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five minutes

Five minutes before I die, give me something to write with. Give me paper, a book even, I'll scribble over that summer's day sonnet if I have to. Let me write 'I love you' to those that matter dearly - Father, mother, sister, brother, lover, friends. Let me say I'm sorry that I had to leave. Even though I'm not immortal and one day, we all die, I'm sorry, I feel sorrow to say goodbye. Life is terrible and beautiful, and I loved every second - even when I didn't. Let me think on the things I love, the warm blanket, the sun rays through the window in winter, the moon with its faint blue ring, the stars, and their infinity when I tried once

the trap of memory

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the trap of memory

At night, he is hanging by his feet. His house spins on the tip of its slated roof, discoloured with age and neglect. The three skylights scan the road and garden in a slow, circular patrol. Above, reclining in her seat, Cassiopaea strips away the foundation, yanking the rusted plumbing from its holdings. Inside, he does not wake. He does not know. - The alarm blared unpleasantly. Andrew opened his eyes, watching the beginnings of sunrise filter through the linen curtains. 5am. He didn’t need to check. The shower’s lukewarm pisswater trickled down his back, barely enough to shift the bubbles of shampoo from his hair. Grumbling,

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snowballs from a nebula

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snowballs from a nebula

I blinked to clear the stars clouding my vision, but those pinpricks of distant eternity only bore down upon me with greater fervour. The universe continued to expand and I expanded with it, my bones stretching apart. I was a constellation, newly born, but no frozen snapshot of legend. My breast rose and fell, blood rushed through the intricacies of my arteries and veins. My fingers danced, searching for what filled the vacuum. When I woke, I would remember nothing but for now I wandered the fields of creation, lost within my element. My figure had become translucent, the field of atoms spread so thinly that when light passed through me it
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five minutes

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five minutes

Five minutes before I die, give me something to write with. Give me paper, a book even, I'll scribble over that summer's day sonnet if I have to. Let me write 'I love you' to those that matter dearly - Father, mother, sister, brother, lover, friends. Let me say I'm sorry that I had to leave. Even though I'm not immortal and one day, we all die, I'm sorry, I feel sorrow to say goodbye. Life is terrible and beautiful, and I loved every second - even when I didn't. Let me think on the things I love, the warm blanket, the sun rays through the window in winter, the moon with its faint blue ring, the stars, and their infinity when I tried once

the trap of memory

t

the trap of memory

At night, he is hanging by his feet. His house spins on the tip of its slated roof, discoloured with age and neglect. The three skylights scan the road and garden in a slow, circular patrol. Above, reclining in her seat, Cassiopaea strips away the foundation, yanking the rusted plumbing from its holdings. Inside, he does not wake. He does not know. - The alarm blared unpleasantly. Andrew opened his eyes, watching the beginnings of sunrise filter through the linen curtains. 5am. He didn’t need to check. The shower’s lukewarm pisswater trickled down his back, barely enough to shift the bubbles of shampoo from his hair. Grumbling,

melancholic

snowballs from a nebula

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snowballs from a nebula

I blinked to clear the stars clouding my vision, but those pinpricks of distant eternity only bore down upon me with greater fervour. The universe continued to expand and I expanded with it, my bones stretching apart. I was a constellation, newly born, but no frozen snapshot of legend. My breast rose and fell, blood rushed through the intricacies of my arteries and veins. My fingers danced, searching for what filled the vacuum. When I woke, I would remember nothing but for now I wandered the fields of creation, lost within my element. My figure had become translucent, the field of atoms spread so thinly that when light passed through me it

five minutes

f

five minutes

Five minutes before I die, give me something to write with. Give me paper, a book even, I'll scribble over that summer's day sonnet if I have to. Let me write 'I love you' to those that matter dearly - Father, mother, sister, brother, lover, friends. Let me say I'm sorry that I had to leave. Even though I'm not immortal and one day, we all die, I'm sorry, I feel sorrow to say goodbye. Life is terrible and beautiful, and I loved every second - even when I didn't. Let me think on the things I love, the warm blanket, the sun rays through the window in winter, the moon with its faint blue ring, the stars, and their infinity when I tried once

routine maintenance

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routine maintenance

Every year, they marched me to a hall full of clocks that pulsed synonymous with my clicking limbs. The watchmaker had tools for fingers - a screwdriver fifth; he pointed with pliers, and we grew large behind his splayed palms. The room was filled with clocks, freshly polished. Their metal frames gleamed, groaned as they curved into place on the tables, in spirals. 'You may begin.' My eyes glowed blue, too bright for quartz; head gears whirred too fast, my hamster heart. Dust shook from my hands; exhaled motes, dancing in steam, were cooled and dripped down the window. I sat, he cut open my head; pulled out gears, interrogated as he went.
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amaterasu no kiku

