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Literature
Medusa and the Blind Man
There was a man – a wandering soul
Who walked contented alone
Eyes clouded with experience
But grievances, he had none
"For I'm as free as one can be
And calmly I pace my miles.
No horrors on earth anymore to see
And all vain hope beguiled."
When – as in myth – this man once brace
Walked upon the gorgon's lair,
With fierce eyes, no mask disguised
Her many writhing hair
But he – eyes dim – held out a hand
And beckoned closer monster fair
And she, for he, at once confused
Took flight and left him there.
And so the man did find a stone
To sit and rest a time
With salted meat and water skin
Then swore he heard a sigh
For Gorgon watched – though from afar
But made no sense of living man
Thus curious, she did descend,
And hoarsely she began.
"Where came you from with mortal flesh,
And blood that cannot freeze,
Having calloused hands and roaming clothes
With rips upon your knees!
You look at me and do not still
Not strike me where I stand,
But sit with untiring c
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Literature
Ownership
Do not see too closely,
The garb it hides behind,
For all you know, 'tis mostly
A wretched, holey kind.
And if you seek to grasp it,
(this thing which I have woven),
Even the strength of mindful men,
Will not tear it open.
See now how the colours change,
Here and there new sights appear,
So just sit back for there's no need,
To own it yet, my dear.
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Literature
Contextualising
Here's one for the history
            books
Just don't mention politics
            religion
And certainly don't breathe a word of
           media
Or anything else of sizeable
            influence
Which may or may not allow
            your
Poetry to be misinterpreted by
            thoughts
Of context in the future.
Move along now, surely there's nothing to
           see?
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Literature
Addiction
Love is the sweetest addiction,
At the end you get what you deserve,
A lie’s still a lie by omission,
It’s a bullet you don’t want to swerve.
And the smell and the taste that lie hot on my senses,
Well there’s no other drug that comes close
And I’ll break down my walls and smash all my pretences
But it’s still just your love that I crave the most
It’s the most bitter nectar, it’s the cleanest of smoke
And it eats you alive piece by piece
And you’re so consumed by the words that they spoke
That you’re screaming inside for release
And I smile and I wait to come down from the high
'till I'm left with a feeling of guilt,
The words I should say just compose of 'goodbye',
But I doubt that I ever will.
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Literature
Four am
I understand them. Empty whiskey bottles. Empty bottles of port that will be neglected for a few days. The bin men don’t come until Tuesday anyway. A warm haze that descends and clenches in a pincer-like grip until words ooze out of you. Blood like dark blue ink trailing across a page. You get. Get Angry! Because you can’t write quick enough, and this is the best thing. The best thing! An important thing.
And it defines you.
I understand the empty bottles of wine ad cider. That four in the morning feeling. It’s not sleep, but you’re close, and in that moment you’re at your most truthful. But still you notice the grammar. Snort at your own discomfort and go back to amend. Go! Then run off as though from the school bullies. But it’s 4am and you’re absolutely fine in the quiet of your own room. There could be snoring but you don’t notice, as warm as you are. Whiskey. Brandy. Vodka. Special thoughts. Truthful thoughts, unlike so many others.
The mask
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Literature
Conversations
All that I can feel
Is the accuracy of a different hand
A ‘wonky’ piece of writing
That goes outside the lines
It’s simply the sight of a spring Sunday
On the clock, as my eyes stare at whiteness
And my ears
Listen to opinions that shan’t be silenced.
It’s different
This feeling to an hour ago,
When things were so ‘up in the air’
Moving through the circles without a care
When mind didn’t even begin to dare
Defy destiny and do the things of friends
And do to defy and if not, make amends
Opportunity and chaos intermingle
Between the clear blue lines of a neatly –
Fated page of script
In their hand.
Fail with me, my love, my dear, my heart
Narrowness , black and white removes all
Other particles of faith and choice
Pick me, before we fall.
Pick a photo – shop, let us edit
The original, so transient in our time
We memorise what – who we adore
And tip-ex all the rest.
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Literature
I used to be
You only hear a whisper
When I’m shouting you
And there’s now not a single mask
That you can see full through
And I’m dancing in the gutter
With the raindrops on my skin
But I’ve never been so happy
Since I let the learning in
As the filth swirls around my feet
My head is clean and wise
And I know now myself to be
My own perfect disguise
And the sharpened hunger of regret
Means that I am real
And with some pain I then let go
Of things those dreamers feel
Life should never be this hard
Or so they like to say
But the challenge makes me smile
So I cry ‘come what may’
Though my triumph is lost on you
I still look back to see
And look with bitter tenderness
At the me I used to be
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Literature
Peripheral Vision
And I'm just in your peripheral vision
so you might need to turn your head
and it's turned into my personal mission
to question all the words that you've said.
And you can pretend to not hear me
even though my lips are right near your ear
and you can just pretend to not feel me
even though I'm only standing right here.
And there's something that you want to ask me
when you have that whiskey on your breath
and you wonder and you wish to not be
so honestly scared to death.
But I'm just in your peripheral vision
'cause you don't dare to compromise
and you've already made that decision
'cause you're simply scared of lies.
But all I can ever be is truthful
even when you turn away
but if you're determined to be that careful
there's little more that I can say.
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Literature
She turned her face to me
Men watch entranced as the wheel is spun around,
See leaves age, wither, die, become reborn,
Breath is held and none dare to utter a sound,
And in a moment, men's souls are saved or torn.
And oh, how she is cursed by all she touches
Then praised and glorified in the next half smile,
None try to escape, to run from her clutches
For she is gracious, despite her sometime trials.
No other smile brings as much joy to men's hearts,
No other soft gesture brings them to their knees,
To her, all men fools, happy to play their part,
In exchange for a soothing of just one plea.
      Yet I rue the day she turned her face to me
      Since now my heart, can no longer my heart be.
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Mute Matinee
I forgot how to speak. Her tongue,
weak as a newborn lamb, struggled under the
syllables, the consonants, the vowels, for me.
I wanted to tell her so many things, but each time,
I opened my mouth to confess, I could not.
I formed the letters with her, aping as much as I prayed,
hoping for the next time, the next heartbeat,
I could tell her, I was dying to tell her, everything.
In the beginning I recited the best. I waxed,
I waned, I was the perfect liar.
Everything could be
explained. Doubts were for fickle, insecure
plebeians. I was emperor, king on high,
of her lies. I lied, until even I, began
to believe it. And when it happened,
I was just as surprised as she was.
Silent. I woke up silent as the tomb.
I could form no more lies. I could no longer
form any word of any king. When she finally left,
I stood still inside our room. The clock ticked.
I didn't remember what it signified, this teller of
the most basic thing---the when.
I could no longer interpret the bald langu
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We Walk Together
We walk together,
Silent.
There is no need for words,
Not here.
Butterflies land on yellow spring flowers,
Dancing away as we near.
Who has tread this path before us,
I wonder.
Old and wild,
This path has been left behind.
We know its secrets,
But as to who has walked we are blind.
Shadows race before us and at our heels,
Phantoms of what we are and what we have been.
Lupine smiles and god-aware eyes,
One that sees darkness and the other for lies.
A spectral flash of white purged with silver,
And one burden of blood to fall on the sacrifice's shoulder.
Untamed and carrying such responsibility,
We let them room free to dally and tarry.
Apparitions of warriors and mages flank your lines,
Where Illusions of fang and feather fallow behind.
We walk together,
Silent.
There is no need for words,
Not here.
We are who we have always been,
Content in our mortality.
I fear for you when your brown eyes shift away,
But mine are too dark to betray the thought.
We walk together.
Silent.
Not touching.
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Journal Entry: Tue Apr 20, 2010, 9:22 AM
  • Listening to: Show Me - My Fair Lady
  • Reading: Linguistic Critical Theory
  • Eating: Oranges
  • Drinking: Tea
I guess since I never update these blogs anymore, I should at least leave up something to do with my main project.

