Comments Posted By Mark Clarke
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My dislike is hard to earn and diffcult to shake. Being as I’m loathe to make decisions, those that do get made tend to stay made. Beware ye who contemplate crossing me. Beware…
» Posted By Mark Clarke On 04.30.2009 @ 7:24 am
Give me a wish, give me a dream, give me a goal to make the sunrise brighter and fill my world with unrequited hope. Take from me this accursed satisfaction and replace it with a gnawing sense of purpose. Someone please!
» Posted By Mark Clarke On 12.10.2008 @ 7:47 am
Lock and key. Safe. Safe inside this box I am. Safe and sound. I clap my hands together in satisfaction. Deep breath… So, I think glancing around my empty, secure box, what now?
» Posted By Mark Clarke On 01.30.2009 @ 8:00 am
You’re a princess, he said, kissing her lightly on the forehead.
The girl wrinkled up her face in disgust and hastily scrubbed her wrist across her forehead.
Why can’t I be a Queen?, she demanded petulantly.
» Posted By Mark Clarke On 01.26.2009 @ 7:47 am
Sublime. I know what it means and yet the first thing that popped into my head was someone who didn’t care for lemons. ‘Well it’s absolute crap next to the lime. Definately a sub-lime standard of excellence’.
» Posted By Mark Clarke On 01.23.2009 @ 9:29 am
Change for me, a change for you. We should drift apart like continents and crash into others as we go. Change, the ugly no-man’s land between order and chaos. It’s how we roll.
» Posted By Mark Clarke On 01.21.2009 @ 6:18 am
The dappled light glowed through the skin of the leaves, shadows shifting back and forth according to the whims of the gentle breeze. The veins, the frame, the givers and ultimate tendrils of the great tree stood out in sharp contrast in the crisp spring sunshine.
» Posted By Mark Clarke On 01.15.2009 @ 3:18 am
My favourite thing is over 200 miles away and also not a thing. I don’t know when I’ll see her again and at this point I’m finding it hard to think about anything else. Gotta get her out of my head…
» Posted By Mark Clarke On 01.12.2009 @ 6:47 am
A wealth of ideas flooded into his mind and he just couldn’t concentrate. He knew what he’d do. He’d invent a machine to pick one idea from his head at a time. Now, he thought, how to get started…
» Posted By Mark Clarke On 01.06.2009 @ 8:03 am
In the dock once more. I’d like to say that I couldn’t help myself but the truth is that I wouldn’t and now no-one else is gonna. This is the way it’s gonna play out and everyone always knew it was gonna come to this. I just wish ma wouldn’t cry so much.
» Posted By Mark Clarke On 12.15.2008 @ 7:24 am
‘I’m in it for the ree-ward,’ the old man growled chewing on the end of his unlit cigar stub. I giggled nervously and backed out of the room with the coveted toy horse held behind my back.
‘Where you going boy?’ He growled starting to his feet…
» Posted By Mark Clarke On 03.23.2009 @ 8:47 am
Under the Austrlian sun the day-worn flats lie parched as the air shimmers above the ground. Never had he found himself so alone. Never had he found himself so free.
» Posted By Mark Clarke On 03.11.2009 @ 8:48 am
I meant to tell her exactly what she meant to me but I got lost. Lost in thoughts and dreams and longing. I held the moment like a bubble in my hand, desperate that nothing should change but certain that however hard I tried, it was eventually going to burst.
» Posted By Mark Clarke On 01.05.2009 @ 6:23 am
‘Give me the gear’ came the shout. I just kept running. I had no idea what I was doing I just knew I had to get the hell out of there.
Breathing was becoming an issue. You can’t run forever.
» Posted By Mark Clarke On 12.08.2008 @ 7:30 am
I’m hovering around, indecisive; buzzing my confusion, waiting for someone to show me the way. Unfortunately, things that buzz are often swatted.
» Posted By Mark Clarke On 12.01.2008 @ 9:13 am
I held on for longer than I should have. Held on until she was forced to tear away. I felt a rush of shame and of anger and turned away to hide my pain from her. Plenty more fish they tell me…
» Posted By Mark Clarke On 11.26.2008 @ 9:23 am
October is actually the tenth month. Bloody Roman emperors and their dreams of Calendar-related immortality. They’ve gone and screwed it up. Bastards.
» Posted By Mark Clarke On 07.03.2009 @ 3:48 am
‘Fake it for me’ she whispered urgently. Sweating profusely, he tried again and again but he couldn’t do it, he couldn’t simulate it. It was too precious to him.
» Posted By Mark Clarke On 06.23.2009 @ 6:07 am
Sweet coral colours relax my mind when I look at them. They’re just so gentle and passive, letting your attention sweep across them, demanding nothing of you. Sweet coral colours and pastel shades soothe me.
» Posted By Mark Clarke On 07.16.2009 @ 7:36 am
I’m so lazy. I’ve known this for most of my life but I’ve never done anything about it. I’m not proud of the fact, nor am I wallowing in it. It’s just that, so prevalent is my condition that I simply can’t do anything about it!
» Posted By MarK Clarke On 07.14.2009 @ 8:02 am
General confusion, general dismay, generality caused some trouble just the other day. I generally acted like a dick, girlfriend said she’s sick of it. She’s had enough and gone away.
» Posted By Mark Clarke On 04.16.2009 @ 1:24 am
Disconnect the TV and listen to the wind blowing through the trees, nudging blossom loose to whip around like technicolour snow flurries
» Posted By Mark Clarke On 04.14.2009 @ 8:05 am
‘You startled me’ was an understatement. Maybe it was just because I was so tired and run-down (I like to think so) but she in fact scared the crap out of me. She could at least stop giggling at me…
» Posted By Mark Clarke On 11.04.2008 @ 2:48 am
Gently he lifted her chin towards him. Her eyes were already closed as she leant in and he felt the excited rush of adrenalin, joy and nausea that always beset him at this point.
» Posted By Mark Clarke On 10.27.2008 @ 8:25 am
There’s a path I have to find but the land is just so overgrown. So instead, I sit in my room and watch movies as I silently mouth along to the dialogue. The search continues…
» Posted By Mark Clarke On 10.24.2008 @ 3:26 am
The wee little bulb of life sat beneath the soil waiting, waiting for the creeping warmth that would signify that it’s moment had come. The moment in which it weould finally fulfill its potential and push through into the light.
» Posted By Mark Clarke On 10.21.2008 @ 3:49 am
Put the crown upon your head and shut your mouth. This crown isn’t about you, you see? It’s about them, it’s always been about them. Without those you look down upon, you’d be the King of Diddly-Squat right about now.
» Posted By Mark Clarke On 10.14.2008 @ 6:22 am
Some dream of flight, soaring through the sky and enjoying what amounts to the perfect form of freedom. Not even gravity can hold you down any longer.
» Posted By Mark Clarke On 10.08.2008 @ 5:44 am
Up the hill and down the way,
was the place we used to play,
but when the clouds would all roll in,
we ran back home and scampered in.
» Posted By Mark Clarke On 10.07.2008 @ 7:59 am
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‘The evidence is a clear indicator of your unrepenting guilt sir. Have you nothing to say?’ the man remained silent and dour. ‘Very well,’ his accuser continued, ‘It must be clear to one and all that this man did, in fact, eat all of the pies.’
» Posted By Mark Clarke On 10.01.2008 @ 1:30 am