Hello, my lovelies! As you know I am a massive bookworm and it is my dream to one day write my own YA Fantasy/Dysoptian book…I basically need a kick up the backside to get started!
I thought it would be a good idea to start a new tab called ‘Creative Writing’ to showcase other people’s work that they would like to be posted on my blog. If you would like to submit something please contact me through my blog! I will also try to post my own short stories – hopefully, that’s the kick I need!
In the meantime, I have some beautiful and thoughtful poems written by Martin Barnes. Please have a gander and share your thoughts!
My Best Friend
My best friend has long gone
And now I have no one
Still, you belong deep in my heart
Now, I have curious dreams that fades
Into a mountain bliss of sorrow
The one true person that I loved
Once walked tall among the spring wildflowers
Her magnetic smile shone like a morning Sun
The respect that we shared is a bond of close warmth and love
Right this minute the darkness speaks its mind
A homecoming friendship with a special meaning
We looked for glory and shared a life story
In a single word she was amazing
I don’t have to explain the pretty woman
That once shared my life
The hardship and pain that now I grieve
Yet, I will worship the caring thoughts
That I still hold deep in my mind and heart
A love never to forget
While I weep beside her in an evening song
I stepped into a transparent painting
Among the madness of fleeting brush
Strokes, I felt then I had come alive
In a voice of normalisation, colourful and
Self-arrogance visualised the vivid blue
Skies and showed no remorse while
I stared into a blank landscape beyond
The naked eye.
Senses under fire with ill-fated passion
Tortures the romanticism of gold and
Lemon shadows in a setting sun
Where half-baked ideas splash
A renaissance canvas with a sprite illusion
That supposedly cradles still life with ornate
Colours where summer flowers dance
A waltz in time.
I sat and listened to the whispering breeze
And disconnected with reality under the green
Blaze as my imaginative thoughts drifted to
The next meeting place where earthcolours
Reflect the visual art that breathes a natural
Rhythm of daily life and the innocent liberation
That speaks freely within my mind and therefore
The souls of humankind.
“Martin Gerald Barnes is a writer of short stories and poetry and has written some very interesting non-fiction books.
Martin Gerald was born on March 8th, 1957. His dad’s name is Gerald Douglas Dorando. His mother was named Margret Primrose Phelps. Martin Gerald went to preschool, primary school, Ryde junior school, and Roger Manwood School for boys. He attended Sydenham College and dropped out to join the Army aged 17.
After serving abroad on active service with the Army, Martin eventually decided enough is enough and wanted his freedom. On discharge and searching for his vocation in life, he ended up working with the mentally ill in acute adult care. After many years of souls searching, he started writing short stories and poetry.”
To find out more about Martin and read more of his work visit his blog here!