This is less of a poem, and more of a personal mantra or prayer - I say it to myself daily. It has been coming to me, piece by piece, for years, but now feels complete. Each word and phrase has a deeper meaning - something I plan to elaborate on in a later blog post.Read More
Believe it or not, I wrote this story about you. Yes, you. The person reading this right now. True, I don’t know your name, where you were born or what you do for work, but that doesn’t really matter.
I am going to be honest. I like you, the real you that is. The you that exists beyond those small details.
”The Priest winced as he got down on to his knees and began to pray. The years of prostration had taken its toll on his old joints, yet he never complained. He recounted the stories, lit the candles and performed the rituals, as was dictated by his tradition ... “Read More
It turns out that birth and decay are not so different after all.
“So I shat myself again for the fourth time this week. I couldn’t help it. I don’t have the coordination or strength necessary to get myself to the toilet. Not that I could sit on it even if I did, I would likely fall in and drown! This is a world made for giants and I am now so small …“
"Walking down the street, you can't help but to succumb to the onslaught. Billboards flashing, speakers screaming.
“Newer”, “Faster”, “Stronger”, “Brighter”, “Safer”, “Thinner”, “Buy now”, “Upgrade, upgrade, UPGRADE!”Read More
The world is a mirror to your soul,
Your happiness will be shown on the faces of strangers,
Your fear will flicker in their eyes,
Your hope will express itself in the poetry you read, as too will your ills.
Why do you think it will be ok?
Because thinking so takes your anxiety away
How do you know it won’t happen to you?
Because knowing so is all you can really do
What makes you certain it won’t be a bad day?
Because you regularly get down on your knees and pray
"This day, like the last, will be the same. Arrive at the same time, wear the same clothes, do the same work. The conversations will be the same, the jokes the same, even the ‘unexpected problems’ are the same. Monotonous repetition. Day in, day out..."Read More
Sighing, Johnson sat down for what felt like the millionth time and began to fiddle with the plastic plant that was situated neatly in the corner of his desk. Another generic faux fern, identical in every way to the faux ferns that were to be found on most of the other desks on the floor..."Read More
Poetry was one of the first outlets that I found to express myself. Crafting specific thoughts into the confines of the structure, cadence, rhyme and rhythm of a poem helped me to understand and then let go of the ruminations in my mind.
Can't Quite Express - Don't Worry About Me - Creating A Monster
How can you say goodbye to a child?
"It wasn’t her death that was upsetting to me. It was the dying. I was glad when it was over. For her sake, and my own.
I know it sounds harsh, but that was five years. Five long years of cleaning up vomit, of late nights and close calls. Five years of broken commitments, false hopes, and missed opportunities..."
A collection of 12 word stories:
"Shamefully, he continued gorging. Attempting to fill the hole in his heart"
"Brief respite, an escape from reality, a new habit begins to form"
"Poop stuck on Rover’s fur! Seriously regretting my decision to adopt him"
A collection of 12 word stories:
"He waved. I smiled. Jessica also smiled. I am invisible to him"
"Never satisfied, he looks for approval in the mirror, lifting weights endlessly"
"My boyfriend broke up with me. Now I'm sad ugly and single"
You need to finish it ...
"You surveyed the scene looking for him. Doubt crept back in. Had you done enough? Was he left in a similar state to you? With knife wounds you can never be certain. Despite the comfort you derived from the old knife fighting adage that, ‘The loser of a knife fight dies on the scene and the winner dies in hospital’. Past experience had taught you otherwise..."Read More
There are things that I want to say, but just can't quite express
Ruminations and meditations that I'm too afraid to address,
Like the veil over my eyes that keeps me hidden from the stress
To the dark wishes that I'm fighting to suppress.
What's wrong, are you ok?
Why don't you come out and play?
Laugh, smile and have some fun.
It is just wonderful here in the sun!
Take a chance, live a little and smile.
You know that we're only here for a little while.
You are missing out on love, adventure and life.
We never see you, are you in some kind of strife?
You can only hold out for so long...
“Nothing happened, I swear it. I would never do that, I’m not a monster.”
Despite how cold it was inside the holding pen, Jankov was sweating profusely. The chains around his wrists clinked as he pulled the already soiled handkerchief from his pocket...
How do rituals of the living impact the dying?
Fiction (413) - Zachary Phillips
He knew they were talking to him, but he couldn’t make sense of the words. He only heard glimpses, snippets of conversations recalling years of shared memory, of regrets and now their final goodbyes...