AUTHOR'S OTHER TITLES (18) Bored Clouds Of A Scattered Sky (Poetry) Trying to capture the essence of boredom through nature references. Not entirely convinced I've achieved it, what do you think?! [64 words] [Nature] Cheated (Poetry) Wrote this in about half an hour, hope it doesn't tell! Inspired by Ted Hughes, and along the same lines of failed relationships as 'Distance'. Comedy next me thinks. [29 words] [Romance] Desire Of The Night (Poetry) Young Forbidden love for a lady of the night. Wrote this while keeping up the vague pretence of trying to work in a mundane office. [198 words] [Erotic] Distance (Poetry) Remember not to critcise too much- I'm a fragile soul! Have I just inadvertly thrown myself to the lions with that one? woops! [43 words] Forbbiden Light(Extended) (Poetry) Taking my initial first verse of my existing poem and fleshing it out a bit, it now resembles more obviously a popular trilogy. Please give feedback! [109 words] [Fantasy] Forbidden Light (Poetry) Quite dark and I'm not sure it reveals anything, definitely need some lighter material! [28 words] I'm Bored Of You. Can I Be Somebody Else? (Short Stories) Two alien bounty hunters are on Earth, one with a unique abiltity which could help fufil his dreams of being a present day Cassanova. The other, well... he just tries to walk straight. [2,184 words] [Comedy] In To The Future (Poetry) I don't really know how to categorise this:- it's motivational in a sense with elements of different things like nature, time and the battle to change things in the past for the sake of the future. Bu... [159 words] Late Night Train (Poetry) Kind of my take on Jack the Ripper taking the 22.30 to London Paddington. [53 words] [Mystery] She (Poetry) A failed relationship ends in guilty tragedy. [154 words] [Relationships] Something Underneath My Bed (Poetry) Lighter than most of the other stuff I've submitted here and less abstract. [219 words] [Fantasy] Taste Of Defeat (Poetry) Something you don't see a lot of is boxing poetry, so I have attempted the defeat of a boxer here. As the saying goes, try anything once! [91 words] Taste Of The Immortal (Poetry) Maybe 'life' as a vampire isn't so rewarding after all. [281 words] [Fantasy] The Pursuit (Short Stories) A dark story that I'd like feedback on concerning the twists and vampire elements. My darkest work yet probably. [1,877 words] [Horror] Tomorrow (Poetry) If you did everything you said you would tomorrow, you wouldn't find yourself where you are today. [90 words] Tortured (Short Stories) Wrote this about three years ago as a GCSE 'Victim Writing' piece. Am annoyed with the way I finish it, think it's a bit untidy and possibly too sentimental. Still I was 16! [986 words] [Relationships] Troubled Mind (Poetry) In this poem I have tried to show the anxities of life that we feel, through images of feelings that people go through in the struggle for their own identity, and is influenced by a peroid of uncertai... [90 words] [Mind] Words.Enter.Head.Write.Something.Good. (Short Stories) The story of someone who struggles to find anything decent to write. It's epic. In no way refers to my struggles in writing anything good. Not at all. [1,013 words]
Zimbabwe J L Watts
I am shook awake, a soon to be trapped man. Today I will lose my home. I wear this place like a badge. It is my mast, my meaning, my projection. Tomorrow they will come for me, if not sooner. I do not know or care for politics. I understand and feel for the earth, the soil, the copious greens that melt before my eyes and absorb my heart. Alone, I will go without a fight, the bare dry soles of my feet dragging and scrapping, delicate toes kissing the ground with gentle force. I will turn and watch as what I know and believe escapes me like a last dying breath. I will feel the wind, and lick the air. The taste in my mouth will be bitter and dry, coppery and metallic. I will not expect them to understand. They will throw away my Sadza, and mock my crops. My worldly possessions will be dismantled and destroyed like an ancient malfunctioning toy. Carelessly, and without pretence. I could follow my brother, and leave the land of my birth, a twenty six year long tenuous umbilical cord. I could call my sister and seek falsified words of comfort. Instead I remain impassively alone. I cannot believe that this is the way of things, although I do not possess the willpower to forestall it. I will eat simple food for the final time and bask in my fragile freedom, which now ebbs away from me like a distant shore, yet with no promise of return. In my mind I picture a Jacaranda tree, its simplistic beauty at contrast with the depth of hollow empty regret I now feel knowing the sunsets that penetrate the front of my porch I will no longer see. Wind tickles my face like a gentle whisper. The night arrives and eats away at my liberty whilst anxiety rolls and lurches in my stomach. Broken scattered heartbeats knead and shape my continual existence like a persistent hammer in my chest. I shed a single solitary salty tear and dream naively of liberation for me and my people. My heart is heavy but my soul still ebbs and flows with almost torturous hope. I do not know or care for politics. I look longingly one last time at everything I have and everything I have become and I pray that one day I will return. A free man.
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