Mar 31
Words And Such hate View Comments
Hatred, and lies
for those that we despise
so we rant and we wait
until they boil, dissolve, fade
but wait
they don’t
they simmer
and stew
until the hatred is renewed
so we simmer and stew
and we rant and we wait.
Jan 21
Its golden fingers graze the blushing contours of the earth,
and stretch over dew to quench its thirst.
The haze of morning clears from its eyes,
The sun’s arms outstretched, motioning the world into action.
Gently dislodging the first signs of life.
Cars drone in the distance, birds sing near-by.
The sun is awake; warm, bright,
It’s time to get up now.
Goodnight Night.
Dec 16
But the sun hasn’t woken yet…
These words I write; a haze of tired words and lines
belie the bright and vibrant hues,
that fill my dull and boring views
and dreams, streaked colours of the summer.
But the sun hasn’t woken yet…
Nov 04
Not wanting to feel left out I thought I would join in with this writing lark also. Here are some snippets from the opening chapter.
Nina’s eyes popped out of what was left of her back. Why oh why had she opened that tomb? The sand turned red. This was because she was bleeding on it. Blood – ruby-red blood, her blood. Blood… and piss and shit. This was the worst day of her life.
Something was pouring from his mouth. He examined his sleeve. Blood!? Blood. Crimson copper-smelling blood, his blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. And bits of sick.
Mike stared in disbelief as his hands fell off. From them protruded millions of maggots. Maggots!? Maggots. Maggots. Maggots. Maggots. Maggots. Maggots. All over the post office floor, in Leytonstone.
Sep 29
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