Thanks Sophie Ward!

Sophie Ward from the Paper Castle Press put three of my short pieces on her blog, here they are @

http://papercastlepress.com/blog/?p=5448

Puppet Show

It may be an extremely depressing assertion to make, but I am frequently reminded of how inherently weak all human beings are. We all sadly believe that we are in control, but truly - it is this false ideology of control which ultimately leads to all of our downfalls. Because even when you believe that you are in control, there is always someone around the corner who is waiting to shoot you down.

Although there are some who prove me wrong, in the end everybody else whom I have encountered are like puppets, dancing, playing and acting - as though life is like a foolish game. There is no meaning to these masquerades, however, it appears to me that this constant need for deception are a catalyst from insecurity and unhappiness.

In the end, the saddest part of all of this is - by the time you acknowledge what you have done wrong:

Lied
Cheated
Stole
All of the above,

And you begin to finally feel something about what you have done - you are too much of a coward to recognise the mess that you have made. The mess that you are.

Yes, you've fucked me over - but in my own mind, I am clinging to the sweet scent of Karma comming right your way.

Sometimes

I don't know why I was hit so hard, but sometimes, in life you will meet an individual who simply shakes you to the very, core of your being. Although there is no tangible way of explaining it, there is just something about them, which makes you feel like you could live life forever - just like this.

Sometimes, the two extremes of love are intertwined, and the only thing I can feel, is like a tapestry of only black and grey. And although the reality has been clearly painted in black and white, I am a foreigner to this feeling. Perhaps there is simply a connection - a connection which which makes you constantly think twice. But it is also a connection which brings us a touch of comfort (and maybe even familiarity).

Sometimes, when we hold hands and brush our bodies gently against each other - you bring a tingle down my spine. And for that moment in time, you let me into your world and I find myself naievely wondering whether or not you are feeling the same.

Sometimes, when you piggyback me and spin me around on your back, it feels as though I am almost yours - and I truly wish that one day I will fall, and you will come down with me.

Sometimes, when you tell me that I am beautiful, I have to cover my face with the blanket. And on the surface it may seem like I am pushing you away, you should know that deep down, it's because you made me blush...

Sometimes, when you equate me as being childish, I am thinking deep down, that in actuality, you are the one who is childish - for not knowing how much I could potentially look after you.

And secretly, I wish that you want to look after me as well...

Ace of Hearts

Verse 1

Today is like a day of reverberations, a day where all the bits of pieces she's been gathering together in her mind
have all been put together
like a complete jigsaw puzzle
Like little earthquakes, she felt you shake me around and you made her fall...
And during the aftershock you made me her...you made her see

Chorus

Oh baby, she aint wrong but here she goes
there she goes away, running, running, running, away with him
Oh baby, she aint wrong but here she goes
there she goes away, running, running, running, away with him

Verse 2

Remember the time you shuffled that deck and pulled out that ace of hearts - just like magic
And It seemed as though you were meant to be...but
You dont want to love me, You just want to play me...
Just like your magic tricks, everything is like a card game to you

Chorus

Oh baby, she aint wrong but here she goes
there she goes away, running, running, running, away with him
Oh baby, she aint wrong but here she goes
there she goes away, running, running, running, away with him

Bridge

But today your games have all ended now
Because she is no longer chasing
Because she is no longer waiting
And today your games are over now
Because we're no longer playing
No, we're already escaping

Chorus

Oh baby, she aint wrong but here she goes
there she goes away, running, running, running, away with him
Oh baby, she aint wrong but here she goes
there she goes away, running, running, running, gone.

Scattered

In many ways, through my eyes, human beings are all like little jigsaw puzzles. Because sometimes, in life, when you least expect it, the wholesome way you pieced yourself together to be becomes entirely destroyed by a single individual who you have just met for the first time.

And as they take each piece of the puzzle from you one by one, you don't know why but it doesn't feel like they are stealing from you. And as they continue to break more and more of your perfect puzzle, without noticing, you find yourself with a few of their pieces, too.

By the end of this game, you are both left incomplete, broken and shattered - holding only onto the myriad scattered remains. And not knowing what it is you should be doing with them..

When she begins to fall

I was woken, in the middle of the night,
...I thought I heard your voice,
but you were already gone...
Where did you go?
I dont know...

He whispers in his sleep, "Catch me if u can find me baby."

Running, running, running....gone

Voyuer

Your are sexiest in the morning, just as you step out of the shower...
with your body dripping wet
and that towel over your waist catching every drop...
For a moment in time I am a voyuer, your voyuer
perhaps,
I am not sure...
as I catch myself hypnotised by something so fleeting
and fantasizing...about running my tongue and licking down every drop of water...
that slides along your body
slowly...

A Little Piece of Evil

In another religion, they believe that all the realms collide. The world is like a kaleidoscope where humans and spirits play...so for a second there I thought that you too, had disappeared...

Whether this is the beginning or the ending, I will be eternally hiding from the world - and hiding from my inability to recocile with the past - because in this moment in time, it is easier just to run around in my own head - hoping that something meaningful will catalyse from this act.

But somewhere along the line, after the rubix cube of a mind of mine decides to unlock itself - spilling out words, phrases, even just faces, it can be concluded that everything that will ease the pain is stored up in my own head - that perhaps it is not up to anyone else but myself to be at peace with life, and accept some of the mistakes that people make....and how they hurt you in that process...

Because hiding within every single one of us is a little piece of evil - and It's like a mind game where we begin, tumbling towards ecstasy and acting out of passion, until we are snapped back to trappings of our own reality.