Sins Of which there are Seven Black gates That lock you out of Heaven Which shade Of Darkness will you Pick What Diease of the Soul Which type of Sick We are Human Sin is in our NatureThey are wordsIn our Nomenclature The only choice That we have to Visit Is which type of Sin Will give you their Ticket.
Second week at my parents and my ongoing problems with procrastination – but progress is being made!
The end of the road was clear now. Where was I going? Who knows. Just, away. Away from here, away from them. Away from her. She had ruined me. Ruined everything I ever had, ever knew and ever was. I was an old temple. Once tall and mighty, worshipped and beautiful. And now I was nothingContinue reading “Rotten Peach”
So week two was almost worse than week one in terms of staying on schedule – as seen from the Sunday upload instead of the Friday (though I was travelling for this one) but I hope you enjoy it anyway!
Here is a part two of the painting that I did during my mini holiday at my parents’ house. I wonder if I was proud of them..😂. But I enjoyed it so much and so I now just need to figure out how to keep it up now that I’m back in the city.
So I went to my parents house for a few weeks and while I have the house to myself for the weekend, I thought I’d do something that I haven’t done for ages: Paint! I haven’t used watercolour in a long time and so I’m a little rusty but I still had a lot ofContinue reading “Getting back into Painting in Watercolours”
Calling me to the edge of the world That woman’s whisper “Come find me” And I dropped everything To search for her And so here I am At the edge of the world I could not find her Still she calls to me “Come find me” But I have nowhere left to look A flickerContinue reading “Calling Me”
So I have been AWOL for a bit as I tried to come up with new content and I’ve come up with a new series where I walk you through how I world-build and you can contribute too by adding comments on what you want to be included in future episodes.
A blooming rose Sits on my windowsill Watering can in hand I feed it well It opens to me A beautiful red A damning colour Beauty can be bad A watereed rose A drowned wife Such an event Enraged me so That when I next saw A blooming rose Waiting on my sill I leftContinue reading “A Blooming Rose”
The forces of evil and malcontent were working against me, And it brought down the most thunderous of clouds upon my spirit. It made me want to cry, And yet, do nothing of the sort. In the end I simply sat at my grey window, In my grey room, Looking up at the grey sky. Continue reading “Grey”