Would you ever...?

Could you love

this pale, bloated and broken thing?

The Easy Life?

I would love to feel

the crimson hot surety

of self belief.

Adrift

Cast adrift by mutinous thoughts,

he is treated like jetsam.

He is flotsam, forgotten in the wake.

Thrown away; a claim without a stake.

Springtime

If I could take all the flowers

that bloom in the springtime,
I would bind them together with care

and twine a multi-coloured crown

to sit atop your sun-kissed hair.

A Moment of Clarity

The cut of your dress As it clings to your curves Slices my vision Like a blade across my heart

In The Blood

I bleed from every inch of me
I bleed for every inch of you

Washed Up

Tossed aside like flotsam
carried on your breaking wave.

The Lullaby of Thermopylae

Rest your weary head soldier,

lay your spear at your side.

The One That Got Away

I love the times that we talk together

I love the sound of your voice

The Dancer

She measures her time in memories

And through the lines on her face.

Marionette

Tugged by heartstrings
twirled around her slender fingers.

Stained Saints

Pain staring,

Reflected,
Through stained glass eyes
Resting on a world that I despise

There And Back Again...

         When I think about what books mean to me, I always remember back to when I was a child and my parents had a few books from the 1950's full of amazing facts about how things worked. These books were my first experience with the potential of the written word; they showed me all of the things I could discover about the world around me and more importantly, they showed me worlds that could be my playground. Places I could only dream of flowed from the pages and into my imagination, inspiring me to dream of far off places and of goals worth fighting for.

Adventuring in Skyrim (without taking an arrow to the knee)

         Skyrim. It's announcement made me salivate like a corporate fat cat on bonus day; I just couldn't wait to get my hands on it. Being a veteran of both Morrowind and Oblivion, I knew that we'd be in for a treat. Sure, I expected it to be buggy and it certainly was (is?) that. Flying horses, broken quests, a dragon flying backwards in a circle and the hilarious moment when you first get smacked into orbit by an angry giant.

The Girl and the Lake

She reflects upon the surface

As the cold wet arms of the lake

Take her in their deadly embrace.

Blank Regret

The spaces between the lines

Say more than this meagre rhyme

Can ever hope or ever wish.

Alone in the dark...

           Wild doe eyes darted back and forth, scanning the room in front of her, hoping she was alone.  She couldn’t see very well, the darkness had clawed its way through the kitchen slowly, transforming it into an unknown and danger filled cage.  The windows and patio doors were blank, uncaring; the darkness of the new moon outside promising to spill forth more of the unbelievable horrors she had seen tonight.  Her rich and deep brown eyes, usually captivating, were now dulled and watery, the stress taking its toll.  She started and had to stifle a scream as she heard a noise in the room.  Elizabeth held her breath, listening intently, adrenaline pumping through her body, making her shiver.  Fight or flight she thought fight or flight.  She used the words like a mantra, praying to her body not to fail her when the time came. 

What You Leave Behind...

The waves lapped gently at the shore as Jackie buried her toes in the sand. She took a deep breath, appreciating the cool night air as it soothed her throat and filled her lungs. It felt good to be alive. It felt good to look up at the moon, large and looming but somehow comforting in the clear summer night.  Jackie was blonde and in good shape; a fact she was decidedly proud of, being 38 years old and having had a child not so long ago. She’d previously lived a fairly privileged life, working part-time at the office while her husband went to work at his law firm. The law didn’t matter much anymore, not in any civilised way at any rate.