October 27, 2021 · 16:53
I have lost six pages to the steampunk project, I am furious. I haven’t the clue where it has gone!
I wrote the first idea of it around two years ago and I have box files, decorative envelopes and ring binders all in three different places around the house for the sake of space – but those notes aren’t in any of them!
To top it all, it is extremely painful to go searching for them all, because my spleen is having one of its bad swollen days so any movement is torture!
I have forgotten many of the planned characters for the comic, their names, I remember one was a capuchin monkey and I knew it was a girl, but I have completely forgotten the name I gave her, which was part of the fun and pun of the comic as she was a sidekick’s beleaguering girlfriend!
I hope I find it soon – thankfully it wasn’t something I wanted to write towards immediately, but it was something I wanted to find to help me practise some artwork for it. I can only remember around eight main characters of the series.
I didn’t think it would be easy to make artwork of various kinds of apes, but I am actually finding them easier than I assumed, in fact, far easier than humans, which is funny.
Happy reading!
January 7, 2016 · 10:26
I’m freezing in the cold damp grey winter morning
The chilled wind wraps around me like an inescapable cocoon
Will I freeze to death soon?
I’ve lost my mind and I still stand
On the cold wet floor of the prairie lands
I can’t move, I can’t talk
All I do is stand or walk
Lost in the frozen land
I’ve lost my mind
For I’ve lost my hand
How heartbreak makes us numb
I stand dying on an iced podium
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Tagged as death, die, dying, freeze, frozen, Gothic, heartbreak, ice, iced, insanity, lost, love, mental health, mind, morbid, poem, poetry, prarie, prose, rhyme, sad, snow, song, suicidal, suicide, Winter
July 7, 2015 · 09:24
Wind howls around my soul, entrapping me in a tomb of bewilderment!
The sharp hissing of the air all around me sings an eerie tune with the winds groans from the typhoon.
Holding the woolen scarf around me tightly as I try to fight against the windstorm; an ever loosing battle, the wind sweeps under my feet, I fall back slowly like time turning around.
I do not fall, but I am lifted up into the black skies of doom. Swirling up into the air, like a balloon!
Higher and higher it takes me. My screams become a part of the eerie screams I hear in the typhoon!
Wondering why the wind moans so? Are they the voices of other lost souls?
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Tagged as air, balloon, fantasyfed, howls, hurricane, lost, lost souls, moans, nature, poem, poetry, prose, rhyme, song, soul, storm, swirling, tornado, typhoon, violent, voices, wind, windstorm, windy
June 30, 2015 · 09:45
Troll Bridge by Neil Gaiman
Reading about trolls since childhood has always made me a little nervous, because of the childhood nightmares I had about bridges and what lived under them – this story was read with reluctance, but I am proud that I read it because it was a wonderful tale.
I loved the twist of why the troll existed and how it is trapped in its magical world and had literally little choice in devouring lone stray children nearby its lair and how it can be freed if he found someone willing to help him – little would be willing to help him so they usually succumbed to a terrifying fate.
I love worlds like this, where monsters aren’t really as monstrous as they seem, that they too have lived through something terrifying and aren’t what they seem. Though it is easy to sympathise with the troll in this story it is still a terrifying creature nonetheless.
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Tagged as bridge, bridges, child, childhood, children, creatuure, curse, devour, fantasy, fate, frightening, horror, Legend, lone, lost, monster, monsters, monstrous, myth, Neil Gaiman, nerves, nervous, read, reading, river, scared, scary, Smoke and Mirrors, stories, story, stray, sympathise, sympathy, tale, terror, troll, trolls, twist, wonder
June 27, 2015 · 07:16
Glaring lights, pale as death, call you and me.
Dancing through the leaves of the night, dancing around the willows and the oak, hearing the sounds of mysticism in an endless voice of hope:
What is it that we evoke?
Rushing through the air of the night, filling our souls with curious delight; the moon shines upon us as we run after thee, O what can you be? What can you be?
The silver of the night can be what you are or a guiding star? Yes a guiding star!
