• siobhan347 commented on the post, manhattan 4 years ago

    A mad hatter with a hat on. A man-made heaven. A three syllabled paradise. Man-hatt-an. A Lego square with intestines and glowing lights. A mecca. A melting pot. A miasma. A jungle book of noise. A city of drama and dreams. A salute, a nod, a handshake to mankind. An applause. A bow. A silver smile.

  • siobhan347 commented on the post, truth 4 years, 2 months ago

    The truth stands before us like a silver sword waiting to be grasped. It glows with certainty. There is no avoiding it. The truth will set us free, but only if it is acknowledged. And then, like a flurry of white feathers in the breeze, everything will become light again, its dimensions doubt-free.

  • siobhan347 commented on the post, flames 4 years, 2 months ago

    Up in flames, what we had. Invisible, licking hot flames. Everything blistered and gone. Ashy embers, charred bones. What did we expect with flammable dreams? No flesh remains now, only the fossilized imprint of who we were. I wouldn’t recognise you now. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. But through the cleansing fire I’ve walked, and am reborn. You…[Read more]

  • siobhan347 commented on the post, lamb 4 years, 2 months ago

    They say if March comes in like a lamb (mild and quiet, with a frolick) – it will go out like a lion (with a roar – stormy weather). Or vice-versa – in like a lion, out like a lamb. I don’t know which I prefer, maybe just the lamb, all lamb, all frolicking around green fields and little baa giggles and oodles and everything light.

  • siobhan347 commented on the post, knock 4 years, 3 months ago

    Knock Knock? Who’s there? Universe thumps a reply. Yeah, I’ve been knocked down but I’ll get up again…(you’re never going to keep me down) It’s a hard knock life for us… Knock-kneed I venture forward. Knock knock? Is anyone there? Really, is anyone there? Said the traveller, knocking on the moonlit door….

  • siobhan347 commented on the post, master 4 years, 4 months ago

    ‘I am the captain of my soul, the master of my fate.’ I will conquer, I will endure, I will learn how to do this. I will reign over the fear that encircles me and tame the doubt. I will triumph.

  • Experience is such a vast word. Well it has to be really I suppose, as it contains within it many worlds. Like a Russian doll word. With many layers. And many learnings. Experience is a pupil crouched at a desk, absorbed in a book. Experience is a barefoot traveller in a strange country. Experience is hands digging in to new food. Experience is…[Read more]

  • siobhan347 commented on the post, five 4 years, 5 months ago

    High five man. Five-a-side. Five fingers, five toes, five gives a rosy glow. Two pairs and one alone.

  • siobhan347 commented on the post, higher 4 years, 5 months ago

    ‘Your love keeps lifting me, lifting me higher….’ Higher and higher above sky, above horizon line, high enough to see everything that was hidden before. From tethered to ground to sky-diving, feathers transforming frowns, ties to trampoline. Everything looks different here. I live in a new plane.

  • siobhan347 commented on the post, soon 4 years, 6 months ago

    Don’t say soon. Soon is too faraway, too vague. Like a balloon set to air that drifts away. Soon is like that. It can escape you. It’s as distant as the North Pole. It placates, excuses, postpones.

  • siobhan347 commented on the post, soon 4 years, 6 months ago

    Soon. We’ll get there soon. Over the horizon. You’ll see. When the stars settle. When the wind stops. Soon. Just a feather’s breadth away. An iota ounce. A breath, a bounce, a buoyant turn. There.

  • siobhan347 commented on the post, hall 4 years, 6 months ago

    This hall is never-ending. Red-carpeted and dimly lit. There’s no doors. no rooms, no way out. The pattern of the carpet is all swirls: snakes and ladders. And every step forward only leads to three steps back.

  • siobhan347 commented on the post, satisfy 4 years, 6 months ago

    Such a selfish word really. ‘Are you satisfied’? Have you had enough? Do you want more? And what if you’re not satisfied, what if I’m not enough? I sacrifice everything for you to make sure that you are sufficiently satisfied; while I’m just a beat off miserable. Satisfaction is a greedy luxury.

  • siobhan347 commented on the post, arts 4 years, 6 months ago

    I want to work in the arts. Like an alchemist. Wade knee-deep in colours, get my hands all inky. I want to work in swirls and twirls of meaning, get all tangled up in stars and be rewarded with a salary of knowing what it means to be alive.

  • siobhan347 commented on the post, solution 4 years, 7 months ago

    There’s a solution to this I know. But it’s not as simple as maths, not like algebra or equations where the ‘solution’ was an answer worked. With some hard thinking, pencil scribbling, it would be found, happened upon like a sudden revelation.
    But not now. The logistics are barbed wire loops on which my heart gets caught. Into the wilderness of…[Read more]

  • siobhan347 commented on the post, fresh 4 years, 7 months ago

    I want a fresh start. Like lying down in dewy grass. With the day as a blank slate. And air as clear as song to breathe. And green light all around.

  • siobhan347 commented on the post, dominant 4 years, 7 months ago

    The word is already fulfilling its function as it looms in front of me in black ink. (What happened to the softer lilac hue OW?)
    Dominant people remind me of stag deer, their antlers a ‘don’t mess with me’ […]

  • siobhan347 commented on the post, alive 4 years, 8 months ago

    A body, rising up from sleep, from horizontal to vertical, sitting to standing, from dark into light. A recognition like the zing-snap of a light-bulb, an electrical charge, an enthusiasm like a racing pulse. The […]

  • siobhan347 commented on the post, towers 4 years, 8 months ago

    In towers, there live princesses. Trapped. By old crones, wicked stepmothers. Or sometimes, by themselves, in cold stone of their own making, defences that became fortresses, silently, strictly. And in these […]

  • siobhan347 commented on the post, darlings 4 years, 9 months ago

    Murder your darlings. That’s what they say in every writing class. Get rid of them. Edit and erase. Those frolicking flowery words that curl around your prose like porcelain doll ringlets. Those slippery […]