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A Bitter Coating

There’s a gentle calling that feels so natural, But in the dimming embers lays a void of uncertainty. A glimpse of a smile can send me into panic, Yet a single moment can raise a thoughtless storm. I could feel the smoke crawl across my skin, Only to get burned as the light showed false hope. The light was strong, promising, you could say, But all things sweet have a bitter coating. Advertisements

Falling Behind?

NaNoWriMo is now well underway, and like many, I have fell victim to the usual distractions that this world has to offer… mainly Netflix… I suspect that you’re behind by a larger margin than you anticipated? Don’t worry, when you break it down into statistics, it’s really not as awful as you assume. I am currently at 10,213 words, which is over 6,000 words behind target, so, I found myself in a constant slump, telling myself that 30,000 words would be an acceptable achievement this year. Well, even though that… Read more Falling Behind?

Nothing More Than A Scar

Each day I wake and feel a sadness, It cuts me gently, yet it stings like a mourning. I know time has passed, but nothing is the same, Ever since you said goodbye, my chest has felt desolate. It’s not your fault, I know it’s my own, But I hate sleeping at night, just to wake to my own heartbeat. Everything sends an echo through my hearts, and it’s then when I can hear the tears calling me. Raise me up, so I may fall, At least, maybe, then I… Read more Nothing More Than A Scar

Ew, you sponge off the government?

Seriously, I’m sick of hearing that question. To those of you who haven’t read my previous posts: I’m currently receiving Universal Credit, which, to some people, means I’m stealing your hard-earned money. Trust me, I feel physically sick at the thought of it. Really, I do. I’m the kind of person that has to be occupied. There’s rarely any moment in most days where I don’t want to be doing something. Even writing this blog-post allows me to feel somewhat productive. I despise sitting around, strolling through the internet doing… Read more Ew, you sponge off the government?

Final Hour

I’ll never deny my final fate, Aren’t we all destined to sleep? I may never wake, but you will still hear me, Through the ears of your minds memories. My final thoughts will be of my past, For I know that life was bliss and fruitful. In my final hour, I’ll whisper your name, Maybe then I can leave gently.