Writing Projects in HonitonWriting Projects in Honiton'Undefeated'
'Let us show you our gods' they said.
'Fine, show me your gods' he replied, and he looked up but saw.. nothing. He realised he was looking too high, and as his gaze lowered, an almost imperceptible curl touched upon his lips. Was he disappointed? Maybe, but the familiar sense of resignation soon settled. Was that.. it? 'I suppose I'm not surprised' he thought.
A deep rumbling chuckle came from behind, a sound more felt than heard. He knew what it meant, there was no need for it to speak. Even in the face of the best hope they could give, his darkness still towered over all.
Undefeated, insurmountable, he now knew there was nothing more powerful than the monster which ruled his life.
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'Not To Be'
The caterpillar
Spun its silk
Wrapped, cocooned
A butterfly
To become
Beautiful, and fly
But it all went wrong
Couldn’t break out
And so, it was not to be
The tadpole
It grazed, wriggled
Grew legs and arms
A frog
To become
And explore the land
But it all went wrong
Got eaten
And so, it was not to be
The seed
On the wind taken
Carried to new ground
A Tree to become
Mighty, majestic
Shelter for all
But it all went wrong
In water, landed, rotted
And so, it was not to be
And me
Time made me the adult
With ideas for my own
A place to be me
The intimacy of another
The memories made
Bit it all went wrong
For he was broken
And so, it was not to be 'Sediment'
It’s always there, the sediment.
All the bits and things, accumulated.
Gathered by time,
The sediment.
In the waters calm, it sits
Idle and still, all is clear
Unnoticed, unfelt
The sediment.
But these waters are a torrent
The rapidity of flow, unceasing
Churned, tossed
The sediment.
The constant rushing of thoughts
Buffeting my mind
I cannot see through
The sediment
No, not these waters, serenity
As in not this mind, clarity
Not this heart, hope
The sediment
My sorrow
Forever. 'The Raven-haired Witch'
She was the raven-haired witch,
But not because her hair was full of feathers,
No, it was just black.
Like her soul.
She was the raven-haired witch,
But she did not caw, instead she cackled.
It wasn’t laughing,
She was just trying to seem normal.
She was the raven-haired witch,
But she did not peck your eyes out with a beak
Instead, she just pierced your soul with her tongue
And make like it was good for you.
She was the raven-haired witch,
She tried to be just another one of us amongst us
But, if you didn’t know she was a witch,
You’d still know she was a witch.
But that wasn’t the worst thing about her.
No.
The worst thing about her was her hypocrisy 