You took us from our campsite when the air was chilled and harsh – you made us run bare footed across the country grass!
Nightly dew soaks our wandering feet and we search for where you go. Roaming free like a bird in the sky you fly, through the leaves of the trees in the night!
But we remain warm with your charms dear light.
Running endlessly we wonder where you take us. Miles and miles it seems… we run through the fields and past the stream, this feels like a wonderful dream!
Pure is your light of wonder, warm is your glow, but where do you take us, where do you go?
What are you which we evoke?
Faster and faster you run wild and free, past the streams and the tree’s and we run faster along with thee.
We hear a mystical voice again, calling like a choir, calling our names to follow still, even though the night is chilled!
Brighter and faster the light becomes running through the corn. We follow and run helplessly we become most forlorn!
The light has gone! The light has gone!
O where are we now?
As if it was all a dream we suddenly awake from the hypnotising light we are in the lake… we are in the lake.
Drowning, mourning sorrowfully, we cry and call for help. But all that hears our calls this night is the old mythical creature the Kelps!
All we do now is yelp and yelp!!!
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Tagged as calls, choir, country, creature, cry, dew, drowning, evil, evoke, fantasyfed, help, horror, horse, hypnotised, kelp, kelpie, Legend, lost, magic, mourning, mystic, mystical, myth, mythical, Mythology, nature, night, night-time, poem, poetry, prose, rhyme, Scot, Scotland, Scottish, song, sorrow, spooky, star, story, tale, willow-the-wisp, wonder, yelp
June 26, 2015 · 09:58
The first time that I saw you
You took my heart away
You restored my faith in humanity when I was learning to hate
It’s been so long since I felt this way
I thought it could never be
But the first time I saw your face you was the one for me!
You broke away my shadows of all the years I’ve suffered alone
You took my hand and guided me, to a place I never roamed.
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Tagged as alone, faith, first, guidance, hate, Humanity, I thought, lost, love, poem, poetry, prose, restoration, rhyme, roaming, shadows, song, suffering
November 19, 2013 · 10:58
My memories are like broken fragments of a smashed mirror
They shine, giving me small glimpses of my former self, but never the whole picture
I wonder how the pieces fit together, but my mind is all in a whir
Of what, if and hopes
I cannot be sure of what I see, yet it envelopes
Me
I, myself, personally, yours truly
Not knowing where my memory belongs, but surely
I will remember someday?
It cannot always be this way…
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Tagged as lost, memories, mirror, personal, personally, poem, poetry, prose, rhyme, self, smashed, song, thinking, uncertainty, unsure
October 31, 2013 · 14:13
Wind howls around my soul, entrapping me in a tomb of bewilderment!
The sharp hissing of the air all around me sings an eerie tune with the winds groans from the typhoon.
Holding the woolen scarf around me tightly as I try to fight against the windstorm; an ever loosing battle, the wind sweeps under my feet, I fall back slowly like time turning around.
I do not fall, but I am lifted up into the black skies of doom. Swirling up into the air, like a balloon!
Higher and higher it takes me. My screams become a part of the eerie screams I hear in the typhoon!
Wondering why the wind moans so? Are they the voices of other lost souls?
October 30, 2013 · 21:08
There is something missing in my life
My soul it endlessly cries
For what is missing it doesn’t quite know
But my essence is slowly losing its glow, but why?
My heart aches for something unknown
My dreams aren’t fulfilled anymore
I need to know what my soul is yearning
But the knowledge to me has a closed door
I hope the key to its lock is turning
For my soul feels like it’s endlessly burning
Though it knows not what for
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Tagged as ache, burning, door, essence, key, knowledge, longing, lost, poem, poetry, prose, rhyme, soul, spirit, yearning
September 22, 2013 · 00:01
So near and yet still so far
I’ve a long way to get home
I cannot tell how far it is
So until then I’ll have to roam
I seek home here and I seek home there
Where there are better days
I need my reality to come to check
I feel like I’m in a craze
What am I and who will I be?
That’s the question now
Maybe I will find out some day
But until then I’ve much to plough
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