Beautiful song. Perfect for a reflective Sunday morning.
Sunday, 8 April 2012
Thursday, 5 April 2012
Wednesday, 4 April 2012
'Get me away from here I'm dying'
The grey streets of Cardiff are bringing me down.
I want to get away somewhere new.
Like Norway.
Reflections
As I touch the hard cold mirror I feel it crack.
I push harder.
The fracture splits
and divides
conquering the surface in seconds.
Splinters work their way into my finger tips
and cut the fine lines on my palms.
Segments fall and shatter
as I pull my hands across
the schisms.
Blood the colour of dark rubies
seeps over my wrists
creating smooth
uneven trails across my skin,
and drips at the elbow
I step back and
remove my hands from the mirror.
The reflection stares back, palms up, cupping blood.
It surveys the damage,
and smiles.
- I'm trying to write an essay about the use of the double in certain texts at the moment and it's been interesting thinking about the 'dark other' and how it could take over (eg The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde). Anyway, I'd love any opinions and helpful criticism!
I push harder.
The fracture splits
and divides
conquering the surface in seconds.
Splinters work their way into my finger tips
and cut the fine lines on my palms.
Segments fall and shatter
as I pull my hands across
the schisms.
Blood the colour of dark rubies
seeps over my wrists
creating smooth
uneven trails across my skin,
and drips at the elbow
I step back and
remove my hands from the mirror.
The reflection stares back, palms up, cupping blood.
It surveys the damage,
and smiles.
- I'm trying to write an essay about the use of the double in certain texts at the moment and it's been interesting thinking about the 'dark other' and how it could take over (eg The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde). Anyway, I'd love any opinions and helpful criticism!
Memories
This song is ace. Just saying. It's interesting how songs, films, smells, feelings take you places and remind you of people. Sometimes it's not the good things you remember but hey, we all learn from our mistakes. To quote the poster I spent 2 years looking at in Mr. Crowes class: Those who fail to learn from history are doomed to repeat it- Churchill.
Tuesday, 3 April 2012
Quiet
'Understand that there are two kinds of quiet. There is the quiet you could never stand, the kind of quiet you feel falling asleep at night in the empty countryside, the way the silence beats violently against your ears and all you wish for is grating city noise.
Then there is the quiet you relish. The pressure of water against your eardrums. Hushed submersion in chlorine or saline. Underwater, the silence feels truly quiet. Impenetrable.'
Sunday, 1 April 2012
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