The Life Of A Writer

Hello!

Sorry it’s been ages, I’ve had a bit of writer’s block (eek). I wrote this parody as a joke but it’s very accurate and I think some of you will very much relate.


The Life Of A Writer

(to the tune of ‘Death Of A Bachelor’ by Panic! At The Disco)

Do I look lonely?
I see the bags beneath my eyes
People have told me
I should get outside

When was it I last ate?
Been writing all day
Trying to be the best
But this plot is a pest
And my characters aren’t cool

They’re writing their own book
Making their own rules
Are they even mine?
Want them back in line
How do I live?

The life of a writer
(Oh oh)
Stuck in a massive block
Life of a writer
(Oh oh)
Ideas low in stock
No happy ever after
(Oooh)
Here on this blank word doc

Page couldn’t be whiter
I have no friends
It’s the life of a writer


If you haven’t heard the song you should probably listen to that beforehand but I hope you enjoyed this little snippet of something whilst I find motivation.

Thanks for bearing with me,

Sending smiles your way,

– Sophie xx

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Remains

Hello! Here’s a poem I wrote called ‘Remains’


Remains

When the light leaves their eyes
Swiftly enter, the numb
Spreading as veins drip empty
Until purring flesh is gone
When the skin is sliced open
There remains only one
Then the body is buried
And the ghosts will soon come

With guts dripping and dropping
Popped from sockets, eyes black
Mangled mouths – tortured groaning
Post-production attack
Desperate reaching for warmth
Which their lifeless souls lack
Do you feel their cold fingers?
Their hands on your back?

Stumbling on clotted air
Their starvation – your fast
Roaming through deserts, restless
Ditches evermore vast
Nightfall marks their first hunt –
But it won’t be their last
Plaguing promising futures:
The ghosts of your past


Thanks for reading!

Sending smiles your way,

– Sophie xx

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Abandoned House

Hello! Here’s a poem:


Abandoned House

Clock in the heart of the house:
Echoing ticks whilst the floors creak
Ghost in the attic
Always listens, seldom speaks
Cracks in the windows
Where the gutters splutter and leak
Poison ivy in the garden
Climbs the bricks and slowly sneaks
A world is rotting from the inside
Falling to dust, becoming weak
The house which used to be a home
Abandoned, dead and bleak


Thanks for reading!

Sending smiles your way,

– Sophie xx

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Huntsman

Hello! Here’s a poem I wrote, hope you enjoy ~


Huntsman

She knew what I had come for
I did not have to ask
The cold certainty in her eye
Explained to me the task

There was no oath nor contract:
I nodded and agreed
The inclination of my head
Was all the proof she’d need

Moving further from the palace,
The day melted to night,
And I roamed the land with dagger in hand
On the way to kill Snow White


Thanks for reading!

Sending smiles your way,

– Sophie xx

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Empress of Now

Hey! Recently I did a ‘collab’ (if that’s what you want to call it), with two of my friends: Abi and Kian. We wrote a poem each based on the three triplet prompts King Of Yesterday (Kian’s), Empress of Now (mine) and Queen of Tomorrow (Abi’s). Kian doesn’t have a blog, so I’ll be posting his poem and mine here, and a link to Abi’s afterwards.


King Of Yesterday

(by Kian)

I remember standing so tall.
I looked over my subjects with pride.
I was awe-stuck, watching them carry out their simplistic daily routines.
I remember the picturesque display of the marketplace.
I remember the bustle of people rushing through the town square.
I remember the beautiful chaos of children blissfully running on the grass.
I remember the smell of freshly baked bread.
I remember the feel of grass between my fingers.
I remember her face.
I remember the lake’s waves dancing in the wind.
I remember the horizon of mountains smothered in white.
I remember her touch.
I remember the tranquility of watching the clouds drift.
I remember the feeling.
I remember her affection.
I long to be a part of this world again.
I long to not sit on this pedestal.
I long to be reunited with her,
I long for my simpler life,
I long for my old life,
I long to be the king of yesterday.


Empress Of Now

(by Sophie (me))

Sharp teeth of fleeting smiles
flashed in the moment –
hungry and brief like
predator slashing into prey.

She longs for now.
She craves today.

When eyes wander –
when glances drift –
she steals a piece of the present
and puts it away

Fireflies in a jar:
trapped; forced to stay.

Later, she retrieves the precious
chunks of now
and crams them into the missing parts of herself
before she can decay

Feral and subhuman –
an animalistic display.

Upholstering herself,
polished smiles and glassy eyes,
the Empress of Now
can tackle a new day.

She will succeed tomorrow
where she failed yesterday.


To read

Queen Of Tomorrow

(by Abi),

click here.


Thanks for reading!

Sending smiles your way,

– Sophie xx

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