Monday, 19 September 2011

The Constant Companion - Week 7

Week 7 - Life Writing

Write an autobiographical piece about love.
Love lost, love found, love rejected.. your choice.

My eyes open.  It takes a while to adjust to the dark and for them to take in the dull grey blur of my prison.  I look around the cell from my flat position, great bars rise up all around me, dominating my view of everything but the space above me.  I spot my constant companion, I stretch out for him willing him to reach for me.  He sits motionless.  I call to him softly, still he sits there, his eyes fixed steadily on nothing in the room. Many nights have passed before were he remained ignorant to my plight and emotionless to my cries.  I push my legs out of their restraints, bending and flexing them, trying to further release them from the clothes that cling to my body.  I call out.  Maybe my smiling angel will hear me... nothing... no comforting words, no illuminated figure at the door.  Where is she? She normally passes through this time of night.  I start to cry.  What if she's gone? What if she has forsaken me and found another more pitiful sight.  Is this what happened to my companion? Did she once come to him but then left him so that now he sits alone, staring into the dark with his beady unblinking eyes.  Louder I cry now, my fears consume me and warm wet tears fall down my face, I scream out my anguish and the salty taste of my tears fill my mouth and choke me.  My legs move in frustration, up and down, up and down, my arms beat the space beside me again and again, I arch my back as abandonment consumes me.
I hear footsteps..  I look to my constant companion to see if he heard them too.  He remains motionless and won't look me in the eye. The door opens and I fear what new horrors it may bring and start to scream louder.
A light shines behind her as she glides across my cell.  She bends down to release me from my constraints.  She smiles and wipes the tears from my eyes.  Slowly we float across the room, her gentle hand on my back comforting me.  She sits and hums and starts to rock back and forth, back and forth.  A soft milky breast is coaxed into my mouth and with this she silences my cries and turns them to hiccups.  I look back at my constant companion, and tighten my grip on my smiling angel.  I don't want to be like him.

Monday, 12 September 2011

A215 - Week 6 Challange

Condensing a whole story into 140 characters. (Mine is 148)
The flames licked at her heels as she stood on the ledge. As though before a mirror she smoothed down her clothes and checked her hair before taking the first step towards eternity.

Wednesday, 10 August 2011

A215 Poem

Based on the theme of brutality.


Being so scared you can barely breathe,
Running and hiding, no one would believe.
Unknown to my family, I could never tell.
Talking in riddles when my body hurt like hell.
Accidents is what they were,
Love was why it was given.
Inside I believed I didn’t care,
Too many feelings hidden
You didn’t break me in the end, but you’ll never be forgiven.

Tuesday, 9 August 2011

Erm haven't thought of a name for it :0S

They say it’s about money, yet “ ‘fessionals bin charged”
They say it is the coloured from  ”The Croydon Posse...  Large”
I say this is all bollocks, they’ve got fuck all else to do
“Hell, let’s burn down Currys as we can’t go to the zoo!”

“I’ve heard they’ll put us in a cell, and we’ll play all the games we want!
We’ll sit an’ watch the telly, an’ tell the wardens they’re a CUNT!
Some say we’ll go to Butlins, but I’ve me heart set on Corfu
So lets stick it to ‘em proper and I get my dream come true!”

“Let’s go raid Selfridge’s!!!! I couldn’t afford the dress on sale!!!!
I asked my parents for sum cash, it was a TOTAL fail!!!”
“We canst get a education, so well take this big TVeeeeeee
Then well blame it on the polish, coz they took the jobs from mee”

Such a mix of voices, all fighting for one cause
To fill their every selfish need, fighting for peer applause.  
Parents where are your children? Did they get lost along the line?
Have you given up on them or do you just not have the time?