There’s not long left of tears and laughter,
Not long left of wine and roses.
I wonder if we shall recall them after?
I wonder what the world will be like then?
Out of a dream we rise from slumber
Each and every day,
Knowing well our days are numbered,
And our paths will fold within a dream.
Inspired by Ernest Dowson’s poem, ‘Vitae Summa Brevis Spem Nos Vetat Incohare Longam’.
Black bile is leaking from my eyes, my mouth;
I need to let it out onto the page;
This is the only way I can survive;
It is my curse; the price I pay.
A deal was made, long ago,
And the Devil said, “You will have to pay:
If you bleed for me you can have this gift,
Of Insight, and of Clarity,
“But first, you must bleed –
It is the price you have to pay.”
I apologize if my poems have been a little depressing of late. A lot of what I’ve been posting recently is old stuff, which is going to go into another poetry collection to be published by myself soon (more details coming soon). I’m a happier person these days, I promise!
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.
The darkness came down,
The glimmering lights
Drew us in.
We merged together,
Formless as shades.
The night was loud.
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.
You have never known love, deceitful bird,
But still you gather shiny things; engagement rings,
And harbour them close to your heart.
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