The Garden of Winter

In this winter garden
Everything is silent.
Still ground, sleeping trees,
Frozen in space, frozen in time.

The water is calm
And as black as the night
Sparkling and cold
Yet un-barren.

Blue skin
Cold eyes look up
And search the tree-line
Thin layers of frost
Cover and seal my lips

In this garden of winter
I am the silence,
The lack of sound
Hushed whispers
And lonely footsteps

In this white garden
I make new friends
Beautiful and cold.
Will cry their life away
Until they are no more
Spilled on to the grass

In this garden of cold,
Nothing rules here
Except for frost and ice
The coldness and winds
Will never change.

Sound is still
And time is broken.

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Reflections in the mirror

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Self Portraits: Past, Present & Future, Gallery I (Part V)


^ From “Left To Our Own Devices


^ From “Self Harm



^ From Semblance ^ From “Trapped


^ From The Pernicious Periodic

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Self Portraits: Past, Present & Future, Gallery I (Part IV)


From “Here I Am

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Self Portraits: Past, Present & Future, Gallery I (Part III)


^ Happy Hour


^ From “Tributes

 

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Self Portraits: Past, Present & Future, Gallery I (Part II)


^ From The Pernicious Periodic


From “Shattered”

^ From The Pernicious Periodic


^ From Semblance


^ From “Photography Book I

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Self Portraits: Past, Present & Future, Gallery I (Part I)


^ From The Pernicious Periodic


^ From The Pernicious Periodic


^ From The Pernicious Periodic


^ From The Pernicious Periodic

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The Reaper

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As I slept that night I had no idea The Reaper was in my house. I remember locking the doors and windows so I don’t know how he got in. Maybe he slipped through while I wasn’t looking. At this stage of my life, I didn’t believe in Reaper’s so it didn’t occur to me to check if we had one in the house.

So I lay asleep that night, cosy and comfortable in my bed, blissfully unaware there was a Reaper in my home and completely unaware that I had seen my father for the last time.

Dawn breaks.

Several days and nights come and go but I don’t remember them. I can’t remember much of what happened, I will not remember, I don’t remember, I do not want to remember what happened.

So it’s just me now, a wreckage in the modern world. Every and every morning begins with the realisation that he’s gone.

Forever.

He’ll never be there to watch me become the man I’ll eventually become. He’ll never know me, who I’ll be after I’ve finished growing up.

I’m supposed to say goodbye.

How do you say goodbye?

Do I hold his hands? Do I cuddle him? Do I sit with him and drink a cup of tea? Do I say everything I never did but always wanted to? Do I tell him I love him and I want him back or do I say nothing?

If I never say goodbye, he can’t really be gone.

The Reaper made a mistake.

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A Decisive Moment

A Decisive Moment
Everything I’ve lost
Everyone I’ve hurt
All the times I lied
All the moments wasted
All the things I’ve done
All the people I wronged
All the times I hushed
All the moments wasted
All I never changed
All the dreams I had
All the things I could change
I would change them
I would make right what I’ve done wrong
I’d change how the future becomes
I’d take hold of my enemies, love their obscenities
I’d kiss them, (then leave them like lovers who’ve gone)
And now the moment has come…