Ok so I’ve gotten to a bit of a stale state of mind, I’ve really needed something a little more creative to sink my teeth into to kick-start my motivation so, I’m going to strip back the visuals a little from what I was originally going to do, unify the imagery throughout the book to … Continue reading The Book – visual mess
Tag: Poetry
The Story – false memories
It has been weeks now since I last saw your face, I pushed you to the back of my mind and for the most part it worked. Today I closed my eyes and my mind created an image, a memory that has never been, in this false memory you are there in front of me … Continue reading The Story – false memories
The Words – bathe
I bathe my bones in a bath of salt White foam bubbles through my teeth I wonder out to the place we met Sand and shells beneath my feet Seagulls cry above my head Sharks do circle around my waist I stand still in our meeting place Hollow eyes search for your face
The Book – i sank
This is a post about me, my right now. I took a break, or some may say I broke, maybe it’s both? life got in the way or maybe it was a lack of life? Who knows, either way I needed to stop. Writing and putting this book together has not been easy, I dug … Continue reading The Book – i sank
The Story – stained glass
Rebuilding the walls after my first failed relationship took some time, I was so destroyed that for the longest time I almost didn’t realise that I’d actually been given one of the biggest gifts, confidence. I was stronger, I was a whole skill level up from where I had started, and things could only improve. … Continue reading The Story – stained glass
The Words – hate me, please
Hate me Chew on my bones and spit me out Make this easier for me You punish me with your kindness I know its love but hate me, please I punched a hole into your chest and ripped out your heart Are you not mad? Are you not bitter? As you tape your ribs back … Continue reading The Words – hate me, please
The Book – stupid o’clock
Hey everyone! Hope you all are well? I’m not sure if it's just me (probably is) but why the hell do I always get creative urges at stupid o’clock? Its ridiculous, without fail, at midnight or later I’d want to drag out the papers and cover the floor to brainstorm, or make a million … Continue reading The Book – stupid o’clock
The Story – he was 53
I messed up, I had left it too long and then it was too late. I was on my bus to work when I got the call, I was the first to arrive and I sat alone. I felt so small. He was always alright, and he was always in and out of hospital so … Continue reading The Story – he was 53
The Words – haunted
The night had crept upon us Rain was pouring down And I could hear the voices Past lovers all around Mistakes flashing before me Memories seeping in I tried my best to focus To make the memories thin The shadow in our darkness A replay of the past Déjà vu at work now Heartbreaks’ … Continue reading The Words – haunted
The Book – falling into place
Everything was falling into place, I started marking each piece of text with Spring, Summer, Autumn or Winter depending on the mood of the writing, this was tough because as with any type of text it can be interpreted in a thousand ways! The scary part was the huge contrast between the quantity of Autumn … Continue reading The Book – falling into place
Ryon Maverick 