In my darkest nights,
I wished to be a beast
To transcend my own reality.
I stood before the moon
And prayed for her to take me away,
So I could be free from the curse of daylight
And live amongst the shadows.
I could see no better way.
Sad (God in the Computer Screen)
Thank you The Drabble! Also thanks to the 55 people who liked it. It’s things like this which give me a boost as an unknown writer.
I am so sad –
I squeeze my soul out for you to see;
Wring it out like a flannel;
Wring out those very words that haunt me.
Read my heartbreak, my memories –
How sad I am, how unique,
Living in this modern world
Where loneliness has swallowed me.
What more can I do, but
Reach God through my computer screen
And pour out the words for you to see:
Reflections of a bleeding heart;
A shattered mind –
Liberate in poetry.
N.A.J. Sloan is a writer based in the UK. She writes because she wants to create something beautiful.
Saturday Night
The darkness came down,
Heavy, soft.
The glimmering lights
Drew us in.
We merged together,
Formless as shades.
We danced,
The night was loud.
Announcement and Update
Pleased to announce my first official poetry collection, Autodestructsuper, is complete and is available as a limited-edition pamphlet. In it are poems I’ve written in the last five years or so, on the themes of celebrity and idolatry in the 21st century. It’s a riveting read, if I say so myself.
Of course, just as exciting as finishing a project is the prospect of then going on to work on other projects. I have another poetry collection in the pipeline, which I’m rather excited about, but at the moment I’m working on something different: a story inspired by the Alice books by Lewis Carroll.
These stories have always had a weird fascination for me. I studied them at university and I find it incredible how culturally significant they still are. So I want to write an Alice story about an adult Alice in the 21st century. I can’t give too many details yet as it’s still in the planning stage, but I think it will be a long short story or even a novella. Needless to say, I’m excited by it and I hope Lewis Carroll would approve.
I have a Twitter account, by the way, where I will post updates on my progress and sometimes random thoughts. Follow me here. Please do follow me. I would like to connect with other writers and readers. I also have an Instagram account, where I post short poems and sometimes random photos. You can follow me on Instagram here.
That’s all for my announcement and update. Thank you for reading.
Magpie
You have never known love, deceitful bird,
But still you gather shiny things; engagement rings,
And harbour them close to your heart.
Hysterical Reaction
You made yourself peanut butter on toast
While she sat on the garden bench crying,
And started laughing to yourself.
Told yourself, “It’s okay, just an
Hysterical reaction.”
Fading Actress
Make the preparations:
The mask is being fitted —
I am waiting to be embalmed.
My time in the sun is ending —
And I am retiring,
Because I’ve had enough —
I am sick of the world
And all that lives in it —
The flowers that grow,
And grow old.
My bloom is fading
And I cannot forget —
Well, let’s stop wasting;
Let’s start preparing for the last dance, my darling —
Let’s make it a romance,
A thing to remember.
I shall sail the city streets once more —
I shall die in laughter and merriment —
Better that than a slow fading —
A cold wasting in an ill house,
Forgotten and all alone.
My time has nearly come;
I don’t ask for much —
Just a little wine,
A little dance
And some love —
Then I will be happy;
Then I will be ready,
For my star to rise a final time.
From my forthcoming poetry collection, Autodestructsuperstar.
