Creative

Out of Focus
…And as the hours rolled into days and the days blurred into years, we became blind to the sunset on the horizon…

He still exists inside my head
…Sometimes, I would wipe away his tears with the pads of my thumbs until the stream ran dry…

Pawn in Their Game
…I dream of a laboratory, steely and clinical with aisles of high-tech equipment and shiny machinery of giant proportions…

Toxic Beauty
…Red coat. Blood red. High-heeled boots, clicking against the pavement as she walks to the tune of her importance…

Emotions; Illusions.
…Emotions. What are they? Chemical illusions. Liberating, heartbreaking, euphoric and intoxicating…

Anybody Who is anybody
…Minds full of thoughts battling for attention, lips frozen around the first syllables of words never to be spoken…

Like a Fish out of Water
…Water is such an overused metaphor for memories, thoughts and foreign feelings…

Take a Risk
…Let me climb the protective walls you have built around yourself…

Lost in Time
…It’s a funny thing, time. It heals all wounds, yet it draws us ever closer to wounds which are yet to be created…

Star Crossed
…The beginning of another summer. The sun creeps over my pillow and warms my face…

What’s the Point?
…Looking out of the window over the city I grew up in, I feel powerless and shallow…

Aspirations
…They told me I could be anything I wanted to be…

Bones
…Tight jeans resting low upon her jutting hips…

On the Bathroom Floor
…I’ve been quiet all day, snapping at silly things…

Woman in the Red Dress
…The snow is falling thick and fast behind the window pane…

Stay With Me
…We walk along the riverside in the soft wind and pouring rain…

Your Fluoxetine Girl
…Fluoxetine, fluoxetine, inject some colour into my world…

The Season of Change
…Autumnal darkness, drawing the year to a cosy, bittersweet end…

Crush the Wind
…The moon is alive with passion as her supernatural glow seeps through the crack in my curtains and rouses me from my troubled sleep…

Consequence
…Here’s one I made earlier. Eyes swimming, body heaving…

Killer Instinct
…The music is so loud that you cannot hear anyone’s voice unless they shout directly into your ear…


…You know…

Drown in Me
…In the depths of those indefinite moments, late at night, when time stands still and emotions run high…

The Pace of Life
…One day we will find perfection. In the summer…

Hope
…To hope is to wake up at the start of each day…

Live for Yourself
…I cannot live for someone else, I cannot search for happiness…

Picture This
…The pub was alive with laughter and alcohol-induced rowdiness…

Into the Night
…And so we walked into the night, our paces matching, side by side…

On the Train
…The present moment can only ever consist of the millions of tiny snapshots which piece together to create life as you know it…

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