Sunday, 31 July 2011

I've started so I'll finish

This epic hurdle race
Monumental hoop jump spree
I have three hurdles
One hoop and, finally free,
A cork to pop

Wednesday, 20 July 2011

"Success" By Christina Cassie

No need to wake or write,
No need to count down the time

Writing hand can finally rest,
Now only to hope we’ve achieved our best

Success, success,
All stressed to achieve success

But who gets to judge who’s done best?
How do you define success?
Married with babies?
The fact you can buy new breasts?

Does the louder sound of Kerchiiing
Equal the amount of happiness it brings?

Or is success measured by the amount you smile?
Even if you have to count your coins for awhile,

Should it be defined by your laughter and friends?
Rather than the bigger house, the sports car, the amount you spend,

So before you decide what job to get,
Make sure you know your own definition of “success”

Tuesday, 12 July 2011


Written by James Christopher Sheppard

And I say stop
Stop your drinking and stop your thinking.
Stop your smoking and stop your over capacitated need to complain.

This six-foot hole
will swallow you whole, no sign of the apocalyptic end
or even the celebration of continuation.

But if you stopped
what would you do? If not now, when?
Let the alcohol drown your blood or the tar crack your lung?

If I say stop
will it matter anyway? That hole is just a foot in front
Laying in wait for it’s feeding.

So if I stopped
what would I become without? If I sold all my belongings,
took my passport and left, would I find my real life after all?

The hole will gape always,
but you can creep away so long as you come back.
You can’t escape your destiny, which is that hole.