Easy Riders
A smile, a laugh, a tight embrace
the hazy days and loss of pace
a reckless chaos that feeds our soul
that steals our night and takes control.
We lose the sun its rise and fall
a world without time and the cold stone walls
we never look back or say goodbye
we just keep running, chasing the sky.
Is this what it feels like?
Freedom.
Zombies!
Posted by jenny5043 in cinema, film, independent film on December 16, 2011
A short documentary I directed for a University assignment. Hope you like it!
Where Is My Mind?
Gasping in the dark
the night is closing in
we lose our sense of self
and feed each other’s sin.
Alone I am a danger
I see the world crack
it splits and opens and pulls me through
my mind is lost in strange taboo.
My chaos is defiant
I revel in the shame
I’m more at home in darkness
and reborn in the pain.
I make my home, I make my bed
I hope I won’t go back
but every time the light breaks in
and I’m under attack.
The day is new but I am old
as old as my mistakes
my nightmare dwells in sunlight
but my chaotic nightworld waits.
Work In Progress
The long hot summers on Maple Drive
Fighting until moonlight, learning to survive.
Back then we were nothing and nothing is true,
now we are waiting unable to break through.
Feigned Absolution
ʎsdoʇ ʎʌɹnʇ ǝpısdn uʍop
That
sinking
feeling all around
A collage of colours lead me astray from
The orange beacons guiding my way
On top of the world I was looking
down
Free, indestructible, life of the show
Now all
alone
and the cold’s creeping in
Drowning in truth
Dreading reality.
I’ve been here before, I know what’s to come
To savour the numbness my only relief
Constricted, destroyed I will remain
My only way to extinguish the pain.
Essential Reading
I recently downloaded an ebook by Chuck Wendig called “Confessions of a Freelance Penmonkey” and I have to say it is one of the best writing books I have read. It contains everything you need to know about becoming a writer-it’s brutaly honest and completely hilarious. Wendig tells it like it is and it makes for great reading. Any aspiring writer should read this book!
Chuck Wendig posts daily writing information at his site http://terribleminds.com/ramble/ and his book is available to download on amazon. Seriously-GO GET IT!
A Soldier’s Tribute
The fire in your eyes that makes the darkness shine,
A heart on show I wish I could shield from
the fake twisted lies that try to deceive.
These things we love along with that smile;
they give us our strength,
they make us believe.
In the darkest days your voice is healing
You sing the words your Soldiers are feeling
Hearing those words I know I am home
Just six simple words;
You’re not in this thing alone.
When you soar we soar with you
And when you cry our tears fall too
No matter what we will stand strong
Your Soldiers elite chanting our song.
You stand so tall- I look to you
And when you fall- I look to you
To see how you get up again.
Sun, Sea and no BT- An Update
Posted by jenny5043 in Uncategorized on June 13, 2011
Hello to anyone who may be reading this and thank you for stopping by- I hope you like what you see. This is just a little newsflash to let you know that I’m escaping my humdrum life and going on holiday for a week so my precious blog is going to be rather desolate. I hope you’ll come back on the 22nd when normal service will resume with a post every week day. And as always I wish you well.
JJ
Remains
She struggled to open her eyes, feeling groggy it took her a few minutes to realise where she was. As she struggled to stand up she watched the desolate horizon as the sun went down.
Shit!
She couldn’t believe she had slept through the day-how had she been so foolish?
Her heart raced as she tried to think of the nearest shelter, if she didn’t get undercover soon she would be toast. Quickly she gathered her worn down backpack and small but precious water bottle. She ran.
She ran towards the cliffs and she did not stop. So many times she had seen this happen to others, watched from afar wishing she could help but knowing there was nothing she could do. She wondered if there was someone near,watching her and wishing they could help. It didn’t matter now.
As she reached the bottom of the cliffs she heard the familiar screech that made her flinch as it echoed around the valley. She had never left it this late before,never been this close to death. Her whole body shook with terror as she took her first steps onto the rock, desperately climbing and hoping to find somewhere to hide. She noticed her hands were bleeding from the sharp stone but she did not let that stop her, she was so terrified she didn’t even feel the pain.
She was lucky.
There was a small indent in the rock about a quarter of the way up. She had managed to find it and to squeeze herself in. She turned herself around to watch the valley as the last light died.
There they were; black, deformed figures flying towards the rocks. Their screams were painful to the ear and their eyes burned red in the darkness. All Emily could do was pray, pray they wouldn’t find her because she knew that there was no worse way to die-the reapers enjoyed pain, the reapers had no mercy.
Pray…
