Welcome to my blog: Scribbled thoughts. I started it to get back into the rhythm of writing after a long hiatus. Feel free to look around, there’s poems, poetry reading videos, novel drafts, anime script drafts, short stories and writing prompts. I also include research of areas that interest me, like poetry and fairy talesContinue reading “Welcome”
20:132 Feed your soul, not the physical. Let your mouth rest so your tongue can forget taste, make it magical again. Your aching brain will evaporate with imagination, embrace the impossible and feel alive again.
Okay, all the poetry reading videos have also been posted onto my instagram. My username is realmofombasa. That’s one job done fairly quickly at least!
‘You’ve definitely improved,’ I said, swallowing the slightly lumpy mash, ‘But I’m still better.’ A stunned silence followed. She looked at me, the smile morphing into confusion, then deep hurt. Oh God, why would I say that? ‘Oh, okay,’ She shook her head and put on a shaky smile, ‘I mean, IContinue reading “Prompt 387”
20:111 Body ripped apart and painted between layers on the doorway. Nothing more than an annoyance that will soon be forgotten, as your immortalised corpse watches life pass through day after day, after day…
20:110 Tip toe as you sleep, breathe quietly, pretend not to exist. Perhaps you no longer do outside this house, in a new purgatory called furlough. Do you want to leave it? Back to a job of bitchy comments and demands? No, but do I have a purpose here? Or have I already been forgotten.Continue reading “Poem idea”
20:109 The world has begun to move again, with covered faces and scowling, judgemental stares. Why are you still stationary? Why doesn’t the world want you back? Stir crazy in your cave, but comfortable with your expanding form, as you grow to hate the world, and yourself.
20:108 Content smile at the sound of your snores, losing time as I gaze at your sleeping face. My chest so full of warmth that you exist for me, with a small flutter of fear at the thought of our mortal status. Capture these moments with a sneaky snap on my mobile, so I canContinue reading “Poem idea”
20:107 I don’t know why these thoughts cross my mind, especially in my happy life, but they do. I imagine drinking bleach, or spraying bug killer down my throat, and my husband coming home to find my corpse. A life he loves more than his own gone before him. Or do I flatter myself tooContinue reading “Poem idea”
20:106 The empty right-side of the bed has been piled with books, devices, creams and stuffed toys. Anything to distract from the absence of the man who should be occupying it. Does it work? No. None of these things breathe the way he does.