Tag Archives: Life

Buggy Races

March 13, 2016poems, poetry, WordsBuggy Races, childhood, Crap Wheels, Humour, Life, Mornings, Observation, Parenting, poetry, School Run, Time, Toddlers, wordskmjmreed

Drawing of a childs buggy

Wheels rattling

Hardened grip

Push shunt

Kerb trip

Toy fallen

Toddler crying

Comfort-comfort

Parent trying

Winning line

Neck stooped

All losers

All pooped

I’m Not Bitter But…

March 2, 2016creative writing, poetry, Rant, Uncategorized, WordsBitter, Blah blah blah, Depression, Droning On, Facebook, Humour, Introverted, Life, Listening to people being and feeling great, Mental Health, Pretending to listen or care, Rant, Sarcasm, Thoughts, wordskmjmreed

While some of us are thinking about it, some are actually doing it, and those who are doing it are usually telling me all about it. By all accounts, there great at it too! And feeling greater about it, every… single… day!

Honestly, I’m over the moon for you, I truly am… warms my cockles… no end. But, In my thinking… and trust me I’ve had the time too (about what it is you’re great at doing), I have got to say, that I’ve decided I would be so much… much, better than you! Even if I wanted to do it, but I don’t even need to, (I’m actually laughing in my mind), I haven’t even thought to try it… unbelievable!

So, just in case you’re thinking about telling me all about it… again! Don’t bother because I won’t be listening from now on, I’ll just be… thinking about… me! Maybe not trying it, deciding not to do it… again!

Thanks for listening.

When the Sun Hits

March 1, 2016poems, poetry, WordsEyes, Humour, Images, Its just the sun rising, Life, Nostalgia, Opposites Attract, Perception, Perpetual Dawn, poetry, Short and sweet, Thoughts, wordskmjmreed

All thanks to a lens in your eyes,

when the sun outlines the horizon.

A sunset: no different to a sunrise,

just something to keep your eyes on.

Sky Dependency Unit

February 29, 2016creative writing, Flash Fiction, short stories, WordsAndroid, dark, Do you remember the 80's film called Daryl?, Fantasy, Flash Fiction, Freedom, Gloomy Outlook, Life, life and death, Restrictions Apply, Sci-Fi, Short Story, Sky, Throw Away Culture, Time, Workplacekmjmreed

Daryl hadn’t seen a full open sky for nine, whole, working years; un-retractable visors had been fixed above his eyes to protect them from the elements, to focus his attention on his work. His perfectly symmetrical, amber, tear-shaped eye-slots were unable to look up; limiting him to sporadic glimpses of a pixelated horizon.

It seemed that the sun set and rose perpetually, kaleidoscopic in their beauty but increasingly cruel to Daryl (something incomprehensible to human thought).

Over the recent days, gradually Daryl felt oddly distant, and a coldness had bred; invading his core, it was like he was viewing himself slipping away, into ever-more denser, industrialised fog. He felt his visors would soon be taken off him, only to be fixed upon another; his younger brother.

Seemingly, his hardship was nobody’s fault, just the way things were, part of growing up as a simulacrum; in a brutal, un-empathising, nonsensical world.

By his calculations, he would be free in hours, to take in as much sky as he had desperately yearned for — only that moment never arrived, because he broke down that very moment his visors were to be removed. He was left in numerical order amongst faulty prototypes, lying against his predecessor, in a stuffy, dark, windowless room; to desperatly decay without burial or ceremony, to be replaced by a newer and more advanced unit.

One of Daryl’s amber eye-slots still inexplicably flickers in the otherwise overwhelming blackness; momentarily revealing some evidence of limp limbs that filled the room poorly.

Visors were never to be fixed upon his brother…