The vulture that was work did not notice his downward spiral and inward screams of pain, instead carried picking away at what was left of his battered and bruised carcass. “One day,” he thought as the last remnants of his sanity evaporated to nothing. “I’ll look back and ask myself ‘was it worth it?'”

Today can be summed as: Standing precariously upon an old wooden chair, the hangman’s noose around my neck. The sun shines and a gentle breeze kisses gently my face, though my mind is too focused to appreciate it. Any minute now an unseen foot is going to kick away the chair, and as I swing within the last throws of life I’ll think, “What a lovely day!”

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Cancer….Fuck You

So some of you may have noticed I’ve been a little sketchy and absent from here for a while. That’s because life has a way of kicking you in the ball sack when you think you may have turned a corner.

Last Saturday, the day before Mother’s day and a handful of days after her 61st birthday, my mother lost her long fight against cancer. She past away in hospital, where the medical staff did everything they could in easing her pain and making her comfortable.

So yes, I’ve been absent, but I’m sure you’ll agree it’s been with good reason. There is no need for condolences, or prayers, because I know you will feel compelled to write something. All I ask is that you go and get regular checks so that your family aren’t one day left grieving as mine are.

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Word/Genre Challenge #7

As requested, the word is Axe and the genre Thriller.

The longest short walk

‘I really have to learn to say no,’ thought Amy, locking up the office for the day. Except it was more late evening by the time she finished the extra work her boss had asked of her.

She checked her watch, ‘9 o’clock again! Impressive.’

Her car was parked at the other end of the now empty parking lot, and so she wrapped her coat around herself and began heading towards her car. The night air was cold, but dry, her breath forming tiny plumes that made her look like a puffing dragon. Pursing her lips, she tried to change their shape.

As she walked, the sound of her heels on the asphalt made a repetitive clicking sound, and she became acutely aware that it was being matched by a much more dull, heavier footfall.

Fear began to engulf her thoughts, her breathing becoming more rapid and shallow. The warm plumes of air escaping her lips changed again. She was too afraid to look round, but quickened her pace without it appearing too obvious. She’d watched too many films where the dumb blonde had tried to run, only to fall and witness her own demise.

Her car was tantalisingly close, but so too were the mysterious ‘other’ footsteps. Her heart was beating inexplicably fast, as was her breathing, but she reached into her pocket and pressed the button on her keys to unlock the car. The four indicator lights flashed, illuminating the car park temporarily with an orangey yellow glow.

Closing her eyes, Amy reached out and placed her hand upon the driver’s door handle. A huge sigh of relief expelled from her as she opened it towards her. It was at that moment the blade of a huge axe slammed into her car roof. She screamed out in pure terror, letting go of door and for no logically explainable reason, she turned to see who had wielded the axe.

Her screams were heard by only one other person, his face unrecognisable behind a thick black woollen balaclava.

“Please don’t kill me!” she sobbed uncontrollably, as he removed the axe for where it rested within the car roof.

“I’m not going to kill you Amy. Not this time.” The attacker turned and walked away as she slumped to her knees, shaking and crying. uncontrollably. “Sweet dreams,” he finished without looking back, before then disappearing in the darkness.

Gently it began to rain.

Copyright: authorchrisbrown


Poison Heart

Your words cut deeper,

Than any backstabbing blade.

Lies so deeply rooted,

Belief in which you sincerely hold.

So I cast you aside.

Your poison heart like cancer,

Already eating me away.

And so this poets natutal instinct,

Is to portray his soul,

Within words on virgin paper.

And walking lonely walkways,

Trying to forget the pain of yesterday.

Copyright: authorchrisbrown 



There is no longer desire within my heart,
Just an aching sense of wanting to be alive,
For all the years I’ve walked alone,
My un-noticed existance makes me think I’m dead.

Nothing more than a ghost in the shadows,
Another nameless one in the crowd,
Am I just a number to be known as?
Another face that one one sees?

I doubt there’s a time when I am noticed,
Feel blood course once more through my veins,
I shall forever be lost within the masses,
Confined to walk the world a lonely man.

Copyright: authorchrisbrown


I fell for a nightmare

Seduced by your charm
Taken in by a smile
Your reassurances sincere
As my defences are put down

Always the woman of seduction
Amongst the company of others
Friends tell me I’m lucky
To have found the perfect one

But behind closed doors
Your more witch than seductress
I suffer in silence the anger
You vent to the one you love

I have covered up the bruises
Wiped away all the tears that I’ve shed
Too scared to run from this nightmare
Haven fallen for a woman I no longer know

Copyright: authorchrisbrown



Wind and rain,
Not a vision but a sound,
The former howling,
Finding a gap in the patially rotted window frame,
The rain tapping relentless on the window,
Outside is dark,
Shown in part by the broken pole,
Curtains misaligned,
No longer hiding the night,
Wood for the fire long gone,
Dying embers a subdued orange against the eternal darkness,
There is no longer heat,
Wrapped in a hole filled aged blanket,
My body uncontrollably shivers,
Too cold to sleep,
Yet I ponder if I’ll see the morrow arrive.
If I actually want to.

Copyright: authorchrisbrown



Days of happiness go so fast, and yet it is the days of sadness that slowly pass. I try to hold on, but you are vanishing before me until you’re nothing more than an illusion.

Each day I wake and wipe away the tears of sand from my eyes, only to discover once again, you are but a flower blossoming in the desert.

Copyright: authorchrisbrown


The Devil’s Path

I see the world through different eyes,
Clouded thoughts from all your lies,
Why was the truth so hard to tell?
Instead you sent my soul to hell.

So now I walk the devil’s path,
But I shall have the final laugh,
I’ll haunt your soul with ghoulish glee,
For all the pain you did to me.

And whilst you think that I am beat,
I’ll show to you revenge so sweet,
For I am not the man that you once knew,
Been born again to something new.

It is true your lies still haunt me so,
And on my path I’ve still far to go,
But never will you keep me down,
For the devil’s smile has replaced my frown.

Copyright: authorchrisbrown