Pluck at the stringHear it ringShivers up the spineFeeling so fineRumble in the chestSo impressedTurns to a songAsking, what is wrong?They are simple wordsWe’ve all heardDon’t want an endMake it a trendKeep the melody goingThe music is flowingUpswing in the moodBetter than foodHead starts to bobOblivious to the mobAll do the sameAccepting the painThen comesContinue reading “Strum”
Author Archives: Simon A Jackson - Writer
Night Of The Dead
Dirge of the macabre mawOpening up of the fanged dance floorCobwebs hang from the raftersChandeliers adorned with rapturesJester cavorts along to the schemeAs his smile sits with an evil beamBut sing it once then start againSew into this marrying of whenAs skeletons sway and ghouls cryFuneral march of the bloody allyA place where death isContinue reading “Night Of The Dead”
Blue Eyes Blind
Story time is here again! I swear I’ve said that more than a dozen times but can only think of so many ways of introducing these posts. Anyway, here is another Sci-Fi story, it’s about 11,300 words, I think it’s more fast paced and I want to see if this goes down how you thinkContinue reading “Blue Eyes Blind”
Limiting Factors
Judge by colour of skinWhy is it still even a thing?We are one and the sameThis stupidity is not a game Inflict damage upon a soulWe have never had controlIt’s like judging by eye colourSuch a thing could not be duller I am you and you are meWe are all part of humanityNot a subsetContinue reading “Limiting Factors”
Ascend The Spire
Climbing up this endless riseWill I ever reach the prize?I cannot say what does awaitMaybe this is a grave mistakeAll while the world is turningI’m unaware of how bad I’m burningThe air is thin and it’s hard to breatheI feel like I might have a diseaseBut I can’t say if that’s trueI just want toContinue reading “Ascend The Spire”
What Am I?
You say I can’t look upWhat a load of crockEven if I often choose not toYou’ve seen it happen thoughWhile I spend my time doing littleEat a bit then lounge non-committalI process I repeat each dayNot quite true but it’ll doFive then pause for a coupleOnly to restart the same cycleBut have you guessed whoContinue reading “What Am I?”
Cycle Of Violence
As the bombs fallPeople try and crawlFlee for their livesHoping to surviveThis is not the waySociety in decayStop the bloodshedBefore all our dead Why is it that we feel such a need?Always have to fight and inflict miseryReign down hell onto the innocentBreed malice alongside contempt March through the streetsBillowing of sheetsCaught in the windBodiesContinue reading “Cycle Of Violence”
Finality
Here we have the last in the series of six short stories. This was fun! I do like trying different things now and again. I hadn’t intended to write the last three parts of this series back to back but hey, what happens happens. Aside from that if you want to read everything from theContinue reading “Finality”
By Private Eyes
Lies shrouded in decencyThese are the words spoken to meThen found your corporate structurePerfectly fabricated cultureAll to build a certain type of fameOne determined to place the blameDenounce all with which they don’t agreeSet a stage draped in allegoryWhile shackling those who conformNot freedom but a mass prisonIt’s control and you won’t lookIf you didContinue reading “By Private Eyes”
Eulogy
Eulogy to what you thought was necessaryFaded away into obscurityA shift did happen and we must followStart afresh to continueCause what was once will not be againDon’t rely on hope unendingJust a path we all have to treadBetter than being deadThat’s the alternative and you will refuseI did to but there is newsHeed the messageContinue reading “Eulogy”
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