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My Evil Pen Told Me To Write This 4


My Evil Pen Told Me To Write This 4

Tell me your nightmares, feed me your fears, come dance with the devil, drown in my tears. Sway in the spectrum prism prison; hallucinate with me within the breathtaking shades, colour-blind. We’re not here right now, they can’t see us. Caught in the rain, suffocating in misery, pillow my pains. Dribble my emotions and dunk them in the hole in the ground, a winner in the game of life. I am one of a kind, the last of my species; did I reach birth to conquer my own doubt? Waltz with me in my watery grave, hand me a tissue before my war paint runs. I am a writing mosquito; I suck the life instantly from the page.

My friends in my head are talking behind my back, sticking paper to my spine, break me! I am influencing my evil core, even more than you, when I caught you stealing my soul. Lick your lips and kiss me your love, I will pocket your face for later. I am unleashing the beast within, click goes my pen and I never see you here again. I write so much because in truth I speak in tongues, douse me in holy water again. Carrying my cross to work, to Wal-Mart, back to my girlfriend’s house, I need to get nailed quickly, I am sick of waiting.

We’re rich from welfare cheques; throw your food stamps in the air with me, poor us? Poor you! You can almost taste my bittersweet desperation. My heart is broken with no guarantee of love; I fumble, fidgeting my fingers to fix it.  My mind is crowding, I am trying my darndest to push through to you. Knock – Knock! Am I disturbing you yet? Slicing over antique wounds, history will be remembered and the future is bloodcurdling, more pain in store for me to shop over. I’m captivating this world in a page of writing, no one writes as me anymore.  The end of the world is nigh, it has been written in my DNA cells and also my padded cell walls, in suicidal blood.

Box my voice and ink my feelings, colour crayon my insanity and jagged cave my phobias. Reality isn’t my way; contamination has ventured the world’s atmosphere. Cancer candidly coffins my family ancestry; I am the only one in this house who is the true definition of two-faced. To me, sanity is randomly rancid when stranded in my nostrils, a frostbitten brain which shards to pieces if held. There is no sun in this city, hell has frozen over; everyone zombies the wintry streets. Body-bag the bad bad thoughts, label them toe to toe. Download my downhearted emotions in this war-torn lovelorn underworld. I need my imaginary friends to talk with.

I have to keep trekking through this fire.

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My 100th Post with a Massive Happy Christmas


My 100th Post with a Massive Happy Christmas

So here it is folks, my 100th post, now I have made it this far, there is no way I can backtrack and head back to the nothingness of normality, so I am posted here posting blogs forever. Now that I have reached this far, I know there are not many of us out there that can challenge 100 posts but I have made it. I should have named this blog “How NOT to gain 100,000 views a day when you’re a writer – Blog.” Haha! But my views on writing a writers blog were rather vague when I began.

I’ll stick to 20 – 30 views, I am fine with that. Within the future of this blog, I have so many more short stories and flash fiction for my online readers; more Guest Posts; more Poetry and the psychotically random ramblings of the darkness which nestles snug within me. I am so glad I have avid readers and commenter’s, if it wasn’t for you guys I would have given up less than a year ago.


Thank you to the WordPress team / Happiness Engineers for allowing me to man-up and use my writer’s voice on your blogging platform.

And for the journey of my writing I have managed to produce well over 200,000 words within nine months. In my eyes, that’s pretty awesome for me.

Some of my best works voted by you are…

The Suicidal Fall into Love – Short/S

The Dark Knight Writer – Misc.

How Do I Write – Random Writing

And all of my Psychological Thriller stories such as The Serial Killer and 1000 Mental Thoughts of a Killer. Thanks for the likes and interest.

But within nine months I have managed to find a certain subtle voice within an ocean of other writers, I pride myself on that.

So it is 2013-12-23 that means it is almost Christmas (My pockets and bank accounts are now empty.) So I would love to wish you all a Happy Christmas and an even better New Year.

But before I go I would like to give my mother Sandra a massive thank you, if it wasn’t for her I would have been playing video games instead of writing.

As she says…

Find construct for all that deconstructs you.

Become great and bask in its energy.

What is for you will not go by you.


Keep your minds active and your pens busy!

From Alexander Kennedy – Creative Writer and Ex-Mental Patient.


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