If you think you’re mad! You probably are. By C A Middleton © 2017 Saladin brushes his teeth. Why wouldn’t he? He’s an hygienic fellow-mi-lad. The words appeared behind my perceptive organs for no reason I can fathom. It’s how my mind works when it’s been forced into hiding for a few days. It flashes … Continue reading
Last Minute Questions. Recently an astute question flew my way from an intelligent mind. The question has vexed me since I started this blog to throw my ideas out to the great unknown. The query happened to be more expansive than I quote, but I’m sharing the main crux of it. “Why do you, a … Continue reading
A Brief Moment With A Vampyre. By C A Middleton © 2017 Phen tasted vague, frayed strips of broken memory regarding their earlier meeting. She carried the gift. Not all of her kind did. Flitting around and within the memories, like emotional weave, sang his lust for her. She also tasted a little infatuation: the … Continue reading
Awake The Master. By C A Middleton @ 2017 Sleep, my soul, close your eyes, Absorb the sea and swollen skies. Slip off skin and thorny coat, Feel the snake ride down your throat. Watch the moon dance on the hill, Catching girls with dreams to thrill. Up and over, down and through, Talking of … Continue reading
Veni. Vidi. Me tergum stetit, By C A Middleton © 2017 We complain about life, but We aren’t the doe deer. Those beautiful, yet Soulful, eyes Tell you theirs is An existence of Eventually being eaten. Whereas we were lucky enough To flower in less Terrible woodlands: Apart from environments which Those with currency Farm … Continue reading
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Merry Whatever This is Now. By C A Middleton © 2017 13:13 Unlucky for some? Let’s see how my day comes. A quick, nervous jaunt Into the grasping hands Of a generic Asda store. I stopped in horror and A little bit of awe. Just there In between the doors. Is it the end of … Continue reading
Punctuation Kills Me. By C A Middleton © 2017 What a difference punctuation makes. Love Trumps Hate. Love? Trumps Hate!
The Last. By C A Middleton © 2017 I can’t see through eyes Clouded with a blend. Each time the devil comes I see my own end. He saunters to a stop Before the numbers reach zero. Shouting out judgments: He’s given up on his hero. The blood spatter’s dried; The curtains are closed. Despite … Continue reading
Exclusively Lived. By C A Middleton © 2017 The future is a long time ago for him. Now he exclusively lives in the past. His brain: a weapon of mass distraction; Always ready to blast. The spirits are people with fading form, Their lullabies screech through the wall. He would tell them to quieten down, … Continue reading