Inspired Quill, (or 'I.Q' for short – snazzy huh?) is a review and resource based literature website which endeavours to be accessible to anyone. We update every Monday, Wednesday and Friday!

We aim to be a platform for budding young writers and critics, allowing them to get their voices heard by an online community that cares about books and other forms of literature. We also wish to become a place where older, more experienced writers can also either re-establish themselves, or simply utilise this website to help and advise the next generation of wordsmiths.

If you would like to write on a flexible basis for Inspired-Quill, whether you're interested in articles, journalism (news) or being a literature critic, we would love to hear from you! Please note that all of these positions are voluntary, and are thus unpaid. Inspired-Quill is not a profit-making website, and the writers and administrators keep it functioning through an enthusiasm for the subject matter.

Email: sjslack@inspired-quill.com

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~Dancing through life
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Favourite cartoon character: Iron Man
Personal Quote: I keep meaning to actually sit down and do some writing...but life keeps getting in the way
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Quintega Featured By Owner Jan 21, 2014  Hobbyist Photographer
Hey long time no hear
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ameel Featured By Owner Mar 21, 2013
HAAPPYYY B-DAAYYYYYY
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stonehart Featured By Owner Mar 22, 2012  Student Writer
Happy Birthday, wonderful!
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jessicalharris Featured By Owner Jan 29, 2012  Student Filmographer
Read your emailsss :) :heart:
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jessicalharris Featured By Owner Jan 25, 2012  Student Filmographer
I used to talk to you all the time on my old account :iconmissmusicchick101: hey :} you okay? :squee:
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sjslack Featured By Owner Jan 25, 2012  Hobbyist Artisan Crafter
Hey there!

Indeed, I remember you. -Chuckles- I'm not too bad thanks, yourself?

Just had a look at your profile...it's a small world! I graduate from Leicester Uni on Friday. ;)
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jessicalharris Featured By Owner Jan 25, 2012  Student Filmographer
awesome :) I hoped you would remember me! and oh wow!! no way :o very small world!! Do you live in leicester? What do you study? :) :squee:
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sjslack Featured By Owner Jan 26, 2012  Hobbyist Artisan Crafter
Haha. No, I studied in Leicester for 4 years (graduating with my MA in English Studies tomorrow). But I'm still a big part of the Theatre society. I'm even in the 'Romeo & Juliet' production we're doing with your lot in March. You should come and see it. :)

So how're you finding Leicester? I'm sorry, I don't know where you're from originally. ^^; (I'm from Derby, so the commute isn't too bad, though I'm aiming to get back to Leicester eventually).
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S-DLSea Featured By Owner Mar 26, 2011
Congratulations on your new business! I hope you are successful!
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rockgem Featured By Owner Mar 22, 2011  Professional Digital Artist
you dun has a shoutbox that i can find..so i shall say happy day of ze birth here :cake:
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