magpiewaiting

Of errors

Bad badgey. Long time no update.
Exams are stupid
Kthnxbai

I could walk this road now blindfolded,
Sure-footed; head held high,
With comfort pushing down on me,
Restricting open skies.
I'd run this road unhindered now,
And shed all these concerns.
Resentment, falling thick like rain
Crowds in my twists and turns.

I could gasp bright new ideas out,
Time's setting; shadows fall,
Old stories, echoed round and round,
White-noises, hollow calls.
I'd choke back trepidations now,
and feel this sun brand new,
Enveloped, safety held my hands
My future prised it loose.

They are more vibrant than she remembers, as she holds them in her hands. The leaves, caught in the violent, glorious throes of autumn, glow rich deep reds in her hands. Oranges and golds cascade around her in the swirling wind, brisk and playful as it tosses her hair around. The sky is brilliant, overwhelming as she gazes at it, head thrown back, arms stretched out wide. Her fingers are splayed, as if to try and catch some of this perfect, watercolour day in her hands - to hold it to her heart and take it out to marvel when the skies are grey.
Everything shines, everything glimmers, every light is thrown from every surface in a splash of resilient defiance to the bitter cold. Her cheeks glow from the long walk in the wind. But here, now, her numb fingers don't matter, grasping at the landscape as though the jubilant colours could be kept inside her forever.
Perhaps she can have them, she thinks. They never shone so brightly until she set her mind free, and now, in her head, they shine for her.


Free writing, for those of you not familiar with it, is a type of writing that you cannot change. Imagine your delete button, and your back key, and your cntrlx have all been removed.
Now write.
Try not to think too hard about it, try not to watch out for spelling mistakes, or typos, or repeated words. You can worry about that later.
It's the meaning that matters.

This piece has been edit from when I first freewrote it, simply to remove the spelling mistakes and tpying errors before posting it to this journal, no other changes were made.
I will always edit the errors out of my freewriting if I remember, but the content is never altered.
freewriters

Hidden Angel

I’ve brought for you an angel,
Perfect in your hands and eyes,
She’ll sing for you, and weep for you,
Keep her safe from harm my friend
And oh, she will delight’

 My angel will not sing for me,
Though I have held her dear,
Locked away from harm, and hands,
That grasp at cool and crystalline skin,
She floats vacant through my hallways,
Footsteps barely echoing on stone,
I cannot thrill in purest voice,
I toil in her delight within these shadowed walls,
Dim the lights and warm the air,
But it is not my name she calls
And yes, she weeps, but not for me,
At night, she weeps alone.

Hidden Devil

“I’ll wait for you til morning
I’ll greet you with the dawn,
I’ll hold you in my close embrace,
And sway  the dreams your mind has drawn”

He comes to me through twilight,
With twisted words and  gathered grief,
Holds up my hopes and dashes them,
Grasps my wrists and sinks his teeth.
My devil, hidden in my veins,
Will give to me no sweet  relief,
There can be no escape from him,
A tortured mind can never sleep.
And yet I hold him closer,
Than any mortal man could be,
Sinner, saviour, friendly foe,
Knows more of me than should be known,
Not found, attracted, merely grown,
His grace, I’ve never been alone

Closed,
unspoken, unsung,
let go your emotions,
wear them outside yourself,
like a velvet cape, let them catch
the light,
Reflecting the russet glow
of the setting sun
that illuminates our desires,
casting shadows over ideals,
let yourself,
be freed and flowing,
let your smile come easily
allow yourself
those words you hide
from day to day
too afraid to truly
be alive.
There is more to you than this
let it rule you
let it be you
your sleeve has missed
your heart,
where it should be 

You were waiting for me
once again I let you down
You were trying to reach me
and I never came around
Should I just surrender
To a fight I'll never win?
Your logic covers everything
I give up, and let you in

You were waiting for me
But I wouldn't make a sound
You were trying to reach me
And I still stayed underground
Should I let them out-
All the words I've longed to say?
Learn a part I've never had
I give up, but you just stay

I am beginning all over again.
Mostly because it was scattered and unorganised and unformated and such.
But also because I'm in one of those moods.


And it was full of crap.


So. I've picked out the bits that I liked from before, and I'm going to go post them again, each one in it's own post with it's relevant tag, and try get this place looking productive again.
If you notice something has gone, that is because I didn't want it there anymore.
Time to clear out the writing-clutter, yes?

Do not expect this will make me update more often by the way, you're still getting the one-a-week-if-you're-lucky I reckon.
C'est la vie ;)