Rydia

Who Art Thou? Who art thou that prowls passageways at dusk? Garbed in a white gown with white slippered feet. No trace left at dawn but a perfumed musk Of ...

*Removed* We have our agent =)

Through Jealous Eyes Through tinted glass I watch this wretched world go round, Through tinted glass I watch the wondrous people pass - A kaleidoscope to astound But colours lie, ...

Peace and Hope What are pure peace and everlasting hope? But a short, sweet moment of reflection, Or something without which we cannot cope. I will point you in the ...

Remembrance Day. (2005) (11th November 11:11) A field of wet, red poppies, All glistening in the sun. Some women pick as trophies But it isn’t just for fun. Here on ...

Co-written by my sister, Claire, and I. The Meaning of Life Life without meaning is like a bird without wings, That's what they say, but it's wrong. From a distance ...

Scroll down to read the latest version. Untitled Who wants to save a life? I do. Amongst dirty roads and dusty atmosphere, a woman exhales, inhales, deeper, slower, her blood ...

I loved this book. Not as good as 'The Pact' but full of great conflict and an unexpected ending. Book Review ‘My Sister’s Keeper’ by Jodi Picoult – Have you ...

Red ropes rising, A light in the sky. Indigo river cruising, No one knows why. Blue river flowing, Orange fire glowing, Which way is it going? Only the RAINBOW knows.

Earlier today, I chose a seat near the front of the bus and placed my bag beside me. Then I remembered that it was Thursday and there was no need ...

I think I wrote this two years back and I might do a re-write so I'd appreciate any critiques... What I Love. I have a love of all things green, ...

Villains never win. Night. Dark and moonless. Perfect. Time to go. I creep along and scale the building. Good, no one heard. Of course that’s so, I’m the best. At ...

This isn't quite finished and, as the competition closes tomorrow, I doubt it will be done in time for me to enter but for two days work I think it's ...

This is a re-write. I might post the original at some point... Suggestions for a title would be nice.... Love is but a lie to tame the heart, To trap ...

Who hasn't had to write at least one of these? This one is currently a rather rough draft but what do you think so far? My Personal Statement. As of ...

I started this about two or three years ago and I'm considering re-writing the two chapters that I have and adding a few more but I'd like to see if ...

Our Beach Bring your children to our critical beach. Release them. Let them wander through the grains of scorching sand and wade through waist high water. Observe these stones scattered ...

Okay so the title needs some work but this is a possible entry for Alainna's contest and is therefore exactly 500 words long. The problem is I have two possible ...

Here's the completed re-write with ending number three but there are other changes too... A Moonlit Stroll The moonlight trickled through the thick, grimy air and alighted upon the cobblestone ...

Scroll down to read the latest version. I'm dancing with the Reaper; feet dragging across the floor as he spins me round and round. The crowds part, silent and unobtrusive ...

Hey all, this poem is written in the style of Larkin's This Be The Verse which is the reason for the rating so if you don't like swearing, don't read ...

The faucets of this glass which always lie true are engraved with words - Mother, I love you. Your voice echoes long in this hollow domain: "Tha needs teh get ...

You said you'd teach me how to dance, but you did much better than that and taught me how to laugh, with your cha cha cha, oh you looked daft! ...

Less Hope, More Faith Lest hope corrupt your foolish heart, quick cast her out and let depart the acrid whims of angel's wings which clutch at twisted puppet strings. Take ...

The Ghost Writer I've never liked Monday mornings. The start of school, the start of work, people bustling about the streets, out in force to ruin my day. It was ...

Ghostly Plane There is a place suspended in a space (or rather lack of space) within this place. It is a nothing (it has no mass) but extends further than ...

In my garden, flowers were like friends; with their sultry bodies, up-turned heads simmering in the bitter acrid air. But then; the plague came. Billy said we'd die. 'Good,' I ...

Clandestine Grave Cradled aloft in an alcove of archives, grey fingers clutch black through the sand-storm of dust. Deceptive particles glimmer, distantly floating in a slant of moonlight; pixies hove

Proud children tilt their blackened heads, limbs rustled by the breeze as sunlight dapples on red hems of petticoats, to their knees. Great laughter gurgles in the fields, erupting from ...

There should be no need for a prelude but I find the urge to write one, this is one of those poems I write intended for a specific reader but ...

Chocolate used to seem much too expensive and indulgent to me but (with a vaguely guilty pleasure) I can admit that's changed. The shopping bags slicing and dicing my fingers ...

Scarce years before, I came this way, when infernos crunched the rubble rings and glass streets were rife with vermin delegates. Hence summoned by the whims of man, who bade ...

*Scroll down for the edited version.* Emotions teem and tangle, crossing wires with buried - treasure all unearthed in zealous pattern by - shallow hands know not what they hold ...

I've been thinking about the fifteen poems I wrote for NaPo a lot lately and I thought I'd post a few. This was the first, can you help me make ...

This is the eleventh of my NaPo poem and probably my second favourite though I only wrote fifteen (fail!). I'm rather fond of the first stanza but feel free to ...

Birthing ComplicationsIf named Alice would she wanderand never find her home again,lost in dreams on lullaby planes,forever falling down the rabbit hole.Well that's no child for me.But perhaps the rab

The not disturb the puppet's twisted strings,I fear they keep his serpent soul contained.Please sir, avoid the bad luck that he brings.Here, how about a nightingale that singsSo sweet that ...

v2.The Night is Early YetListless in her early death,the painted face has colour yetwith green bouquets and purple hues(there is such life in deadly bruise)and scattered like red polka dots(oh ...

If you don't know who Andromeda is, you should look her up!AndromedaWhen they chained you to your post,did you think of duty then,stripped of your dignitylike spring lambs sheared of ...

A Generation at War We are a generation of gyrating on the dance floor, bodies grinding the world into dust a Peter Pan complex where age is just a ...

Where the Phoenix Lays her Eggs Out of the ashes did a phoenix rise while I was mooching through the underground, she spoke to me and tried to criticise ...