Writing Me Up

Writings by me, for me. Forgive me.

Month: February 2020

  • Ghost At The Feast

    Ghost At The Feast

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    rak
    in

    Family party Lots of people that you know You don’t know at all

  • Floods Of Tears

    Floods Of Tears

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    rak
    in

    Washing away homes, breaking hearts, minds and spirits. These are floods of tears.

  • Pet Sematary

    Pet Sematary

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    by

    rak
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    We found our pet cat cold and stiff in a cupboard kittens dead in her

  • A Lonely Place

    A Lonely Place

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    by

    rak
    in

    A comfortable seat wipe-clean green faux leather in a swept clean hall in a busy bright shopping mall. People pass by chattering to each other or their phones, sometimes to themselves. There is the beat of faint music and the puzzle of fainter smells, perfumes and food and the sweat of overheated people searching for…

  • The Wonder Of Love

    The Wonder Of Love

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    by

    rak
    in

    if you love someone there is always the wonder of how it will end

  • The Super Hero

    The Super Hero

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    by

    rak
    in

    Protected by the impenetrable shield of self-absorption the dark-haired young boy strode around the garden dispensing justice with his thumb-cocked finger-gun. He paused to mutter warnings to his foes and comfort to his friends before dashing ten yards or so to the other end of the universe to repeat the process. Hands on hips, the…

  • Nobody Even Looks

    Nobody Even Looks

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    by

    rak
    in

    Some days you wonder why you bother. You sit and you search and you find them, these unwilling words, you creep up on them gathered there, unaware, lettering your head, an alphabet soup of nonsense, you catch them and you string them together, cage them forever in the prison of the page, juggle them up…

  • A Daffodil In Winter

    A Daffodil In Winter

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    rak
    in

    In the dark of night, with a cold and chilling wind blowing rain against the window pane we too easily forget the sunshine days, the ones that start before you rise and last right on into the night. Today I saw the golden tip of a daffodil shine like a candle against the dark wet…

  • Disgraceful

    Disgraceful

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    rak
    in

    Grace Millane suppression order: Why we can’t name her sick killer for two years https://www.mirror.co.uk/news/world-news/grace-millane-suppression-order-cant-20933973 Daily Mirror It is so wrong that he has rights, the man who murdered Grace. He should have none, as on that night he took all hers away. We should all now learn of his name. Unpixellate his face so…

  • Even The Rain Clouds

    Even The Rain Clouds

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    by

    rak
    in

    Even the rain clouds Sombre and slow, grey and grim Have their own beauty

  • Mortis – A Short Story

    Mortis – A Short Story

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    by

    rak
    in

    Mortis is a short story about Ben. Ben walks to work every day. The route he chooses takes him through urban woodland. It isn’t the shortest route, but Ben needs the green peace of the trees before he can face another grey day in the office. One day he discovers a den, and a man,…

  • Radio Head On

    Radio Head On

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    rak
    in

    Late at night, when I’m driving, with my radio head on, I have a sense that all the world a there before me, and all I have to do is keep going until I reach wherever it is that I am heading. I love the quiet night, the way the street lights and headlamps open…

  • In The Dark

    In The Dark

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    rak
    in

    Breathing in the dark, alone, quiet, and at peace. May death be like this.

  • A Mystery To Ourselves

    A Mystery To Ourselves

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    rak
    in

    A Mystery To Ourselves When I kissed you as you left today, we were as close as we could get and yet we were still indistinct to each other, from one another, thinking different things together, separating. We had been so close that what was on you was now on me. I took your scent,…

  • Weather

    Weather

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    rak
    in

    We have hurt the world, used, poisoned and despoiled it now it weathers us

  • Flak

    Flak

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    by

    rak
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    bad words are like flak exploding all around you and bringing you down In a world where you can be anything, be kind Caroline Flack

  • Hoarse Crow

    Hoarse Crow

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    by

    rak
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    Hoarse-throated crow caws He whispers of dominion A silenced tyrant

  • Winter Wars

    Winter Wars

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    rak
    in

    Two black hearted crows Deconstructing with malice A nest of magpies

  • No Other

    No Other

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    by

    rak
    in

    Loving you Is hard to do I’m not an easy lover But loving you Is easy too For me there is No other

  • Give And Take

    Give And Take

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    by

    rak
    in

    her lips are so soft they take what I give to her a kiss and a smile

  • The Greatest Love

    The Greatest Love

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    by

    rak
    in

    On this Valentine’s day Remember these words well Learning to love yourself Is the greatest love of all

  • Summer In Winter

    Summer In Winter

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    by

    rak
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    In the cold winter, Close your eyes and think of this; Warm summer sunshine.

  • Fallow Times

    Fallow Times

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    by

    rak
    in

    A cold winter day The wind blows through everything These are fallow times

  • The Last Snows Of Winter

    The Last Snows Of Winter

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    by

    rak
    in

    white flakes of snow curl and swirl in sheets unfurling like lace petticoats the kind that girls used to wear when the weather was not unmade by man the wind-whistling sound as it blows all around sends shivers through trees and through me birds quiver in shelter no twitter from them or from me today…

  • The Moment Settles

    The Moment Settles

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    by

    rak
    in

    In an obscured room, trying and failing to write. Reworking, rewriting, retrying. Failing again. A pause. The moment settles on me. A weekday morning, alone in the house. Wind blows through the eaves, traffic rumbles and heaves. A golden blade of sunlight pierces the armour of curtain, striking the wall, sparking thoughts. It is late…