I have spent every waking moment Devouring hopes, dreams And fears. I have hunted them down, shredded and swallowed the pieces For hours, days… years. I hoard the carcasses and Suck on the bones: Their fading essence I savour. I keep them buried safe, Away from other beasts Also seeking their flavour. * Originally from…
It’s time to raise my hand and admit to something:
Onto The Next Page has been live now for just under two months. Granted that’s not a long time, but I can already see where my biggest blogging flaw lies: consistency! In the initial rush of inspiration, I didn’t quite register to the fact that my old-as-time procrastination habits would come back to bite me in the arse, but oh boy did they!
I don’t know what I’m doing
But I can do anything,
There’s no such thing
As a weak link.
We all carry the potential,
We all carry the pain.
*I wrote this poem, and a good number of others, for a blog that I had in 2015-16. The blog was titled The Pagemaster. I took down The Pagemaster as I felt that it was becoming simply a poetry blog – which was never what I wanted.