Of Bits of String and Flying Things

15.08.10 – Maybe Tomorrow

admin — Sun, 15 Aug 2010 21:54:22 +0000

Every night before I go to bed I make a wish.

Not on any star or stone, but just out loud to the darkness and the ceiling.

The wish that one day I’ll wake to find the words that describe the person I am that I’d be proud to shout as loud as I could up and down the streets.

But every morning I wake up still me and think ‘Nope, not today.’

14.08.10 – Byron tends to rub off on you

admin — Sat, 14 Aug 2010 13:52:08 +0000

the white ones loom so punently bright

in this long night’s thick moonlight

reflecting towards mine distant eyes

the solemn silence of forgotten cries

while the black ones absorbed

the rays of that light orb

admitting loudly in this twilight hour

that sorrow rests here forever more

and memory fades into the darkened sky

just as every star is doomed to die.

09.08.10 – Bits and Bobs from Twitter

admin — Tue, 10 Aug 2010 00:37:32 +0000

“Despite the smile and the laughter, unbridled rage was all her body contained.”

“His greatest enemy was his only friend as the memory of a home was lost forever.”

30.07.10-Monsters aren’t always in the Dark

admin — Fri, 30 Jul 2010 14:13:08 +0000

we went down
the guns went up
monster swarmed
and darkness blinked

you stung the pain
broken bones mended
but you met the fists
again and again.

I struck the walls
in search of a door
but I hit the bricks
over and over

we slunk to the floor
soul assault covered
clutching bad moods
exhausted and bled

29.07.10 – The Good Old Days

admin — Fri, 30 Jul 2010 00:24:37 +0000

Oh this takes me back to the good ol’days.

When a dime of coke still cost a 20 and pay phones were still a quarter.

When we’d all hang out at Metro, which was still called Dominion, eating no-name Oreos because we’d spent all our money on blow.

It was the late 90′s…

tbc

13.05.10-Food’ll kill ya

admin — Thu, 13 May 2010 14:08:32 +0000

She lived her life by fortune cookies and died by the chow mein.

09.02.10 – Our Lines Blur Together

admin — Tue, 09 Feb 2010 22:20:44 +0000

‘We all have our own scars.’ You said to me one night.

‘I don’t want my own.’ I countered, rather petulantly I realize now upon reflection, ’I want to share them all with you.’

We hide ours scars and then our secrets until one day we look over and we’re sharing our beds with strangers.

18.01.10 – A Small Digression

admin — Mon, 18 Jan 2010 04:45:15 +0000

I am and always will be very fond of Kurt Vonnegut.

So this must be posted as a little homage to one of my greatest influences and a saying that helps keep me sane.

17.01.10 – Excerpt

admin — Mon, 18 Jan 2010 04:12:41 +0000

As you walk down the street you can’t help but think of the old days when you wished with ever step that death would greet you in the next. But today, you can think only of the fact that you have a hole in you shirt. It wasn’t even a big one and with your arm down at your side, it couldn’t even be seen…

04.11.09 – Reflections on ‘Fine’

admin — Thu, 05 Nov 2009 03:49:54 +0000

An excerpt of a new short story I am writing.

It was a chance meeting on the street, an inescapable occurrence in the city. We’d last spoke only days ago, one of our marathon phone chats, but you looked at me as if we’d never met —newly acquainted friendly strangers.