flokot

2010-01-02

Lover and monster.
My desire to read the soul.
What words exist within the frame I see before me?
I would rip you open if I could.
Monstrous longing to know, truly know, wh…

2010-01-02

The visitors’ centre is busy today.
Children rummage through boxes of plush toy horses.
History books line the shelves.
Tall boards detail the local identities.

There is o…

2009-07-01

Musings on The Phantom of the Opera, rainy days and romance.

Scattered showers fall on the wild, windy day. The grey clouds loom low. A perfect day to be indoors. To get so…

15 May 2009 11:11 PM

I’m sure it’d be easier to write if circumstances were nicer. If the sounds coming in my window were merely the rain, wind and rustling of trees. Instead, these are drow…

1 May 2009
Easter Story

A great cross stands tall upon a dark mountaintop. As the sun begins to rise the sky turns red and black clouds begin to swirl. Heavy fog lifts and the green grass i…

Brisk evening turns to chilled night, and the brilliant hues of sunset are lost in ink black. The haze and clouds from the power stations mingle with the heavy fog, and settle close to the grou…

What use is outward good behaviour if the mind is darkened by hatred? Change the inside first, and the outside is bound to follow.

The cutest couple I saw that day – fully costumed. Girl in a mediaeval princess costume, all laced and long skirts and flowing hair. Guy in a knight’s outfit. Holding hands at the illuminated m…

The bats were noisy last night,
Screeching and fighting in the big tree,
Heavily winging across the full moon.
It seemed too cliched to be true,
but there they were in my backyard.

[14-1…

if every choice i make today
is shaping who i am,
i wonder what i will become
many years from now?

I thought it was a spider
I’m glad it’s just a moth

[On the perils of being shortsighted in a dimly lit room and not able to tell the identity of the marks on the ceiling.]

3-10-2008