Tuesday, 13 January 2015
Birthday poem for Ruth
Wednesday, 5 October 2011
Atoms and Matter
The ocean sighs relief, lost for words to say.
Wind turns stone to sand, as earth becomes man.
And all that was before will be again once more,
Ever growing, ever changing.
But all that was before will be again once more.
As the day dawns the sun gets out of bed,
Never growing tired of what lays ahead.
While zombies squander the daily gift of life,
Clueless offspring are left to pay the price.
A beautiful cycle drowning in greed.
some take what they want never mind what they need.
As he breathes his last breath, he slips from sight,
But he still remains like stars on a cloudy night.
Sunday, 18 September 2011
Things that live in the fridge
As she prized each condiment from the kicthen side, insects appeared and disapeared just as quickly. The satisfying end result combined with the smell of bleach made it well worth it.
next up was the fridge. When she opened the door she was met with a sour musky smell that filled the nostrils and tested her gag reflexes. She wasn't sure if the smell was old fish or old cheese or both, either way she would soon find out so she held her breath and began procariously removing items from the fridge...To be Continued...
Wednesday, 14 September 2011
First impressions/Canoa Intergration 13/09/11
Let me take this moment to explain something to you. When one travels alone, they have an instinctive guard which is raised more so than when travelling with a friend. This is because both mind and body become aware that it has only the self to rely on and so protective instincts kick in. And so finding the balance between intuition and instinct becomes a continuous struggle. Being open enough to still meet people and enjoy yourself, but not so much that all common sense goes out the window.
. Mike had been in Canoa for the past three months and considering it size, his extensive knowledge of the place was understandable. We exchanged travel stories and somewhere along the line the subject of what day it was came up. When I informed him it was Tuesday I was greeted with the same reaction I´d expect from a child if I said it was Christmas.
"It´s Tuesday, are you serious? Awwww heck, I can´t believe it! It´s Tuesday! My retirement fund comes through today! Geez thanks Hayley. Thanks a lot."
Never before have I ever met someone so genuinely happy to hear it was Tuesday. As the evening progressed he introduced me to a few friendly faces in the community as if I was his daughter in need of looking after. When the night was through we shook hands and as I began my short walk home I reflected on the evenings happenings. Once again life had taught me something which I thought I had already learnt. And just as pawns on a chess board do not get to decide their next move we too cannot choose which lessons to learn. So this was my gentle reminder that first impressions are only lasting for those who don´t have the time of day.
Monday, 12 September 2011
The windows to the soul 12/09/11
And as she sighs he gasps, breathing her scent in, wishing to taste her everything, as they lay there skin to skin. And as he holds her close, wrapped in his tight embrace, their hearts beating together, both at the same pace. She gazes up at him and looks into his eyes, for never before in her life, has she ever felt so alive.
Thursday, 14 July 2011
the meaning of life
Friday, 14 May 2010
Emily Brown
Jumping out of bed, I pulled on my dressing gown and made my way across the hall to her apartment. To my surprise her door was ajar. I braced myself for a split second before pushing the door wide open.
The hall was empty, all except for a rusty hammer which lay lifeless in the middle of the floor. I called sheepishly from the doorway,
"Lynsey? Lynsey are you OK?"
For a moment the screams stopped and then became even louder and more hysterical than before.
Taking a deep breath, I crept towards the deafening wails, hands shaking. Nothing could have prepared me for what I was about to see.
Lynsey sat unnaturally upright in bed, her skin a pasty yellow colour and covered with pink scratches. Her once long and beautiful, brown locks now resembled dread locks and she had patches of hair missing, which were scattered in clumps around her.
"Lynsey. What's happened? What's wrong?"
"Get out! Get the fuck out of here! I don't want you here! GET OUT!", she screamed.
I glanced around the room and noticed the floor and bed were covered in photographs torn to shreds. As I took a step towards her the pungent smell of sweat and urine filled my nostrils.
"What's going on? Tell me what's happened. Look at you your hurt, let me help you", I pleaded.
With this she slowly twisted her head to look at me, her black, empty eyes sent a chill down my spine, stealing the breath from my lungs. What she said next was precise and slow, her lips curled as she spat every word at me, dragging them out like an animal torturing her prey.
"Fuck you. You don' want to know. You think this is a game? You wanna play?" she began laughing uncontrollably.
"What?"
"GET OUT! GET OUT! GET THE FUCK OUT! GET OUT NOW!"
Confused and scared I fled from the room. Just as my hand grasped the handle for the front door she called to me.
"What?" I said
"Emily Brown" she moaned.
As if someone had knocked me from my feet I fell to my knees, the sound of forks scrapping a plate rang in my ears, every hair on my body stood on end. Acid burned in my throat, as bile rose from my stomach. My body became stiff and as I hit the ground, a cold and dead weight, the last thing I saw was her face.
Monday, 10 May 2010
Dreams
Tuesday, 20 April 2010
It Burns...
Her lips began to tremble. Her body began to ache. She tried to smile, but her smile was fake.
She tried to pretend. She tried to carry on. How could the right decision feel so wrong?
The pain submersed her body like acid to the skin. Slowly eroding away, except deep from within.
She knew she had hurt him, She knew he felt the same. It hurt even more to know of his pain.
She was careless. She was thoughtless. She was losing her mind. He was upset. He was angry and so neither were kind.
Two lost souls empty and broken, doomed to suffer an inevitable fate, their poison their only remedy.
Tuesday, 30 March 2010
The 10ft Castle
Tuesday, 23 March 2010
Hair Today. Gone Tomorrow.
Thursday, 18 March 2010
The End of The Beginning
It loomed over them consuming their every thought and action. The unspoken truth circled the air around them like the cold air of a bitter winter morning. Neither could speak of it for fear of what uncertainties it might bring. Whilst she knew she still loved him, she wasn't sure he felt anything anymore. Both would agree that although they cared for one another neither could relate to that once familiar phrase of being "In love". It wasn't a case of giving up or not fighting for it anymore... It was a case of having nothing to fight for. Both we're very different and although this once bought them together now it had began to rip them apart. Piece by piece. They needed to find a way to communicate again. Even if just as friends.
Monday, 8 March 2010
Hayley in the making
Friday, 5 March 2010
Karma
The next two days went past, she didn't lose any sleep over it, it was just that niggling annoying reminder that popped up every now and then and said,
"Hello. I'm still here".
When Friday came she almost didn't want to look at her bank balance. What was once an occurrence that she looked forward to, now today had became something she would learn to dread. As she typed in her Internet banking password, breath held and body stiff, her eyes scanned the page like a machine.
To her bewilderment her bank balance was triple the amount she had expected.
Its a sad situation. Its what everybody dreams of. But the reality was she knew this money wasn't hers and she knew eventually, someone somewhere would take it back.
She prayed it was a fuck up at the tax office that would go undiscovered. She knew this was Karma. She knew if she spent it as soon as the last Pound was gone, she would receive a letter explaining the situation and then a notice period to pay it back. This was going to be one very hard test. Did she live for the now and go out on a crazy blow out, or pretend its not there try and forget about it, then when the letter comes pay back the money that was never spent. Oh what to do?