My subconscious, like a bramble patch, sometimes catches me like a pile of barbed wire, twisted, confused mess of sharp edges, chaotic metal like thread of hard associations and painful memory.
Are you with me, or against me? my reflection demands, so far into the night when the hour is late and the starlight looms down like white eyed judges at an execution. My reflection demands a verdict, and although my hair won’t be singed, I may lose my head. I may lose some ghost of…… Continue reading Caught in a second (1)
When my mind smiles it wafts like a cloudy day- scudding charcoal and light puffing grey splotches across a brilliant blue sky. Endless light and clarity, tempered by such soft patches of gentle in-distinction. On darker days the pressure builds and storm clouds loom, ominous and foreboding of what is to come- first rumblings of deepest…… Continue reading My mind like a weather system
Preparing to write- My fingers flex like little boxers making their way to the ring, bouncing up and down on the balls of their tiny feet, stretching and swigging water. In the opposite corner my brain reclines, languishing like a pro, confident in it’s electrical superiority. The bell chimes, and the fight begins. I stare…… Continue reading An epic battle (1)
She’s a mess of straight lines. The artist was jogged when designing her mind- the colours blurred merged to form something wholly unheard of. But the artist was a modernist avant garde in his approach, what cared he if her figure had two left knees joint by what looked like a barge pole. So disjointed…… Continue reading Artists Mistake
The words coil in your mind; they billow and blossom and meander. Ideas suggest themselves; they show themselves as reflection in the wet pools of your thoughts. You absorb their indication as you concentrate, you look in the direction they lead your minds eye, and you start to wonder at their echoes and their strains…… Continue reading The art of writing- the act of expression
“I look forward to experiencing the world seen through your eyes..” This was a comment I received on a post I published a couple of days ago, and although it was obviously complimentary and meant as an endorsement of what they’d read so far (which I very much appreciated), it kinda got me thinking; and…… Continue reading The world seen through schizophrenic eyes (1)