months since I’d been contacted by Mr Falden,
and I was beginning to feel anxious. I knew his work as foreman kept his busy,
but he was always able to find the time to write, and a letter would be
arriving at my door within weeks. I eventually succumbed to the decision of
paying him a visit. Was it that he simply forgot of my existence? Or is the
matter much more estranged than that? I’ve gathered necessary provisions for my
journey to Aldwater Keep, and should be there in 5 days.”
I looked up from re-reading
the letter I had written some days earlier; I’d been able to make it to
Fogswick, the village surrounding the inclination which the castle stands upon,
in just 3 days – though it was becoming dark and I knew I must make my way to
the keep soon, unless I wished to freeze to death. It seemed that luck resided
within me for the time being, but not upon the vacant village; the cold, eerie
silence was enough to tell me that. The centre of the establishment looked to
be an old marketplace, but it was obvious that it hadn’t been used for a
number of generations, as the wooden stalls and boxes were crumbling at the
touch, and materialised on the earth was a layer of white; at first glance it
appeared to be snow, but was fine and supple – my carriage-driver assured me
that it was the ash from a fire burned a great many years ago, though I’m not
sure I completely believe him. The houses, apart from the burst of white
staining their exteriors, were mostly greys made of smoothed, weathered stone,
with strokes of black grazing the walls in unfamiliar patches where the paint refused to be dislodged. I made my way from the village centre and into a cluster of
houses and, I noticed, as I peered through the grubby windows, a small candlelight shining in each of the houses, consisting of various sizes and luminosity. Curiosity overcoming me, I turn to my driver:
“How are the candles still
aglow if the village is deserted?”
Monday 28 January 2013
Oh! if I'd known the road was broken --
I would not have breathed the stars,
drowned my head in brackish oceans,
trekked over black earth so far.
God! if I'd known the track was beaten --
I would not have swam through fire,
ate the blood fruit from sweet Eden,
prophesied my funeral pyre.
Ha! if I'd known the path was undone --
I would not have danced with fervour,
engraved myself in shapes of sun,
loved you how I loved the cold air.
I would not have breathed the stars,
drowned my head in brackish oceans,
trekked over black earth so far.
God! if I'd known the track was beaten --
I would not have swam through fire,
ate the blood fruit from sweet Eden,
prophesied my funeral pyre.
Ha! if I'd known the path was undone --
I would not have danced with fervour,
engraved myself in shapes of sun,
loved you how I loved the cold air.
Friday 25 January 2013
In an Ancient Place,
in the middle of a field,
by the edge of a pond,
our hero is revealed.
Sam Donaldson sits,
in the driving rain,
watching it fall and
lamenting his pain.
He's picking his nose
as he contemplates life,
and the despicable cad
who's run off with his wife.
Bobfry Herpledink,
the landowner's son,
their passions aflame
before the affair had begun.
But, Sam conceded,
with remarkable haste,
what he hated most about Bobfry
was his terrible taste.
Sam's wife was a looker,
that's not what he meant:
it was the shade of Bob's wallpaper
that caused Sam offence.
He really detested
Bob's gaudy rose walls
But Sam's wife 'Queen of Red'
was clearly enthralled.
Every wall at Herpledink Manor
was painted crimson red:
that's what made her leave Sam
alone in his bed.
Well, when I say alone,
that's not strictly true:
a dancing bear kept him company,
a dancing frog too.
They helped him get over
that bitch who loved red,
and rather than get angry
he took a design course instead.
So now he designs interiors
for the good and the great,
which stops him being consumed
by anger and hate.
But as Sam sat by the pond
and considered his lot,
he remembered something
he'd completely forgot:
the 20 tins of green paint
that were sitting in his shed,
and a plan for revenge
formed deep inside of his head.
He'd sneak into Bobfry's Manor
And paint it deepest green
while decorating his own walls
the brightest red ever seen.
Fast forward 10 years
Sam and wife live in bliss,
as his interior re-design
had ended with their kiss.
in the middle of a field,
by the edge of a pond,
our hero is revealed.
