When we look to the past we learn about the people that we were, and we see the people we are becoming all the more clearly. Circa. 2013. J R Manawa. Here is my revelation; the past is irrelevant. It has already been and gone and nothing that happened there can be changed, it can…
Month: August 2016
Before my time
Delving into my poetic and darkly misspent youth (oh wait, I’m still there…!) a bit at the moment [inset laughing crying emoji], and I’m really enjoying re-reading and re-living the thoughts of my mind when I wrote these pieces….and maybe a bit of bone??? Yes. Before my time. J R Manawa. If I die before…
The crawling darkness
This is an old one. A poem wrote many dark nights ago (okay, years ago) and just for fun I thought it may like to see the light of day. Notably, it’s a darker take on a line by Wordsworth, inspired in the first line I use. The crawling darkness. JR Manawa. darkness falling from…
A PRIVATE AUDIENCE WITH MISS HOPE SPRINGS
“They look like they’ve been on a night out without me!” Miss Hope Springs exclaims candidly as she wrestles the final locks of her golden hair into perfect 60’s house-wife place. There is a sultry glare into the mirror as one last curl refuses to sit and receives a solid thrashing from the comb. Then…
To The Ocean
Originally posted on Abi Writes Stuff:
I went to the ocean. Sounds were too loud crashing in my head. Silence grew louder than anything should. I promise devotion, To the things I never did. ? Taste the salt water choking me twice. I can finally taste life. Knowing I’ve gone deep, Under the surface to…
This side of darkness 