The Ever Scribbling Hand

Empty Darkness

2008-03-19T21:13:00.002Z

Empty Darkness screaming silence,
knifes edge ponder,
oblivions beckoning wander.
She dropped,
a dizzying pit,
a pitiful spit,
ominous thunder.
Forget, forgotten,
Poisoned, swept away,
invisible nothing,
forever empty grey.

Doormat Girl

2007-01-26T12:12:00.000Z

(song lyrics)

I'm your doormat
Wipe your shit off on me
Who cares about a doormat?
Doesn't feel, doesn't flee.
Go ahead, walk all over,
'Cause I'll take it again
I'll say it's okay
And I think your my friend.

Friends don't ignore, it's not right
It's not right that I endure,
to be your doormat, I don't fight
I don't fight for this and that
against the crap, so all I am
A lonely doormat with no friend

I'm your tool
And I bend to your will.
Use me and abuse me
Who cares if I spill?
Push me till I break
I'll clean it up.
You'll never know what's wrong
so it won't stop.

Friends don't ignore, it's not right
It's not right that I endure,
to be your doormat, I don't fight
I don't fight for this and that
against the crap, so all I am
A lonely doormat with no friend

Doormat Girl Underfoot
Gettin caught in a rut
Doormat Girl All Alone
Has no fun, sits at home
Doormat Girl, Doormat Girl
Takes the pills and lives no more

A Dead and Lonely Doormat with no friend

Halloween Poem

2007-01-16T15:14:00.000Z

Dark, whispy clouds drift past the moon tonight
A fog wraps the land in a chilling cold bite
A Swirl of distant howling echoes all around
Footsteps lightly crunching leaves on the ground

The wind whispers a breath of stilllness
Its frozen fingers brush skin with its kiss
An eerie laugh just brief and haunting
Innocent yet dark and daunting

A crawling shiver stands hairs to tingle
Hearing this nights ghostly jingle
For Halloween's hold is now descending
To trick or treat for ever ending

(written Oct '06)

A GIRL SWEPT AWAY

2007-01-14T12:05:00.000Z

In the wind she blew away, so frail and light,
invisible to the eye and quiet as the night.
And no one noticed when she disappeared today,
forgotten into nothing, her presence trailed away.

Could they remember her name, those people she knew?
How she would sit and simply listen, did they have a clue
that she was even there at all, tucked in the corner?
Did they know evey second in silence was quietly killing her.

No one looked into the eyes to see what was behind.
Why would you question the girl who always sat and smiled?
Easy to ignore that which slowly drifts and fades,
forgotten into nothing, the girl who was swept away.

(I wrote this in Nov '06)

Once Upon a Time

2007-01-14T11:40:00.000Z

I started writing when I was about 8 years old, and I haven't stopped since then. I started writing well, when I went into 3rd class. I would have been about 9 or 10. My teacher was an inspiration to everything creative and I learned so much from him. I shudder to think what would have become of me if I didn't have him as my teacher. I love writing because of him. So, I suppose I should say thankyou Mr. John Doyle.