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3 Sep



Not the raw unadulterated scream of a teenager

Not the scuttle of the spiders legs

Not the deep endless dark patrolled by the ranger

Not the large alien hatching eggs.




Not the thumping of the running

Not the nearly endless chase

Not the plan that thrives on cunning

Not the potential of death’s embrace.




But the sitting hear waiting

But the not knowing what to do

But the corrdiors that become grating

But the analytic review


Help me


I don’t know what is coming next

I don’t know if I’m okay

I don’t know how it got so complex

I don’t know how to keep the fear at bay.


This is my response to the daily prompt: Help


Personal Freedom

1 Sep

Relief, barrier broken

It’s time to welcome the flood.

I cry as if am broken,

Really I’m clear of the mud.


The rain is gone and I can see,

There’s the sun with its unadulterated glare

We were clearly never meant to be

Never again do I want to be there.


It hurt’s, letting go.

Freedom is mine

Why has it taken this long? I don’t know

On sweet peace, tonight I dine

Giving you up has been sublime.

Writers Block

30 Aug

Staring at the screen

Blank empty and glaring

I’m not sure what I mean

Creativity flaring.


Without inspiration

Without an idea

Without contemplation

No onomatopoeia


I write

I live

I fight

I forgive


Just a jumble of words

A little bit of drivle

On the wings of birds

I try to be civil


I try not to be lost.

There’s something I need to find.

I hope you don’t mind.


28 Aug

Looking back at it, you were the first

Standing there your crystalline blue gems

The ache is by far the worst

As I shortened my hems.


The soft little sigh with the gentlest of voices.

A depth that consumed me,

I made the most foolish of choices.

Longing for a dream, it never came to be.


Brightness in mind, not just in looks,

That fantastic sense of humour,

Wonderful taste in books.

Sometime a go, a brief little rumour.


Though I strayed from my goal

I’ve never gone very far.

With my tired worn out soul

I need to tell you, you’re my superstar.

You always will be.


This is my response to today’s daily prompt: Superstar

The nightmare: Hands

12 Aug

Scratch scratch scratch.

Hear the crack of Thunder

alone in the dense darkness,

be careful not to plunder.


Toss toss turn.

Shut the world out in the dead of night

don’t open your eyes, keep them shut.

Try to get to sleep and carry on the fight.


Shout shatter scream.

Don’t let the nightmare close in,

focus now, the trees wooden tendrils

scratching the window, jagged and thin.


Tap tap tap.

Straining the thin glass panels,

hearing it smash, break it all up.

Fear, try not to dampen the flannel.


Pant pant pant.

Reaching out to you clawing,

try not to scream as the hands wrap around.

Can you feel them gnawing?


This is my response to today’s daily prompt: hands


11 Aug
Bow My head as I look away.
Guilt building up, stomach aching
I can’t look at you, not today.
Gripping the bar, my heat is breaking.
The dreams the hopes the love the lies,
never so beautiful were my dreams.
Will we ever break these worn out ties?
It’s time to face the music and fight the salt water streams.
In awe of the power, the power of words.
No one has had such a perfect muse,
they haven’t ever flown on the wings of birds.
It is a privilege that I do abuse.
Can I ever really let you go?
Give my inspiration?
I think that answer is no.
Much to my distorted elation.
You happen to be of use to me,
to my endless despair.
Me and you wont ever come to be.
I guess I can work with that in the air.
This is my response to today’s daily post. 


10 Aug

Look in the mirror what do you see?

The on-going product of you and me.

Tired out eyes and dried up skin

A window to what lies within.

The screaming and shouting, still can’t say no

I don’t think I’ll ever quite let you go.

Then comes the night, dark, harsh and perfect

Every little inch I can’t help but inspect.

Long aching moments of childhood regrets

Saying goodbye I need to pay back my debts.

I’ll never forget this perfect little gift

I wish we hadn’t had to drift.

You’ll never know how much those words meant

Three sweet soft words perfectly spent.

I don’t think you get how much I’ll miss you

All I have left to say is my final adieu

Even though I don’t think I ever will.

This is my response to today’s Daily Prompt.