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Silent Strength | A Poem

Fear not, strength find, and dignity shall keep

Prepare for a test of the mind and heart.

Love strong, keep close, and your courage deep,

When everything tries to pull you apart.

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In Momento Temporis

Hold me to your chest

Let your heartbeat do the rest

I just want to hear you live

You have so much more to give

Let me feel the warmth of skin

Hear the breath come from within

And then I’ll know that it’s ok

I got you here for one more day.

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Weekly Writing Challenge: Dialogue | The Last Goodbye

“I’m so, so sorry…..” she said, as she looked out of the frosted window, her warm breath revealed as it met the frozen glass. The salt from her captive tears stung her eyes.

“It’s ok Kid”, he replied, “I guess it has to be this way now.” The brave warm smile betraying his true emotions inside. He picked up the suitcase, heavy, like his heart.

They had been together for nine years, nine amazing years. They had known each other inside out. But today, they didn’t know each other at all. They were strangers once more. The snow outside twirled in a flurry, whipping up against the window, then back down again to the street below. It was -10 degrees outside this morning. The mood was not much warmer inside.

“Having to choose,” her voice broke, the words catching the back of her throat. Stuck, and unwilling to escape voluntarily she had to force them out, a dry rasp as she continued, “it…was the… hardest…. decision…. of my… life.”

Kid rested her forehead against the coolness of the window, providing temporary relief from the throbbing in her head, emotions and thoughts bubbling and swarming around inside. It hurt. She heard him shuffle towards the door, taking purposeful steps.

It felt like a lifetime before he spoke again, in reality it may have been five minutes, most likely no more than two.

“Yet…you chose the easiest way out……didn’t ya Kid….”

She blinked. At last. The torrent of sadness erupted and flowed down her reddened face. Deep heavy sobs shaking her chest. Kid took a large breath in between the sobs, it had felt like forever she had been holding it in. Using the cuff of her well worn denim shirt, she mopped and padded her cheeks. Soaking up the tears as quick as they fell….

Kid turned away from the window to say Sorry once again…..

….to be faced with an empty doorway…

…he had gone.

This post is in response to:

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/09/16/writing-challenge-dialogue/

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Vote For Me?

English: Atmosphere of Mars taken from low orb...

Please could I call upon all you lovely WordPress followers and guests to take just 30 seconds of your time, click the link below, read my Haiku and click (+1 Vote).

This is my chance to have my poem sent into space on a MAVEN spacecraft. Destination – MARS.

Public voting closes on the 29th July so there are only 10 more days left!

Thank You!

http://lasp.colorado.edu/maven/goingtomars/entry/?24558#up

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Boy To Man | Daily Prompt: Say Your Name

Write about your first name: Are you named after someone or something? Are there any stories or associations attached to it? If you had the choice, would you rename yourself?

Photographers, show us  YOU.

Me

Today’s Daily Prompt asked us to either write about our name, what it means, any significance. Or to show a photo of ourselves.

As you can see above, that’s me. Matthew Thomas Aspden. On the left is an approximately 7 year old me, the right hand side was taken a couple of months ago aged 33. I have joined the two images to create a unique portrait, and to show the similarities between the years, without realising I had a current image that almost resembled the old photo. It’s fun, it’s quirky, and most of all I think the photographs capture me. Matthew.

This post is in response to:  http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/05/28/daily-prompt-name

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http://jitterygt.wordpress.com/2013/05/28/a-handsome-name/

http://rightdownmyalley.wordpress.com/2013/05/28/whats-in-a-name/

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Dead Space | Daily Prompt: Elevator

English: LED elevator floor indicator

English: LED elevator floor indicator (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Fiction writers: You’re stuck in an elevator with an intriguing stranger. Write this scene.

Checking her watch a third time, Letitia admitted defeat.

“I am definitely late” she thought.

With a deep sigh she pressed the elevator call button again. It really was one of those days…

Taking a gulp of her Caramel Macchiato, the doors pinged and opened slowly. Almost spilling the coffee down her pastel pink shirt Letitia stepped over the threshold and entered the small metal container that was to take her 34 floors up to Langsworth & Hyde, the City’s premier law firm for the last 8 years.

Flustered, she didn’t even notice the tall gaunt fellow stood in the corner until she looked up to check her hair in the reflective panel next to her. Startled, she felt slightly embarrassed. Less the fact she jumped out of her skin and more because she had been blatantly caught out checking herself in the mirror. Letitia was a proud woman.

