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My Attempt at December Form Challenge

In December I thought I might attempt the December Form Challenge. Unfortunately I only managed to complete three poems for the month, due mainly to a title wave of university assignment. So for anyone who is interested. Here are my three fixed formed poems all the way from December. Lost in Wishing I took my dream and threw it down the well, Where I had tossed coins and wishes for you, Poured my hope in the silence as it fell… When I once thought that fairy tales were true. I wanted silver knights on proud horses, Godmothers, white mice and pumpkin coaches… But then you wanted to fight the dragon, And what was our future became fiction. (A Rispetto) Make Me Mistress of Lies and Goddess of Chaos My brightly burning ice giant; god of fire, My silver tongued lie-smith with weighted whispers— Will you still love me on Ragnarök’s byre? When your children wage war on their elders? For the nine realms will be nothing but chaos, And each will sit back to watch the destruction …

Writers’ Feature

The DeviantArt group ‘Writers Art Heart’ has brought to a close it’s ‘Frustration’ prompt contest, and the winners have been announced.  In first place: NemoX7 Frustration Verse I Hear me screaming as I’m bleeding, Seeping crimson from the corners of a white ceiling. There’s no skin or substance to my bones, When here I lie with tears falling all alone, But you just stand by with a stare of stone. Chorus I don’t want to see you no more, I don’t want you around anymore, I don’t want to look at you no longer. Just to see you once more this time, Only makes my hatred for you stronger. Verse II See me writhing as I’m dying, Leaking scarlet from the sounds of a black sighing. There’s no meat or meaning to my nerves, When here I cry with eyes drowning in love, But you just vandalise me with a voice of verve. Chorus I don’t want to see you no more, I don’t want you around anymore, I don’t want to look at you …

A Terrible Opening Sentence!

Last week I sat down for my first creative writing lecture, my notepad open on my lap, and pen at the ready to take down notes. Alongside the basic information for assignment deadlines and the course layout, the lecturer brought up a selection of ‘terrible’ opening sentences for novels. The varied from hilariously pointless, to cringe worthy moments of disgust. They were wonderful in their terribleness and she wanted us all to try and write out own. So that shall be the inspiration for this post. Terrible opening sentences, and my first creative writing assignment. To write my own terrible opening sentence.   Saltworth was cold, soggy, dull and full of lifeless residents whose vicar preached the same dusty sermon, from the same dusty pulpit, at the same dust hour, every Sunday until the Sunday where communion was interrupted as he choked on the wafer, turned purple, died, and provided the greatest amount of excitement that Saltworth had ever seen.   It’s surprising how difficult it is to write a bad sentence on purpose, I …

Shattered Symphony

Before the ice crept into your veins and settled, Before the cracks in your heart were petrified, Was there something other than ancient dust? Hiding in the hollow echo of disused synapses, Where nerves once sparked into singing chords Rattled down time taut strings of frozen organs, Buzzed through the vena cava and battered valves, To swell lungs full with gasping, desperate breaths While drum beats thundered, and the tempo jumped, Crescendos of flustered words and twisted tongue, Chasing the sun drenched notes from honeyed lips To pin them down, caught upon a pulsing manuscript. If there was once something more than what is now, Then how did the rhythm crumble from its arches? And why did the melody shatter sharps to flats Tumbling from the stave etched in your arteries, To clatter through the first of frozen teardrops, That came when the ice first crept and settled in.

“Why does this writer not get more views?”

Have you ever asked yourself that question? I would have thought that it would be a common one to crop up, especially if you’re someone like me spending infinite amounts of time trawling through websites such as Deviant Art, WordPress.com and Fanfiction.net. I have even been on the receiving end of astonishment from some. Random comments cropping up on whatever piece I’ve recently published, on whichever site I’m using, the author bamboozled by the fact my stats have never really taken off at any great rate.  Now I know I can write, it’s taken some time for me to listen to the insistant voices in my ears, (namely one of my best friends Jad) but I’ll now admit that I can write pretty dam well. I just haven’t achieved large numbers of readers. The thing is, I find it bothers me more when I find incredible writing by other people and the reading stats are low. When my own stats plummet, I’m fairly comfortable in the knowledge that there are a group of people out …

Writers Block, Creative Friends, Art and Literature

Now I was supposed to do this a couple of weeks ago. But for those of you who know me, asking me do get something done that is not deadline specific is close to asking me to do a triple backflip. I may do it, the likelihood of it taking place is just very low. But when it comes to promised favours I just have a sieve like memory, it’s a struggle to keep thoughts from slipping through the cracks. Anyway, back to the original point of the post. Those of you following will have already seen that some of my friends are somewhat creatively minded, (and completely off the wall.) Now I’ve been told that my blog is apparently drawing in a reasonable amount of traffic (this may be an overstatement) and that as a ‘friend’ it seems reasonable that I will try and introduce those who read my work, to the fantastic works of those I know. Now I have no problem with this. I really don’t mind including such pieces as Amber …