Eloise Linton, welcome to my humble abode (AS Level Creative writing journal and container of spectacularities).
Saturday 28 December 2013
(To put in sentences link)
Nighttime changes me, I feel is if it is the moon. It brings out all the sides in me I can't allow to be fully illuminated.
Thursday 19 December 2013
Thursday 12 December 2013
Unchecked ramblings of the insomniac I currently am.
He told me he loved me like a jellyfish, never changing or growing; never ageing or getting one step closer to death- Biologically unchangeable. His love would only die if something killed it, it was a strange analogy, one of which the ending can only have been aimed at me. "The something that killed it part" I mean. Thoughtful I suppose, it meant more to me when he told me, it showed me he really knew me. He knew I wasn't a doves and rose petal type of girl. I guess I shouldn't have been so quick to dismiss it.
Thursday 5 December 2013
A journey
Flashes of green fill my sight entirely. Running away as soon as they're caught by my eye. I want to chase them, follow them into the depth of where they are.
Deeper and deeper until I'm consumed by lengthy meadows: ankle high, waist high, shoulder high. I wish to be drowned by the protracted hair of the earth. Maybe it would solve this affliction. Just maybe.
All at once darkness monopolises the aggregate. I'm panicking. My breath is shortening, speeding it's pace into an exhausting wheeze. Instantaneously the flash of green has returned. A tunnel, it was only a tunnel. My conscience must be growing on me, enhancing my paranoia. Demons of which no matter how fast this train goes I cannot escape.
Deeper and deeper until I'm consumed by lengthy meadows: ankle high, waist high, shoulder high. I wish to be drowned by the protracted hair of the earth. Maybe it would solve this affliction. Just maybe.
All at once darkness monopolises the aggregate. I'm panicking. My breath is shortening, speeding it's pace into an exhausting wheeze. Instantaneously the flash of green has returned. A tunnel, it was only a tunnel. My conscience must be growing on me, enhancing my paranoia. Demons of which no matter how fast this train goes I cannot escape.
Warmup task 4/12/13 "The first/last time I saw..."
The first time I saw it I knew, my life's epilogue in one soul.
One smile so naive and bright that it filled my world with a gracious halo of solitude.
my life coexisting with another for the previous two hundred and sixty four days, now, an eternity more.
My baby, my darling child with her gracious smile.
One smile so naive and bright that it filled my world with a gracious halo of solitude.
my life coexisting with another for the previous two hundred and sixty four days, now, an eternity more.
My baby, my darling child with her gracious smile.
Tuesday 3 December 2013
Keaton Henson (my favourite musician) quotes
Dear unknown, I hope you listen as though it were all for you.
I hope she knows it was.
I hope you can forget the fact I do both.
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I want you to be my life's epilogue, want you to stay real clean. I want you to fall in love again but only again with me.
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Does he know who you are?
Does he laugh, just to know
what he has?
Does he know not to talk
about your dad?
Does he know when you're sad?
You don't like to be touched,
Let alone kissed.
Does he know where your lips begin?
Do you know who you are?
Do you laugh, just to think
what I lack?
Do you know your lip shakes
when you're mad?
And do you notice when you're sad?
You don't like to be touched,
Let alone kissed.
Does his love make your head spin?
I hope she knows it was.
I hope you can forget the fact I do both.
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I want you to be my life's epilogue, want you to stay real clean. I want you to fall in love again but only again with me.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Does he know who you are?
Does he laugh, just to know
what he has?
Does he know not to talk
about your dad?
Does he know when you're sad?
You don't like to be touched,
Let alone kissed.
Does he know where your lips begin?
Do you know who you are?
Do you laugh, just to think
what I lack?
Do you know your lip shakes
when you're mad?
And do you notice when you're sad?
You don't like to be touched,
Let alone kissed.
Does his love make your head spin?
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