ToniDreamChaser

I can see perfectly the moment that almost immediately sealed this most imperfect of conclusions. Right now, just like back then it was far too warm: uncomfortably so, but still pleasant in an indefinable way. The sea-front had smelt like those clichés that are automatically associated with familiar settings. The impression gained seemed to contrast so starkly with the playground of teenage angst and disenchantment that my childhood hideout had become. Despite this the place was my territory. The rusting of the fences and the peeling of the paint somehow made me feel safe. It was as if the feeling of acquaintance I had attained by being

The ink of your scribe seeps into my page Infecting my blood it swims through my veins Moments gone by freeze like still image frames One simple embrace steals all my courage You have crafted the prose which seals your fate Yet unsure am i to look to your face But bittersweet trust it seems i must place Realisation. Is it all too late? This soliloquy alone i cant write Share with me your script. I can learn the lines It seems i have done this too many times So go forth and fill the darkness with light Without your help we both know i must chose What of myself am i willing to lose.

A Daughters Lament The cartoon images flicker and flash obscenely across the TV as the film rewinds. The animals haze and zip along the screen in 2D simplicity. Their happy shapes are blurred by the thick impenetrable film of tears gently covering my eyes like a blanket lying over a sick child. I blink trying to dislodge the numb burn in my eyelids, but it does not bother nor distract me. I try to stand up, but the buckle on my belt has caught on stupidly over priced satin sheets covering my mother's bed. I yank the offensive fabric away from me and rip it my attempts to free myself. I tear it once more unnecessarily, letting some of the hat