Sam Donaldson sits,
in the driving rain,
watching it fall and
lamenting his pain.
He's picking his nose
as he contemplates life,
and the despicable cad
who's run off with his wife.
Bobfry Herpledink,
the landowner's son,
their passions aflame
before the affair had begun.
But, Sam conceded,
with remarkable haste,
what he hated most about Bobfry
was his terrible taste.
Sam's wife was a looker,
that's not what he meant:
it was the shade of Bob's wallpaper
that caused Sam offence.
He really detested
Bob's gaudy rose walls
But Sam's wife 'Queen of Red'
was clearly enthralled.
Every wall at Herpledink Manor
was painted crimson red:
that's what made her leave Sam
alone in his bed.
Well, when I say alone,
that's not strictly true:
a dancing bear kept him company,
a dancing frog too.
They helped him get over
that bitch who loved red,
and rather than get angry
he took a design course instead.
So now he designs interiors
for the good and the great,
which stops him being consumed
by anger and hate.
But as Sam sat by the pond
and considered his lot,
he remembered something
he'd completely forgot:
the 20 tins of green paint
that were sitting in his shed,
and a plan for revenge
formed deep inside of his head.
He'd sneak into Bobfry's Manor
And paint it deepest green
while decorating his own walls
the brightest red ever seen.
Fast forward 10 years
Sam and wife live in bliss,
as his interior re-design
had ended with their kiss.
Wednesday 23 January 2013
This is just based on the idea of a story of someone questioning where to go from where they are I suppose... Hope it is as interesting to read as it is to write.
14/11/12
Well, this is strange, I have been panicking a little recently about little things I looked it up and I do not agree what the internet has been telling me. Apparently I have some sort of anxiety disorder but I find that hilarious this is the internet what does it know about me from a few questions but it had a recommendation to talk to someone so I thought I would talk to my self instead so... hello diary?
I feel a little girly calling it a diary but I suppose that is what it is.
My day? Is that where I start? Well I got up did some simulations and came back here to my apartment alone. I don't even know what I am trying to achieve anymore with my thesis, I suppose I am trying to work out the non ionized electrons in superconductors move at different currents but that's irrelevant and you don't care.. why would you care your a word document you don't have feelings you don't understand or think. Basically I don't know where to go from where I am and there is no help anymore not real help. I finished in the top 5 of my class, managed to bag my self a research post and then I can't even manage to do a competent introduction and I am one month in.
Sometimes I feel I shouldn't have gone into physics I mean it makes me "happy" in a sense that it is the closest to happy I have ever manage to find but what can I achieve in the grand scheme of things? Well I suppose what can anyone achieve from life?
Non of that matters though. It's is all just something I have to do I suppose just sometimes it feels like the world is caving in on me until the world seems so close to me that I can no longer breath or move and it was fine it used to be when I was alone with a calculation I couldn't figure out and usually I would get over it and just continue but It happened in the computer lab today in front of this third year, she got me a glass of water and sat me down and as soon as I felt I could move of my own accord I just apologized and left. That was the most embarrassing moment of my life. I admit this is a problem but its not anything that wont go away.
Well it was nice talking to me and well I feel kind of better. Who knows Maybe this might actually me a semi decent solution.
anyway night?
15/11/12
So it's Thursday morning. I am sat here with my coffee and well I feel I should admit because only I can read this anyway I mean who else is going to see my laptop? so it's a bit more than I don't know what to do with physics, I don't know what to do with anything anymore. I did physics because I could do it I got decent grades and no point doing something you can't do but I don't care about it and I don't remember caring about anything. here I am 22 a full grown man living on my own but I just can't see why I should do anything. I wish I didn't do theoretical physics I sit on my own in my room writing programs for 30 seconds worth of a simulation. I wish I was good at something that was important I can't draw to save my life, I tried to play guitar but my fingers are too big and clumsy and I can't even talk to women normally. I say this I tell my self it can't be as bad as I make it out to be I just need to get out more I suppose. I am going to buy a copy of halo 4 today and just occupy my self with that and just get through my doctorate and just keep going its all you can do. but sometimes I wish I was free to just... I am not going to say it but yeah that's enough writing for now I think.
