A wide screen for words a keyboard full of meaning and yet nothing comes
Tag: Writing
Writing
Nobody Came
Nobody came Nobody saw Nobody heard my mousey roar Nobody laughed Nobody cried Nobody even bloody tried Nobody looked Nobody… Read more Nobody Came
I Write For Me
Why am I writing? Though no one will read these words they are all I have.
The New Normal
I’ve been thinking about what life will look like ‘afterwards’, the thing people are calling the New Normal. Wouldn’t it… Read more The New Normal
Get Ready For The Future
These are such interesting times. In a few weeks, the world will start to emerge from the lockdown imposed in… Read more Get Ready For The Future
Night Writing
Writing at night time It seems the right time for me Not the bright of day
Still On Fire
The end of the day, quieting and settling down, my mind still on fire.
Nobody Even Looks
Some days you wonder why you bother. You sit and you search and you find them, these unwilling words, you… Read more Nobody Even Looks
The Moment Settles
In an obscured room, trying and failing to write. Reworking, rewriting, retrying. Failing again. A pause. The moment settles on… Read more The Moment Settles
When Words Won’t Come
On the days when words won’t come paint pictures sing songs read writers perform poetry note nature love your other… Read more When Words Won’t Come
Stop Start
A day for writing and every time I begin I stop at the start
Write For Me
What I wrote today Nobody will ever read This is right for me
Your Own Work
Reading your own work It makes you sad and happy Like being in love
What I Need
I know what I need A bright, warm, well-lighted place Away from it all
Is It Worth It?
If no-one reads it The work that you sweat over Is it worth writing?
Reading John Carver
Reading John Carver Just what happens to people Small stories of life
This Writing Thing
This writing thing, it seems like a curse some days. It makes me no money and takes all my thinking,… Read more This Writing Thing
A Selfish Person
This is so selfish Sitting, writing, creating But I must do it
Window Of Time
A window of time Opens now to get things done The clock is ticking
Dead Room
A dead, empty room But a clean, well-lighted place For untold stories
Lost Days
Days spent not writing Spent on the dutiful things Are days lost to me
Now, Then
(with acknowledgements to Charles Bukowski) I sit here on the 3rd floor hunched over in monochrome walking clothes pretending to… Read more Now, Then
Writing For Nothing
Writing for nothing This is how it has to be Living for writing
Give Me Silence
Sounds all around me Clatter and chatter and noise Just give me silence
Failing At Writing
Failing at writing I start to blame everything Except for myself
Writing Me Up 