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The Liar

She draws blood but not her own and not visible to the weak or sad who would cling to every word with a reverence. The silent assassin who plots and without remorse goes through life bursting the bubble of languid minds reaching out for a collusion only to be crushed. Desperate for intimacy, for a chance to be part of a connection instead of the almost self absorbed need for coitus to feel good in the moment and then drown in one’s own criticism of their actions. A loathing and self pity yet such an egotistical need to tell. Each day serves for another elaborate lie, carefully thought out from a mind of confusion where the boundaries of fantasy and reality are rapidly merging into one. An unhealthy crush and almost stalkerlike actions where the lie has replaced reality with a grandiose inventiveness of a liaison that doesn’t exist.

Be Kind, be Thoughtful be True

A simple thank you can bring a smile

An act of kindness can change a life

How are you today? Let them know you care

Appreciate life and the friends you hold dear

Live every day as if it were your last

Have fun and laughs, shed a tear and fall

Never give up be weak and strong

Continuously learning as life goes on

Don’t be self-absorbed, inattentive to others

I Love You are 3 powerful words, not used enough, often deferred

Make sure they know before time runs out

Be clear, don’t stutter or leave them in doubt

I guess what I’m trying to say is always be thoughtful

A relationship or friendship is not made up of one

So don’t just think of yourself

You will end up alone

A Missing Sense

Write a story based on the main character has woke up missing one of the 5 senses

Include the following words:

Piracy

Parking

Seashell

Selfish

Adjustment

Lax

Slumber

Fragrance

Saltine

Tophat

Battered and bruised from an unexpected invite to the murkiness of the underground piracy of literary theft and a second night of irrelevant, insignificant copulation and dissipated behaviour she arose with regret from her slumber where in cloud cuckoo land her responsibility was mingling with the ugliness of the rich, parking the gas guzzlers and the over polished eighteen-wheelers whilst donning a tophat not too dissimilar to that of the mad hatter. Lax and being selfish she wanted to stay wrapped in the fragrance of the night. There was no smell and a panicked face reflected in the mirror. A longing for food and an unusual craving for saltine crackers she made an adjustment to her hair securing a ponytail ensuring a picture of cleaness. Despite convincing herself that the sex had been meaningless, she had embraced and savored the smell of the sheets and the ongoing frustration of the unrequited love that haunted her. This sensation was lost and despite still having sight, touch, hearing and taste she hoped the loss was temporary and the torment would cease. Picking up the seashell from her mantle and placing it to her ear her concern of this lack of smell disappeared if only in the interim with the comforting sound of the sea.

Photos

I love taking photo’s and will be posting some of my favourites.

What feels good

I hear raindrops as I slumber and I smile
Holding my mother’s hand and jumping in and out of puddles, memories
As I stroll through the park in full autumnal bloom and exotic beauty
I smile, wanting to run through the jumble of leaves, like a child
The sea breeze brushes my face with a slight spray
I walk barefoot, sand between my toes, walking through the ebb and flow
Remembering trying winkles, finding crabs hiding in rock pools and building sandcastles
The sweet smell of candy floss, and the excitement of finding a starfish
friendship, uncontrollable histerics, shuggyboats that always made me sick,
Butlins, the monorail, new places to explore, the huge swimming pool, the red coats and the Beaver Club brings happy memories of summer and more
Going into town with my mam, linking arms, laughter, the rainy days
Getting on a bus to my grandma’s, bringing her fish and chips, the warmth from the coal fire, a good old fashioned brew
Music is my soul, waiting for my dad coming home from abroad with a suitcase full of cassette tapes, a huge smile on my face
Friendship and Family are the smile on my face, the warmth in my heart and my reason for everyday. Never forget those who truly light up your life, who are there through good and bad and who pick you up when you are down and help you rise to higher heights.