OK well that was a productive day. spent chasing up a load of references of "recommended reads" of others work and I have read them all before its not exactly ground breaking research now is it. I got my game though and its pretty awesome can't wait to get back to it I am only here while I am waiting for the chips to cook I have about 20 minuets yet.
I saw that woman again I sort of walked in the opposite direction when I saw her and hid behind the corner which sounds a bit pathetic but I don't lie talking to people unless I have to. I hate people and I hate being alone what can you do.
But you know what life's good. I have a crate of cider waiting for me in the fridge and a load of noobs to thrash on infinity. Is it sad that that is the highlight of my life so far, probably ever I mean what am I going to do anyway that's worth anything? well maybe its not but I can't remember anything else it's all just sort of a grey-ish blur.
FOOD SMELLS READY!!! "DIP THE MASHED POTATOES IN THE BARBOQUE SAUCE YUM YUM GIMMY!" it popped into my head and I felt the need to quote tobuscus OK? http://youtu.be/hmCxs2_ztPE
but what I was going to say was time to drown my chips in sauce
Monday 21 January 2013
Out of the room the teacher stepped.
Hence came an eruption of glee from the children’s roar.Into the playground the competitors leapt,
Out on a mission to increase their score.
Subsequently started the munching, munch munch
And little echoes of giggling.
And then the beginning of scrunching, scrunch scrunch
And soon after, scenes of wiggling.
Then came the athlete’s slurp,
As they drank with a smile.
A burp,
And then once more began the chattering for a while.
Soon later diffused the screaming,
As the footballers began tumbling.
And then the goals and footballers beaming.
Next, the arrival of the real battle and the opposition mumbling.
The faces of the players’ almost seemed wrinkled
As the allies finally came advancing.
Their eyes, like stars, twinkled;
And as they amplified the score, came the passionate dancing.
Sadly, it was then time for the bell to ring.
Consequently, the athletes returned inside, in full swing.
Thursday 17 January 2013
She caught a glimpse of me in the glass;
She saw into the caverns and darkest corners of my mind.
She frowned as though she knew that all the light combined could not light the way.
She caught a glimpse of me in the glass;
She saw me shudder and knew it not caused by cold,
She reached out as though maybe she could have controlled then drew back.
I stared Back while we paused to hold breath in sync;
I pushed my glasses up to hide my eyes so no one again would see
We walked on as we both agree,
Mirrors are an unpleasant sight,
They leave your soul haunted at the depths of night,
For when I glanced back at her I saw no more than spite,
While I stood and trembled with fright.
She saw into the caverns and darkest corners of my mind.
She frowned as though she knew that all the light combined could not light the way.
She caught a glimpse of me in the glass;
She saw me shudder and knew it not caused by cold,
She reached out as though maybe she could have controlled then drew back.
I stared Back while we paused to hold breath in sync;
I pushed my glasses up to hide my eyes so no one again would see
We walked on as we both agree,
Mirrors are an unpleasant sight,
They leave your soul haunted at the depths of night,
For when I glanced back at her I saw no more than spite,
While I stood and trembled with fright.
Wednesday 16 January 2013
Hi again....
We are also planning a spoken word event in the library with readings of poetry, short stories, songs, music and such things. It's going to be on a Wednesday in February after the exams. It's going to be a very informal, fun, creative gathering of friends and a great way to share your brilliant writing... and there will be cake.
So... Have you got something you can perform? If yes, please let me know (m.sharples@stmarysblackburn.ac.uk or in person) so I can start putting together a list of who will be involved.
Also, if you don't want to share your work, please come anyway and support those brave souls who perform!
See you next Wednesday,
Mary
We are also planning a spoken word event in the library with readings of poetry, short stories, songs, music and such things. It's going to be on a Wednesday in February after the exams. It's going to be a very informal, fun, creative gathering of friends and a great way to share your brilliant writing... and there will be cake.
