March172013

The world takes form again, these 
shapes complete,
the streets are pathways, no
soulless concrete,

I’m creating smoke when I;m three
sheets, it’s a kind of
repeat that keeps me upbeat

after three or so months 
of defeat. I was
walking dead, no lifeblood
for feed

step back, watch me pick up speed,
garden’s green
the withered leaves float away
and I can speak,

instead of flat greetings I’ve got
something to say, something
to mean, sometimes it takes
it takes a while

to find your feet after so long

lying inert, it just gets worse
until the guilt becomes
a heat and the week
is meek

and I have shed these
clothes to breathe and be free,
seeing doors and wreaths
where before there were only
wooden shapes,

I can see, 
i can see.

February202013
thedailymeme:

I’ve come to this conclusion

Have you come to the conclusion that re-posts are as creative as you’ll get as well?

thedailymeme:

I’ve come to this conclusion

Have you come to the conclusion that re-posts are as creative as you’ll get as well?

(Source: pwnagearcade, via thats-so-meme)

December72012

I’m going to assume that forfuturereferenceonly is a joke account

gimp 

December62012
“Lady Gaga? I don’t think she lives it because it’s all artifice. It’s all image with no meaning behind it. You can’t sink your teeth into it. It’s a sound bite. It’s very of this age, because that’s what people want. They want a Twitter line, a jpeg, an MP3.
Jack White” http://www.nme.com/news/jack-white/67559 (via nmemagazine)
November252012
Sorry to bug y’all but would ya kindly take a look? You won’t be disappointed. Perhaps something to inspire the creative/activist in you?

Sorry to bug y’all but would ya kindly take a look? You won’t be disappointed. Perhaps something to inspire the creative/activist in you?

November222012
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Front Lines is a new anthology of short stories on the theme of ‘anti-conventionalism, anti-society, and young people’s anger at the world that has been left by the generations before us.’ Its six contributors are all under 25, the young people living on the front lines of Austerity Britain. The selected stories are uncompromising and gripping, offering a fascinating insight into the minds of our creative, socially-engaged young people. They include tales of lost society and global warfare, as well as the moral instability and unscaleable summits that today’s young people must face.

IN PRINT NOW. CLICK THE PICTURE TO GO PURCHASE A COPY A MESSAGE ME IF YOU’D LIKE A SIGNED ONE :) SUPPORT VERY MUCH APPRECIATED. 


Front Lines is a new anthology of short stories on the theme of ‘anti-conventionalism, anti-society, and young people’s anger at the world that has been left by the generations before us.’ Its six contributors are all under 25, the young people living on the front lines of Austerity Britain. 

The selected stories are uncompromising and gripping, offering a fascinating insight into the minds of our creative, socially-engaged young people. They include tales of lost society and global warfare, as well as the moral instability and unscaleable summits that today’s young people must face.

November142012

Again

he’s a tailor
knits the stars majestic to the
expanse below

the singing blossoms to the
burning light 

like a boy
and a girl
in perfect complement

he marries combustible elements
no for the fireworks that
follow

but the frantic heartbeat that
sets off on hooves down
the road

carried away on a surf
of hope or creation or
new life. 

11AM

And another..

May as well stick a couple more up while I’m here…

I thought I saw her, maybe in a dream
or something
effervescent through the fog

but the fog was a blanket and
all outside chill
i wanted to remain

pulsing, dilated, warm
like never before

i love you. and them. and those
guys over there
this guy here
this girl
that girl
everyone

so no matter how sharp her salvo
on the shield
there was no breach, no bringing
me down.

James Mcloughlin 

11AM

New

First time I’ve posted anything new on here in a while. Mostly these days, I just scroll through the posts rather than use my own blog. Anyway, here it is, ‘nother poem.

i left a totem down in
the chamber of my dreams -
third left door
on the bottom floor -

no winds to knock it
no waves to wash it

it’s a desert of delirium
down there
with that one constant

a spinning anchor
it
frees me

to fluctuate on all frequencies
just inside of sanity

and then i wake up
and nothing is certain.

James Mcloughlin 

11AM
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