Clearing his throat, the stranger spoke softly, “You cannot control your Destiny”

Bewildered, Letitia wasn’t sure she had heard him properly. As she looked through the mirror at the man she noticed that he wore dark sunglasses, dressed in a black pinstripe suit that seemed to hang off his slight frame.

Feeling slightly uncomfortable she chose not to respond.

“Your fate has already been decided lady”, the man continued. Running his bony fingers through his lank dark hair, his thin, pale lips cracked into a crooked smile, revealing broken yellow teeth.

Now she was feeling scared. Swallowing hard, Letitia looked away praying the elevator would miraculously zoom up to the 34th floor in record time. Contemplating hitting the emergency button she could not hide her unease.

“Not much longer to go now my dear…..” he rasped. Now looking over the top of the glasses, his eyes, grey, wide, and bloodshot penetrating through to Letitia’s soul.. The stranger reached inside his jacket and with his left hand pulled out a small metallic orb. No bigger than an egg it appeared to shimmer and shine in his palm. Perfectly round and perfectly clear it began to spin.

It was hypnotising.

“I’m s-s-sorry” Letitia whispered, her gaze transfixed on this impossible sphere, “I just n-n-need to get to Langs……”

“Shhhhh,” the Stranger interrupted, “No need to talk now, the process has started dear”

As the ball whirred and flashed, Letitia could feel an ice cold sliver working it’s way through her chest, rising up, she began to panic. Trying to reach the alarm, she discovered her arms were immobile. She was stuck, trapped. Frightened.

“Please, s-s-stop”, Letitia begged as a single tear escaped her eye and rolled down her cheek.

Taking a step closer, the Stranger brought the spinning sphere up to her face, wanting to look away, but to no avail, she couldn’t understand what was happening to her as the cold chilling swell caught in her throat, she wondered who this man was. What did he want? Why was this happening?

Almost as if he was reading her thoughts, the man spoke once more.

“This is your Fate and it is your Destiny, now is the time!”

As the overwhelming chill consumed her body, every hair stood on end, pins and needles flooded her arms and legs as the shivering grew more intense with every second. Now unable to speak, Letitia mutely gasped as her eyes rolled back and as her body snapped back in shock, the elevator plunged into darkness….

….the lights flickered momentarily, a quiet hum as the electricity buzzed back through the elevator, before illuminating the metal box once again. With a slow, rattling creak, the doors opened on to Langsworth & Hyde’s office space.

Mack, the law firm’s representative appeared at the doorway ready to greet his new client, knowing she was already running behind and eager to commence proceedings. Puzzled, he looked back towards his receptionist at the desk opposite. She gave a slight shrug and held her hands up to say “I don’t know?”

Peering into the elevator, Mack was confronted with an empty space, it had been called up to the 34th floor empty possibly, he wondered before he noticed a small shiny object, in the centre of the floor. A metallic orb, no bigger than an egg. As Mack stepped inside he carefully bent down to pick up the sphere, curious.

As he stood back up to observe this strange object, the elevator doors closed swiftly. Pressing the call button to open them again Mack stumbled back in shock. Stood in the corner was a tall gaunt fellow, wearing a black pinstripe suit and sunglasses. As a bewildered Mack stared on at the Stranger, he spoke.

“You cannot control your Destiny……”

This post is in response to today’s Daily Prompt: http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/05/24/daily-prompt-elevator/

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Out of Work? You WILL be ok

jump-for-joyWell… Where to start?

Firstly I will just explain that for the past year I have been unemployed, and for those of you in the same situation you will know how hard this can be. Especially in today’s current economic climate, where there are now on average 50 people applying for each new job vacancy, the challenge is so much greater and that’s when there are jobs on offer in the first place!

So the past 12 months have been a struggle, both financially (benefit cuts and increase in living costs in the UK have changed things drastically for those out of work) and mentally. When most people imagine being out of work, they think, “Fantastic!” assuming that they will have all this free time to do things, sit around watching daytime television, going shopping, hanging out with friends and just basically living life without having to worry about the stresses of the daily grind.

It really isn’t like that. First of all, the majority of your friends will be at work themselves. So trying to arrange things to do with all your spare time will be tough. Your income, this will barely allow you to get through a month without having to make sacrifices, be it food, treats, going out at weekends. If you’ve budgeted to save money before, this is the ‘take no prisoners’ version. It’s tough.

So you’re struggling financially to get through the weeks, and months, but then you realise it’s taking it’s toll on you personally. If it’s not the de-motivation from not receiving responses from all the job applications you send out, it’s the lack of interaction from other people, the loneliness, the self-doubt and guilt you start to feel being out of work for so long.