So... Have you got something you can perform? If yes, please let me know (m.sharples@stmarysblackburn.ac.uk or in person) so I can start putting together a list of who will be involved.
Also, if you don't want to share your work, please come anyway and support those brave souls who perform!
See you next Wednesday,
Mary
Hi Creative Folks...
We are putting together an anthology to print with work from all you amazing creative geniuses (or genii...?) including poetry, songs (lyrics and chords too if you want!), short short stories, interesting sentences etc...
It will be printed professionally and we are hoping to sell copies of it and look into making it available on Amazon in a hard copy and as a kindle download. It's such an exciting opportunity to have your work in print and to share it with a wider audience!
So, we have about 30 pages to fill with your work and also drawings to accompany some of the writing. There is enough room to have a couple of pieces of work printed in it so if you are interested, please send me your contributions either attached to an email (m.sharples@stmarysblackburn.ac.uk) or post them on the blog.
Also, if you haven't been to the group for a few weeks - come back! Exciting plans are afoot...!
Mary
We are putting together an anthology to print with work from all you amazing creative geniuses (or genii...?) including poetry, songs (lyrics and chords too if you want!), short short stories, interesting sentences etc...
It will be printed professionally and we are hoping to sell copies of it and look into making it available on Amazon in a hard copy and as a kindle download. It's such an exciting opportunity to have your work in print and to share it with a wider audience!
So, we have about 30 pages to fill with your work and also drawings to accompany some of the writing. There is enough room to have a couple of pieces of work printed in it so if you are interested, please send me your contributions either attached to an email (m.sharples@stmarysblackburn.ac.uk) or post them on the blog.
Also, if you haven't been to the group for a few weeks - come back! Exciting plans are afoot...!
Mary
Monday 7 January 2013
Although I sailed to foreign countries
Sadness did not linger in my mind
- Ged A Sheol
A/N: My cat died before Christmas, and I had a dream about him last night so something compelled me to write a poem for/about him. Idk. By the way; he wasn't a kitten when he died, it's a metaphor - I showed my friend and he looked like he was going to cry because I didn't tell him that.
- - - - -
I can't help but see
The empty section of the bed
Where you would sleep
Leaving no space for my head
The black furs aligned
All muddled and misled
Really, you were kind
Despite the scratches you did imbed
So although I'm sad you're gone
I'm glad of the joy you spread
In the pictures I've kept you live on
An old friendship retread
Zak, the kitten
Zak; the king
Knight of Britain
Keeper of the Ring
Yet nothing like Gandalf
Galadriel, or Elrond either
So, I'll say on their behalf
I never met a greater creature
Friday 4 January 2013
Hi everyone,
I don't know about you guys, but I'm going to endeavour to write more this year. I found this 365 day writing challenge for the new year, which basically gives you a writing prompt everyday. Some of them may be a bit depressing/not everyones cup of tea but I thought I'd post it here incase anyone was interested - just click here!
Happy new year. :)
I don't know about you guys, but I'm going to endeavour to write more this year. I found this 365 day writing challenge for the new year, which basically gives you a writing prompt everyday. Some of them may be a bit depressing/not everyones cup of tea but I thought I'd post it here incase anyone was interested - just click here!
Happy new year. :)
Thursday 3 January 2013
Her coat dropped from her shoulders to her ankles. Initially the coat had been a pure black coat but she had spent hours interweaving colours on it's surface. The cottons caught the clouds' glow. Rosa was a bit of a strange one, she hated being looked at but she knew that people would, so she would give them something at least half decent to look at. The emptiness of the streets allowed her footsteps to echo down the road.
Everything apart from her seemed to resonate muted colour, the lights were blue white, the sky was blue-white, even the trees seemed to lack their natural colour and was replaced by a darker blue.
Her work clothes felt uncomfortable as she walked. The white trimmings pushed against her up most thigh.
Despite everything that had occurred she felt safer at work than anywhere else. Despite that Robin appeared a bit of a sleazeball he wouldn't let anything happen to his girls. More than once she had thought of talking to him about what was going on but was she really worth worrying over? Her fingers trembled. Everything she got was exactly what she deserved.