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amaterasu no kiku

The Sun was one to shriek with rage, some nights when moonlight shone and gently tugged the sea who rose up as a storm, made dark from scorn - where he could only roar, too far to reach. But soon he found a way to take revenge: a chance to tear apart her earthly wealth. It worked. In tears, the goddess made for flight to shelter in a cave of rock - her shell. All daylight vanished, only darkness left outside. Inside, her tears created life - from threads of sun sprung gold chrysanthemums that spread across the walls before her eyes. Uzume drew her out, they burst before her feet: tailed by light, her flowers soared.

'and I pity you'

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'and I pity you'

An old black box, recorded children at their most still, and loud. It remembered clicks of triggers, brightly coloured buttons; the rendered cartoon danced - jolts and shocks compelled him: ballerina bear, hiding the intermittent pain when the sprites attacked. Uncanny smiles, warm and fixed behind a quasi plastic sheen; a face too flat for toys that speak - they cannot flex their tongue or blink. Inside the box, our avatar felt fear radiate from us players, stealing through alleys made of code instead of brick, and choked with rain. He would defend us from the metal bin, a runt malign, overfilled with slime - it grew in size as anger ros

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little violone

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little violone

The earth for all its years could sing without me. Past the sky, the listening spheres sing without me. Deep in the woods, the nymphs and spirits flit through the old trees. They hear, but sing without me. Within my heartstrings hums the flesh of beasts, threads with no bloody veneer - sing without me. Now the crawling creatures are left alone while silvered sounding veins near sing without me. Carvings and curves of a feminine feel, like ink into her back seared - sing without me. Artists work my tongue with pen and horsehair - groups of musicians here won't sing without me. With ease, I can mimic the human voice; to great peaks I dive
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My Bio
Poet by name,
pretentious by nature.

There's a novel in my chest:
split my ribs, pull it out,
have a read -
bedtime literature.

I hope you
remember my
name, strange creature.

Blood Vow: A House of Night RPG - Blood Vow: A House of Night RPG

Current Residence: Sutton
Favourite genre of music: Alternative, Electronic
Operating System: Windows 7
MP3 player of choice: Ipod
Personal Quote: Insanity is a virtue.

Favourite Movies
In Bruges, Pan's Labyrinth, Drive Angry, Coraline, Amelie, LoTR
Favourite TV Shows
Castle, Doctor Who, Torchwood, Merlin, Bones, NCIS
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Madina Lake, Coldplay, Laura Marling, Seth Lakeman, Tom McRae
Favourite Books
Skulduggery Pleasant, House of Night, Night Shift, Demonata, The Hobbit, Sputnik Sweetheart
Favourite Writers
Anne Bishop, Tamora Pierce, Haruki Murakami, D.H. Lawrence
Favourite Games
Ms. Splosion Man, Team Fortress 2, All of the Jak and Daxter Series
Tools of the Trade
Pen. Paper. Brain. Life.
Other Interests
Music, Poetry, Reading, Sleeping
So, right now working on a blend between the structures of a villanelle and a ghazal. It's pretty interesting, so far. It's about spinners, the spiders I hate most.  This is the second spidery poem I've written recently - I'm thinking of doing a few ...

Looking for a technique

Looking for a technique

So I've just realized that in terms of of my writing ability, my poetry is strongest. In terms of recognition it's where I've had the most success. My flash fiction I think is okayish, hard to say, but none of my short stories seem that strong, annoyingly. I think part of it is because I write them like I do poetry: free write and go from there. It might have something to do with laziness, failing to really plan out and then waffling on, being weird for the sake of it. Maybe it's because I don't take the time to find the story in the mess and chip away at it till that's all that's left. Or at least, when I try I don't manage to follow throug
I wrote a poem! Sort of. Only a first draft. No idea what it is yet. Decided to personify pavement. It's a weird one.

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Thank you so much for the favs and collects!
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no prob! ^_^
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Thank for the watch! =D
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