The monotonous days merge into long dark nights, and the further you go on like this the worse it gets, and the harder it is to drag yourself back up.

But NEVER give up. You must persist and try to stay positive. As I have learnt, after all this time out of work – it pays off eventually.

Yesterday I received a call with an offer of employment. The relief, joy and release that I felt after so long was unmeasurable. You see, it’s not just ‘having a job’ to me. It’s having a life. Being employed gives you motivation, it gives you freedom, gives you reason to get up in the mornings and get into a routine. It pays the bills, it introduces new friends and it gives you a place in the world again.

So as of next Tuesday 28th May, I’m back to work. I am picking up my suit trousers from the Dry Cleaners this afternoon and prepping myself for the first day of training. I just want other people to know that if you are struggling, and down, and feel that there is no hope, or light at the end of the very long unemployment tunnel, then stay strong. It WILL happen for you.

I hope it happens for you too.

I am scared, I am excited but most of all… I am ready.

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Daily Prompt: Goals

When you started your blog, did you set any goals? Have you achieved them? Have they changed at all?

When I started this blog at the beginning of April 2013, I originally intended to use it to publish my old poetry and some of my favourite photographs that I had taken over the years. If I’m honest I wasn’t expecting much from it. Maybe at most, the odd comment or like here and there, with a view to pop back every now and then with some new pieces to add on.

Ultimately my goal was to share my work and see if others liked it.

What happened truthfully was that it reignited my passion for writing first and foremost. I found myself inspired to create new poetry, to express myself and wanting to share it on the blog. At first I was getting a couple of likes here and there as expected, which fuelled my interest further. From there I went onto explore WordPress and all it has to offer. Reading tips and guides on how to improve my blog, how to get more interest and response, how to interact with others on here. It was a revelation.

With a new found desire to keep improving and adding to my blog I followed the advice I had read, the comments from followers (which were increasing week by week) and took onboard everything. I changed my theme a handful of times, played around with posts, edited submissions and improved the way my blog ran.

Now I am focused I find myself on here daily. If I am not posting a new poem, or submitting an entry for a daily/weekly challenge, I check the Reader, or the Daily Post. Have a browse through Freshly Pressed. I think it’s fair to say that my initial ‘goal’ was met quite early on, but with keeping a blog, I find the ‘goal’ shifts and you find yourself wanted to fulfil another one. That in turn inspires you to create, and interact and also build a better platform to showcase your work, whether for yourself or for others.

My new/next goal is to create an ongoing piece of online fiction to expand the interest on my blog, to create repeat views, but ultimately because it’s what I really want to do now. And once I manage to get that first chapter down and online here I look forward to receiving comments, sharing, and researching to make it even better.

This post is in response to:  http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/05/22/daily-prompt-goals/

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http://pheliorandom.wordpress.com/2013/05/22/lets-do-some-diggings/

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Grandparents | Daily Prompt: Memories

“Photographers, share an image that says MEMORY”

Grandparents

 Today’s Daily Prompt asked us to provide an image that said Memory, so when I automatically thought of my Grandparents I instinctively knew it couldn’t be just one picture. It was only natural to me to include both of them, because that’s how my memory remembers them. Together.

Always.

I really miss my Grandparents. Growing up as a young boy they were always there in my life, important role models that taught me so much. I obviously didn’t notice at the time, but thinking back I realise how much of an influence they had on me.

My elder Sister and I would often go over and stay with them for the weekend, and we would always look forward to it. My Grandmother’s home cooking: Chicken Noodle Soup, Cakes, Meatloaf….tastes and smells I can recall to this day many years on. My Grandfather’s stories of his childhood, relishing in telling us how he always got into trouble and the naughty pranks and situations he would find himself in. His harmonica playing. His incredible good luck at always finding money on his walks out and about.

They would always take us for walks to the parks in Manchester, espcecially in the Autumn searching for perfect ‘conkers’ (horse chestnuts) and the Museums too. Teaching us things, showing us things, letting us explore and discover. It really was a ritual of passing on their knowledge to us, feeding us with new information. My Grandmother, born in Germany would teach us words and to count in German. My Grandfather, a proud Englishman who fought in WWII, would instill manners and good behaviour into us.

It’s a crying shame that I only realised how much I benefited from my Grandparents before it was too late, and sadly they had both passed on. I often wish that I had had more time with them, so that I could show them that everything they had taught me had made a difference.

I Thank You, I Miss You, & I Love You Both Dearly

R.I.P

Mrs I.E. Aspden & Mr T.H. Aspden

In response to: http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/05/16/daily-prompt-sale

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