http://www.worldspinsmadlyon.com An online notebook. Thoughts, writings, crap. Me. Wed, 13 May 2009 14:25:52 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en I know your face Your smile Your lips. I know your tongue, and the inside surface of your cheeks. I know your eyes - that thoughtless, perfect gaze.. In every detail. I know your body - From your neck, through your chest hair Below. I know your nipples, And your perfect mole. I know your smell. And sometimes I can close my ... http://www.worldspinsmadlyon.com/2009/05/who-the-fuck-are-you/ I started this blog a couple of years ago now as a place to post my occasionally writings of poetry, lyrics and fiction. I've decided to start using it now as more of a central place for me on the internet - with more blog-like diary posts, my writings, thoughts, ... http://www.worldspinsmadlyon.com/2009/05/my-blog-v2/ Riding on a train and It's tearing through the morning air and I'm looking out at the sea As we roll along the coast It feels like we're riding through the water And it's white with light Shining into my eyes Half-open I'm smiling as some folk-music plays right in my ears. This girl sings of clouds and love and ... http://www.worldspinsmadlyon.com/2008/11/the-city/ I think of you every day Not all day, but for a few moments a day And I wonder if you think of me too For a moment. And sometimes you have a different face And sometimes you don't have one And sometimes I wonder if I'll ever see your face While knowing you've never had one I've ... http://www.worldspinsmadlyon.com/2008/09/frozen/ We convince ourselves that life will be better after we get married, have a baby, then another. Then we're frustrated that the kids aren't old enough and we'll be more content when they are. After that, we're frustrated that we have teenagers to deal with. We'll certainly be happy when ... http://www.worldspinsmadlyon.com/2008/07/happiness-is-a-journey/ And I pray that God is real. And real in the sense that makes sense to me. Or I would pray that. If I believed in a God that answers prayers That matter. If that matters at all. http://www.worldspinsmadlyon.com/2008/07/i-pray/ From a distance the colours of my face merge to one. The imperfections of a self-consciously imperfect whole fade to grey. Ironic? I want everyone to see me from a distance, In my hope that I might find someone to hold me up close. Photo by me. View on DeviantArt. http://www.worldspinsmadlyon.com/2008/07/face/ The clinical sense of despair. That look - the silent, reserved pity. Nurses smiling - Why? Feeling guilty just for being OK When he's there, in that bed. Dead. Except his chest still moves up and down If you'd notice that. Cause he's jerking and he's fighting to get back on his feet. And his eyes are opening and shutting as ... http://www.worldspinsmadlyon.com/2008/07/an-empty-bed/ The following is my Advanced Higher English dissertation. For anyone who is interested it is 4,499 words in length. The maximum limit being 4,500 :P In the books Nineteen Eighty-Four by George Orwell and Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury, how effectively do the writers present convincing dystopias, extrapolating our current behaviour ... http://www.worldspinsmadlyon.com/2008/05/dystopia-disseration/ I desire your time. Your concentration. Alright, please. Just a little attention. It's easy to just let me in, Although someone else usually turns the handle. I'm here to stay. Could be for a while. But you know that anyway. I have your time, your concentration. A majority of your attention, a majority of the time. Hey, it's gonna be tough to get me out on your ... http://www.worldspinsmadlyon.com/2007/11/sadness/