Posted in Creative Writing

A Spider’s Plight

Ignored by all, feared by most, the little creature quietly goes about its own business. Living in a world of its own, it sees miles where we see centimeters. Walking across the urban jungles of our homes it searches for its prey. Lost in a world of someone else’s design, caught in someone else’s web, the little spider is helpless.

It is simply a misunderstood soul. Only seen for its predatory appetite, the difficult existence of the poor spider is often ignored. It wanders trying to find solace, an escape into the realm of nature beyond where it belongs. It beckons us to show it the way with its eight beady eyes pleadingly staring at us and is rewarded with screams and panic. *Whack* the confused spider is startled by our sudden aggressive reaction. *Whack* but it isn’t stupid. It realizes the role reversal here, the whirlwind in which the predator becomes the prey. And so it flees finding a corner to cloak itself from further harm.

Its stomach rumbles but not for what’s in your fridge. It has no use for your otherworldly artifacts. Yet it yearns for the comforts of its own world. The spider thinks maybe you’ll be more cooperative if it helps you out. So it goes and finds those pesky flies and bees that you’re always complaining about. It’s time to get to work. With artisanal beauty it spins its own delicate web. Laboring over it for hours in an attempt to set the perfect trap, it looks down at its creation with pride. Trapping them in its web, it kills the lowly insects with ruthless conviction. Maybe now the humans will show it some kindness.

But no, nothing has changed. Its gift is ignored. No one comes and shows it the way. It is then that the little spider realizes that it must make its own way. Pleasing others to get its way will simply not do. And so the little arachnid races through the tiled bathrooms and wooden living rooms on its eight legs to find the way back to the greenery it calls home. What’s that? An opening? A window? But it lies at the top of an enormous tower. The spider steels itself and begins. Motivated by the thought of frolicking in the grass it climbs. Then as it reaches the midway point, the human appears. It knows that getting out now is a matter of life and death. It demonstrates remarkable agility as it dodges every shoe, every newspaper that the human throws its way. It is too close now and it won’t just give up. It fails to understand what it has done to invoke such undying hatred from our side. Like a hitchhiker you meet along the road, all it wanted was a little direction. With one final leap it crosses over finally escaping the concrete maze.

As it crosses through the greenery, it seems to calm down. There isn’t anyone to aggravate it now. It can live without fear. Once again it becomes dominant. It strides across the grassy lawn with pride. Order is restored and the little spider is where it needs to be. No qualms now, it can be what it was meant to be. It is where it belongs.

Posted in Reposts

Who, When, What, Why, How?

Hey everyone,
So one of my favourite people ever, the smart and beautiful Ms Brenda Lye, has started a travel blog! It would be great if you could go show her some love. Go like her posts, reblog and follow.
Much love 🙂 ,

The Adventures of Bren


Brenda here! If you’d like to know more about me, I introduced myself in my ABOUT page  so check that out 🙂

Firstly I’d like to start off by saying,

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Meet and Greet: 8/12/17

Dream Big, Dream Often


It’s the bimonthly Meet and Greet everyone!! Strap on your party shoes and join the fun!

Ok so here are the rules:

  1. Leave a link to your page or post in the comments of this post.
  2. Reblog this post. It helps you, it helps me, it helps everyone!
  3. Edit your reblog post and add tags.
  4. Feel free to leave your link multiple times! It is okay to update your link for more exposure every day if you want. It is up to you!

  5. Share this post on social media. Many of my non-blogger friends love that I put the Meet n Greet on Facebook and Twitter because they find new blogs to follow.

See ya on Monday!!

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Posted in poetry

I Don’t Blame You

I don’t blame you for being tired.

You’ll never admit it but i can tell.

It drips from your words like an ominous drizzle.

It leaks from your eyes like the tears I’m not supposed to know about.


My brand of crazy burns the throat and coerces the tears.

It has claimed victims most determined.

It makes lightweights of champions

And it cripples with brutal callousness.


I don’t blame you for stepping back

When you were lacerated by my shrapnel.

I couldn’t bear to see the pain

That my monstrous volatility did cause you.


I don’t blame you for turning away.

For life has thrown you enough curve-balls,

And your feet singe from the fires you had to walk through,

And your heart too has ached on lonesome nights.


