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Jigsaw

Consumed by my thoughts as I ponder love and dreams

Absorbing the reality, is all as it seems?

Confused by the attention

Concerned that it’s false

Excited and fearful, my hearts racy pulse

Determined not to hope too much

Trying hard not to dare

Sitting back and thinking, like I just don’t care

How harsh that would be of me, if it were ever true

But I am thoroughly puzzled by the jigsaw that is you

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Easter project update 2023

As Easter approaches my Easter project is more thought of, more inclined to be written.  Today I wrote a small snippet towards it, which is more than I have done for weeks if I am honest.

I am quite proud of what I did, even if it was only two paragraphs.  The idea hit me and I had to add it in, the villain has been remastered, he has a more full personality now and seems quite real, whereas my old villain was pretty naff really.

However I am starting to realise that this story, which was planned to be a trilogy could actually have some kind of comic elements to it too and may not be just three books!

As I realised that the two main characters are very hero/villain with magical powers like a normal comic would be.

It was never intended to be another comic, but it is starting to flow that way.  But it is written as a novel, because I prefer to do that with this project.

Thing is, this project is not really in first draft yet, it is actually only in planning mode and note taking whilst I try to visualise the whole world.

I do actually know where I would like the story to go and I believe once I am happy with the whole plan, this will be written down quite quickly.

The story is quite musical in parts, with poems and it is reminiscent of Charlie and the chocolate factory, but it is also poles apart as well.  The storyline is only similar in that it is based on a fantasy candy world; there are no children as main characters, no competitions, no mutations and a lot more magic, myth and legend retelling.

Similarly to project AD, it does have anthropomorphic supporting characters and is set around Easter, with a little bit of Easter tradition thrown in to help the story along a bit.

Why is it musical in parts and has a lot of poetry in the plans?

Because when I write, I write the kinds of movies I want to see – to me this is a musical family fantasy based around Easter, the Easter bunny and candy land. 

I’m actually quite excited about this project because it’s super fun to write.

Project AD is fun to write, but it is less playful if you get me?

Also this Easter project has a better and more energetic playlist than Project AD when I write it, so writing moves along faster – not to mention the language is rather different in project AD compared to this project.

My sense of humour can be very naughty at times and I have to keep reminding myself that I intend for this to be a family audience, so at times I get sad because I think of a hilarious scene and then sit back and realise how would I respond if a young child read or watched this and then I am like – OH MY GOODNESS DELETE-DELETE-DELETE!

No innuendos about gumballs Tina!

Shocking, really I am!

But those things slip in there and I have to be careful and mindful about it and who my audience is supposed to be, so the gumball joke is deleted.

So, you won’t be reading about how you should handle an evil gum tree any time soon!

By kicking him in the gumballs!

Shakes head*

Sorry about that!

Thanks for reading!

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Silver demon

It’s dark out there

In the night

The moon is the only light

Blinded by the dense black

I look through the window but I look back

I see only myself reflected there

Trying to see out, but there’s a glare

I dim the light to see more

And what I saw shook me to the core

For under the oak I saw a tail

It slithered and made a silver trail

It raised its head at looked at me

Two silver eyes as cold as cold can be

It went to the cabbages and began to munch

On the green leaves his midnight lunch

The demonic snail, the king of them all

Eating my cabbages with fervour and gall!

I’d chase him off but he was bigger than me

Ate the whole row of ten!

Bet you don’t believe me!

But he will be back next month for more

Until then I’ll lock my door

For it’s an unnatural thing that snail

This is why the house is for sale!

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Secrets

Silent, lest we betray our promises

Ever close to our hearts

Curiosity bites at our ankles

Ridiculously and childishly they pester for information

Elegantly springing from the snaps

The mouths that wish to know

Selling out not once

Written 11:28am 14th March 2023

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The Eighties

Tuck shops in schools

Hop scotch on the playground and in the streets

Eating space dust

Eating out of polystyrene boxes

Indoors for Saturday night TV

Games in the street with the neighbourhood kids

Helping the elderly across the street

Top of the pops is the bee’s knees!

Infatuations with care bears, my little pony and Teddy Ruxpin

Entertainment in the best decade ever! 

Sweets sold by the penny in every high street – that was the eighties! 

Written 1:31pm 16th March 2023

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Why did you give up?

Why did you give up?

One inch from the diamond

In the caves of darkness and joyless work

Through all the soot and tears you’ve been through

Why did you give up?

Just one inch away…

Just one more hit away…

Did you think that things won’t go your way?

Did you think your instinct was only play?

Did you think that it was fruitless before you sowed the seed?

So you gave up and didn’t proceed

To get the diamond freed

So your life abundant be

So you can stand proud because you succeed

In never giving up life’s game

So life will always be the same

Because you gave up

That’s insane…

Written 2:02am 20th March 2023

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Vanity

Vitriolic to the quiet

Awful to the modest

Never ceasing criticisms

Indefinitely damned

Totally self-obsessed

You live your life in vanity

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Creative locket

Come along now, come and rush at me!

I’ve a lot of things to steal

Great ideas a plenty, to pay for your gold and meals

I strive to make a difference

To be happy and be free

So come on everybody, try to steal it away from me!

I know you want to

I know you dare

I know that you don’t really care!

So come and get them

All these things

The things I’ve made

To be doused in bling

Stolen concepts to fill your pocket

Come and take my creative locket

And sell your soul to the devil for more

Steal from me in all galore!

The Devil laughs at what you do to me

Sharpening his trident in evil glee

Knowing that you are cursed by he

For stealing these gifts that came to me!

So shine your little heart out there

With things you’ve stolen but beware

That life isn’t always as glorious as this

Soon your wine will taste like piss

And your meal filled with worms and sod

Because you are a thief and will suffer the rod!

Because these gifts came to me from God!

Written 5:14pm 15th March 2023

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Have I lost mine?

When fate tries to protect you

Rat poison goes missing

When the universe tries to buck you up

The glass you dropped doesn’t break and give you razors

When people see you are down

They give you false promises just to cheer you up for the moment

When the sky is cloudy

There is the tease of the sun in a small hole in the sky

When you try to be alone to cry

Someone finds you and needs a hug

When you smell a rat

There is a slight smell of candied apples behind it

Can you trust your senses at all?

Have I lost mine?

Written 8:57pm 28th February 2023

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You treat people like fools

You write love letters to yourself

How sad

Fighting for attention against the odds

Willing to eat worm and sod

For a better life than this

Willing to even drink the piss

Without a thought or care or woe

Of where you make others go

Because to you life is different shades of gold

You think you can make something new of old

And you don’t think about the soul you’ll lose

Or the people you make swim the blues

You just care about your pocket

Even if you have to stick your finger into an electric socket

You don’t care of the pain you cause

So long as there is bling on your paws

And you can win your awards

You don’t care about the discord

Because you are draped in gold and jewels

You don’t care about stupid rules

Because you treat people like fools

And you know you can get away with this

Even if the wine tastes like piss

And you can sit and smile in glee

For what things you have stolen from me

Written 5:52pm 15th March 2023

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