Picture courtesy of mirre89.deviantart.com Your words twist
and turn
Red hot, they brand
and burn
They escape before
life begins
Like a dagger in the heart
they twist in
They burn like acid through
the soul
Burrowing deep in darkness,
taking hold
There they reside, writhing,
twisting
Ready for rebirth in
silent seething
This your making, your
child of lies
Your creature of
inner sighs
Limits have been reached,
lines crossed
Beware this wily, tired
ole’ fox
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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