Win or Lose?

In some days we lose but we don’t think of the things we have gained. And in the days we win, we don’t think of what we are losing.

There will always be a day when we realise some of those things but unfortunately, sometimes it is too late.

However, some of us are lucky enough to understand the order of how the world works. We appreciate the moment and we love strongly, deeply and irrationally. At the same time, we can hurt as much but the pain is irreversible. 

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Office prisoner – Poem

My back aches

Sitting all day on this metal chair.

People in this office

Don’t know how to be comfortable.

How can I work

From nine to five

Sitting on this chair?

 

Grey walls

And big screens

Make me feel

A prisoner.

People in this office

Work like robots

From nine to five

Sitting in this cage.

 

The only warmness

In the room

Is my smile.

Smiling at the screen

While sitting

On this metal chair

Between those grey walls.

The Secret to Making Your Characters Memorable

If you wonder how to make your characters memorable and loved or even hated. Any kind of emotion born by the character will make you react. And if what you read makes you react then it means it is good. Have a read 🙂

Sacha Black

memorableWe readers are fickle beasts.

If you have a shit book cover we won’t pick up your novel. Sloppy blurb and we chuck the book on the NBR (Never Be Read) pile. If we get past all that and find forgettable characters buried in your pages, well… fuck you author, here’s a one star review.

A couple of weeks ago, I was lording it up in Paris with the girls for a cocktail fuelled weekend… I still have a hangover!

The thing is, I wouldn’t be a writer if I didn’t take advantage of any and every opportunity to spew some more of my hyperbolae into the world, and Paris has provided me the perfect opportunity to do just that.

I have a terrible memory. Like ,really bad. But my substandard brain cells got me thinking about books and specifically, about characters.

Without memorable characters, your book is worthless. Why?

Because books are written about characters…

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VISUALISE – Art and Culture Magazine

Editor’s Letter

VISUALISE is for young creative people in the North East, England, who are ready to transform their lives by simply being fearless and ready to reach for the stars.

Forget any boundaries and open your mind. Dig deep and find the creative side of you. Read about the experience of famous people who have succeeded and see the struggle of young artists to follow their dreams because they are not confident enough or they fear a failure.

With every new year, there is a new technology and artists have witnessed social changed and political cataclysm and they need to think of new ways to show their creativity to the world.

My magazine will be your guide for new ideas and you will be able to find the real you. Transform your days and enjoy the experience of being successful.

Remember the future can only be imagined by looking towards the past because the past is never a past, it is never dead. Yesterday will be always connected to today and more importantly to tomorrow, so do not forget where are you coming from, where are you going and what are you aiming for.

Have a look at the magazine here: VISUALISE – Art and Culture Magazine

This magazine was created for my dissertation at university. It is not a regular publication. I would appreciate your comments and advice how this could have been improved. Thank you.

 

Absolutely Nothing

I love this poem… It makes so much sense. In a world where we seek approval and love, all we get is an empty bed full of sorrows.

HIRAETH.

Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines

he wrote a poem

And he called it ‘Chops’

because that was the name of his dog

And that’s what it was all about

And his teacher gave him an A

and a gold star

And his mother hung it on the kitchen door

and read it to his aunts

That was the year Father Tracy

took all the kids to the zoo

And he let them sing on the bus

And his little sister was born

with tiny toenails and no hair

And his mother and father kissed alot

And the girl around the corner sent him a

Valentine signed with a row of X’s

and he had to ask his father what the X’s meant

And his father always tucked him in bed at night

And was always there to do it.
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Trace – Poem

Brush your fingers over my skin

Do you feel the roughness of it, yes, just over there?

Do you see the scar that was left behind?

It wasn’t just part of my imagination

I knew it was real because a scar was left behind.

 

Move your lips through my eyes

Do you taste how salty they are?

Do you see the traces that were left behind?

It wasn’t just an illusion

I knew tears have fallen because salty trace was left behind.