So I won’t blame you for leaving me.

You deserve to feel the healing breeze,

The perfect respite, the sudden ease,

That comes when you walk away from my toxic storm.

Posted in poetry

Say You’ll Remember Me 

Thoughts of you bleed free

On solemn nights like these.

Memories of who I used to be

Before you left me begging on my knees.


One minute we were flames

Dancing together, burning passion.

Suddenly everything changed, you were playing games.

Our love turned to fiction.


I try to think of my mistake.

Tear the earth in two there is no answer.

I try in vain to numb the ache.

Freefalling endlessly without an anchor.


I looked over my shoulder as I walked away

Hoping that you’d look back as well.

All you left me was dismay

As you left without farewell.

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Solitary Confinement

This is no place for the souls of men

But linger still do many.

They choose the charcoal oblivion.

Pariahs coming together yet still alone.


For here exists only the self, self upon self

Among the steady chime of silence.

A soft hum but also a deafening roar

Mellifluous, everlasting companion to one, to all.


Dwelling ground for the broken and the hopeless

Dissuaded by the world’s nefarious nature.

They weep with tears they do not have

For a world that is no longer theirs.

Posted in Inside My Head

Breaking Down and Rising up

So I know that I’ve been gone for the longest time. Heck, my last post was all the way back in January! That’s like 6 months without a single post. This does bother me immensely but there is reason hidden behind my silence. I’ve had an immensely tough year and usually, I use writing as a catharsis to help me move on from things but this time I just couldn’t. Every time I picked up a pen or opened a document I felt the voices in my head like a screaming, bitter orchestra. Every time I tried to write they chided me and told me it was all stupid and horrible. It was a crisis of faith in myself and my abilities and going to university and getting to interact with people of such incredible talent drove me further away from writing.

I experienced a lot of trauma over the year as well, some of which i didn’t dare even tell my closest of friends about. Everything I went through took a real toll on me and I reached my breaking point at the start of the summer. Because of these two things, I thought it would be better to try to focus on myself first and try to work my way back to a relatively healthy state. I’m glad to say that I finally broke free of my writer’s curse and am starting to write again. In fact, I have some new stuff coming up very soon and am going to be trying to work on a posting schedule to keep things more regular.

However, I’m still far from being in that healthy state that I have been trying to reach and somewhere in the middle of the summer, my situation deteriorated a little more after making some progress. But hopefully I’ll make it through ok and I’ve just gotta keep trying. All I know is that writing is so very important to me and I’ve always received encouragement for it so I’m going to fight hard to keep my spark alive. And finally, for those who still follow me and read my work, thanks for being so very patient with me.



Posted in poetry

The One That Got Away

I watch you walk away from me

Without the slightest hesitation.

Oh love, won’t you stay for me?

Don’t leave me in starvation.


I did all I could do,

Put my heart on my sleeve.

All the hell I went through

Just to watch you leave.


For your affection is all I dared to ask.

You told me you weren’t capable

Of fulfilling this arduous task.

For your guarded heart it just wasn’t possible.


So I had no choice but to let you go.

I smiled and waved goodbye.

I could never let you know

how much for you at nights I’d cry.


The thought still strikes me every day.

You were the one that got away.

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Update: Writer’s crisis

So after a lot of trying, I finally managed to write a poem. I know that it isn’t even close to perfect and really doesn’t compare to most of my previous work but I believe that in order to get over my little crisis I need to find my way back to how I used to be in regards to my writing. To this end, I would like to ask you guys to lend me some of your inspiration. Is there a particular method you use while writing? Is there a way you generate ideas? Do you have any ideas you would be willing to share with me? If you’d like to share please do. The comments section is waiting! 🙂


Posted in poetry

Heart’s enemy

You may never know the words I have to say to you

I’ll let them die as thoughts

But I still can’t look away from you

Slow torture for my heart


I’ll let you fall into the arms of another

And say not a word in protest

Take a pillow to my feelings and smother

Try to push it all away


I’ll put my heart on the guillotine

My heart lets tearful rivers flow

I am my own enemy

Believing I’m meant to be alone


I retreat into my deluded fantasies

And try to find happiness in what-ifs and foggy dreams