Injure Eternity

Sometimes it’s just a matter of time
The time to take the time
To embrace the time
Having time enough that time is well spent

It’s a currency you can never have too much of
Or, if you think you have, then remember that
On your last day, with your last breath
A thin smile creases your ripped lips
As you think
How lucky I was, how blessed
And how great a fool

To think I could have had too much
Of a good thing
The greatest thing
And a far wiser man than me once said
When he was wandering the woods
And playing in trees
As if you could kill time without injuring eternity

On that one thing
And many more I’m sure
He couldn’t have been more right
Now and then we all have the time to write
To right the wrongs of words we never said
To say out loud the mantra that is crashing through our
Heads

But when few enough hear it and fewer still
Care, it becomes harder and tougher and well,
Leads to despair

So forgive me when these jaded green eyes
Impassive, pass right through you
I’ve seen far more than I care to see of apathy
And far too little of life to have a valid opinion
Not every poem can be a battle hymn
Not every verse can shake you
And this line is no elegy
Just promise that you’ll find time for me
And I’ll take the time to keep scribbling along

Spurting verses that sound better in one’s head
That on the pages that nobody has read
If rhyme doesn’t sound wrong then look for
No reason more
Than surface meaning not surfeit layers
Nor anything buried deeper
Than the skin
I’m just here to scratch itches not open up wounds

I’ve taken alliteration as far as I can
And wordplay innovations no longer hold you in ovation
I’ve shown all that I can give
And given far less than I should
Though it’s more than most care to hear

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Crush

A whispering waif waltzes in
Wailing wordless warnings
Wondering, wandering, waiting
Always waiting, seeking

Searching, scouring
Peeking, pacing purposefully
Back and forth
Four more times, tip toe wall to wall

Watching, listening then go forth
Never go thirds, split it right down the middle
Mainstream and diverting sharply from that little trickling
Babbling brook

You so carefully nurtured, aided and abetted but
You can’t fight nature
Blank faced and bemused
Why do you do what you do when you do what we don’t do son

Wake up, smell the roses
Or the daffodils and not the nightshade, never the nightshade
Dull and dark and drifting along
Rein it in and feel the rain of mediocrity
Running across your smooth sore skin

Hooray for hemlock said the first and
Last martyr, this world isn’t built for us
We who wonder what effect, weight
Tone and timbre tell us

Of your mindset, her mindset
Anyone’s mind, once it is set and firm
Immalleable and uncompromising
A battering ram against us aqueous fools

But you can’t crush water

Sent, I Meant

Sentiment; when she was sent you were meant
To seize it
For the gift it was
Heaven sent or by chance and luck

Five letters, a French letter or a red letter
They come once in a lifetime or don’t come at all
And you’re left with the sticky
Sickly sweet stench on your fingers

Hell yeah; part three
Part free
Part of me dies
Every time she slips through my clumsy grasp
Believe in yourself
In something, in nothing
And you’re here again
Forlorn, four long years

It’s formulaic
Lay her form down on the bed
Between the hope and the
Havoc and all the things you’ve done

So I went out, pulled out a piece of parchment
Pieced together, burnt out by her
Fire and a candle only flickers this bright
For a brief few seconds son

The gown still smells the same
Stays the same, sat in the same
Spot, same place on the bedroom floor where
She left it

And I forgot to thank her

Multi Media Hits

Good afternoon all!

Just a quick one. I’ve noticed that, despite my followers growing a little on here, my Facebook and Twitter pages are pretty dead. Now, if we want an audience for our writing, having a better following on Twitter and Facebook is important. I know that having Facebook “likes” isn’t the be all and end all (see my post Why I’ll Never Be Famous) but a social media presence can be important for aspiring writers.

My twitter is

http://www.twitter.com/realbrunners

On Twitter I will follow you back.

My Facebook is

http://www.facebook.com/iridescentfox

If you comment on this post to let me know that you’ve liked it and provide a link to your writing page then I shall like you back.

Hope we can all benefit mutually from this.

Wash Away The Stains

I don’t know your name but you

Have changed more than

I ever knew possible when I

First saw you standing there I never

Thought you could touch me in

Such a way, stranger, don’t speak

And kill this, don’t even move those

Lips

 

And i’m shaking in my soul, but you

Are still, cold and numb, and this is

Just how I love you, why I care

Because knowing nothing about you is

Why you stay perfect

 

You stand still with a light in your

Hand, stock still silent and holy

Stranger. The crowd in black rolls past

Won’t you hold me tighter.

I catch your eye and look away

Timeless, you are, just another

Example of life

Writing

I’m currently waiting for a major, scheduled, event in my life. I have very little to do with my time at the moment so I decided to turn back to writing to keep myself entertained. This idea came to me when I was recently assigned a “speed typing” task. I set about splurting out a short story about a young pregnant woman whose partner had left for unknown reasons and whom she hoped to see again shortly. I focused on her optimism, her hope and her longing. A quick glance at my neighbour’s screen reminded me of how my mind worked differently to others, they were writing about what they had done that day. I was so exhilarated by my creative endeavour and was reminded of how much I used to enjoy writing. So, in order to avoid boredom as I wait for the event, I have decided that I will channel my energies into three separate creative outlets;  this blog, a novel and a sitcom script. This blog will be about anything and everything I think up, things that annoy me, points I wish to address, replies to comments on previous blogs, what I am eating, the progress of my novel, the concept behind my sitcom etc.

My novel is one which I have long been planning to write; a modern ‘epic’. I don’t mean ‘epic’ in the way which most people have begun to use it, it has no positive or negative connotations. The word ‘epic’ doesn’t necessarily ascribe value to a work. I am using it to mean a long, sprawling, classically influenced opus. Ideally I want to capture the essence of humanity in the early twenty first century, the despair of youth, the hopelessness of our finite existence and the realisation that we have all been mislead and deluded by Hollywood and it’s idealisation of life. It might suck. As a first attempt it is probably ambitious. I’m enjoying writing it, so that’s important.

Finally, the sitcom. I have been writing sitcoms for about 7 years. I have written, and performed, in two radio sitcoms for my university radio station and one televised one for their online tv channel. These experiences taught me two things; firstly- I cannot act, secondly- a surprising amount of university drama students cannot read or cannot correctly enunciate and B- I am inconsistent. I have also written a full 30 page episode for a tv sitcom which was sent to, and duly rejected by, the BBC. At first I flattered myself into thinking that this rejection was because my wit and wordplay could not be sold to the mainstream but now I realise that writing a 30 page script over the course of four years and with dozens of edits and thematic changes can only lead to a bit of a mess. So this new script is completely original and is flowing nicely. I’ve always had a problem with plot and story arcs, being more at home with wordplay and joke writing but this one actually has a direction.

I may feature excerpts from the script and novel or discuss them further in later blogs. I’m gonna get out of my dressing gown now. It’s 1:32pm.