Rest your weary head soldier,
lay your spear at your side.
Sunday, 26 February 2012
Stained Saints
Pain staring,
Reflected,
Through stained glass eyes
Resting on a world that I despise
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.
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