She walked under sign above her and continued on to her locker. This was the closest place she had to a home, not somewhere to live but to people who would care for her. The girls stuck together; it can be hard keeping your self together and everyone there had their own story. Only Paloma knew what was going on. Just so happened the night before her and Rosa had a bit of a wild night.
"Yo, Rosa, happy Christmas"
"Yeah you too" she looked away to the floor.
"Oh relax you didn't do anything that stupid last night" her eyes flashed while she spoke just for a second as though remembering something that she dare not speak of.
"Are you sure?"
"I am sure, don't worry" Paloma giggled. She had white hair that was very short, it clung to her head tightly with neat little curls. When you looked at her if not for the colour of her hair you could imagine her to have walked straight out of a party in the nineteen twenties and her tendency to wear very unfitted clothes outside work only emphasis this look.
They stood together in their work attire. Half the girls in the room were wearing a variation of Santa's Little Helpers clothes which where all the less tasteful but at least they where only on waitressing duties.
Rosa sighed "Time to go sell ourselves."
"God you make us sound so cheep come on, have fun with them."
Rosa's smile quivered slightly before Robin came behind her and patted her on the shoulder. "Hey you're up, someones been asking for you" He winked at her. She hadn't told him about Alex, this had been going on for months and she thought that he might be busy with some family or something, today of all days.
Paloma gave her a nudge "TALK TO HIM"
"No its pointless I mean I am not worth bothering over it will be fine like you say 'Everything's going to be alright'."
"Yeah it will if you talk to him about it and sort this whole thing out, if you just leave it it will only get worse."
"I will be fine." She flicked her hair as she walked through the curtain door and as she left a cocktail of alcoholic beverages wafted its scent into the dressing room.
Everything apart from her seemed to resonate muted colour, the lights were blue white, the sky was blue-white, even the trees seemed to lack their natural colour and was replaced by a darker blue.
Her work clothes felt uncomfortable as she walked. The white trimmings pushed against her up most thigh.
Despite everything that had occurred she felt safer at work than anywhere else. Despite that Robin appeared a bit of a sleazeball he wouldn't let anything happen to his girls. More than once she had thought of talking to him about what was going on but was she really worth worrying over? Her fingers trembled. Everything she got was exactly what she deserved.
She walked under sign above her and continued on to her locker. This was the closest place she had to a home, not somewhere to live but to people who would care for her. The girls stuck together; it can be hard keeping your self together and everyone there had their own story. Only Paloma knew what was going on. Just so happened the night before her and Rosa had a bit of a wild night.
"Yo, Rosa, happy Christmas"
"Yeah you too" she looked away to the floor.
"Oh relax you didn't do anything that stupid last night" her eyes flashed while she spoke just for a second as though remembering something that she dare not speak of.
"Are you sure?"
"I am sure, don't worry" Paloma giggled. She had white hair that was very short, it clung to her head tightly with neat little curls. When you looked at her if not for the colour of her hair you could imagine her to have walked straight out of a party in the nineteen twenties and her tendency to wear very unfitted clothes outside work only emphasis this look.
They stood together in their work attire. Half the girls in the room were wearing a variation of Santa's Little Helpers clothes which where all the less tasteful but at least they where only on waitressing duties.
Rosa sighed "Time to go sell ourselves."
"God you make us sound so cheep come on, have fun with them."
Rosa's smile quivered slightly before Robin came behind her and patted her on the shoulder. "Hey you're up, someones been asking for you" He winked at her. She hadn't told him about Alex, this had been going on for months and she thought that he might be busy with some family or something, today of all days.
Paloma gave her a nudge "TALK TO HIM"
"No its pointless I mean I am not worth bothering over it will be fine like you say 'Everything's going to be alright'."
"Yeah it will if you talk to him about it and sort this whole thing out, if you just leave it it will only get worse."
"I will be fine." She flicked her hair as she walked through the curtain door and as she left a cocktail of alcoholic beverages wafted its scent into the dressing room.
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