We all have our vices sins that are stitched into our skin desires that drive our dreams longings that linger in our lonely moments of reflection inhale and take it back fingers wrap around the answer to today as the lips kiss goodbye to yesterday and the heart makes a start at repairing for tomorrow … Continue reading Vice
It has been a while and for that I apologise. But the struggle with the black cloud is finally beginning to dissipate and with that comes a new (long overdue) update to my blog in the form of 'Rebirth'. Today the God of dreams deemed it to be that last night's imaginings would never … Continue reading Rebirth
Nicotine stained fingers grip this pen as the nib slips across this page. My brain needs to rest before reloading for another day, another level of the game and yet it shows no sign of logging off. I've spent far too much time throughout today yawning and craving sleep and now the opportunity presents itself … Continue reading I found this in my notebook
Just a quick update. I have been quiet, both posts wise and following wise. I hope to re-start my involvement with WordPress this weekend by reading your lovely blogs. Sorry I haven't been around guys, I haven't been too well lately.
The stars flicker I shiver Thumb and finger grip tight This pen is my lifeline The markings made are all mine Even when all the light dies This pen becomes my voice and eyes It shouts and it screams As I tear at the seams And even though I can't literally see In this pitch-black … Continue reading Lifeline
I should be in bed, attempting sleep, letting sweet sweet dreams wash over me (although, lets be honest, dreams these days are far from sweet, offering no promise. They are instead a black hole of nightmares that come crawling out from the corners of my eyelids to rip away the remaining light left in my soul). … Continue reading Too tired to think of a title
Fragments found in forbidden folds of memory threaten to forsake any hope of moving forwards.