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1  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Broom on: Today at 05:40:30 AM
Sweeping. The unspoken necessity. Throughout my relatively short life it has been an action that has followed my across a wide variety of jobs. Towards the end of my first day in retail I was quietly handed a broom and sent back onto the shop floor to clean. Over the next few years we would fight over whoís turn it was to sweep. An unflattering job, yet one which I have learned to find surprisingly therapeutic. With one forceful action, I gather the dust that dares to obstruct my path, I am the momentary ruler of my small dominion. The difficulties lie in circumstances where the floor is not suitable for the broom you have been provided with. Small nooks and crannies that gather dust and waste which you know you will never be able to access. The rough wooden floors that fight back, seemingly desperate to keep the thick lines of dust for themselves. Likewise there are moments in which the dust appears to attack you with all its might. One sweeping action and your lungs are overwhelmed with minuscule choking debris. Your back begins to take the strain and you question whether this is all really worth it when you know that by the end of the next day, you will have to repeat the same actions over and over again. Yet, due to years of routine conditioning and a misguided sense of duty you continue to push forwards. On and on until you know that the job is done. Exasperation aside, there is still that warm feeling when you gather the dirt into the pan and look over the clean floor with pride.
2  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Trophy on: October 18, 2017, 05:32:36 AM
Shining in the spotlight, the audience clap and cheer.
The sycophants rejoice with the winner of the year.
Standing at the podium with another cliche speech
ĎThank you to everyone who helped, I wish I had one for each
And every person who slaved away and sacrificed their sleep.
Instead just take my gratitude as my pockets arenít that deep.í
He stands their with his trophy and a very handsome cheque
His colleagues all applaud him whilst they mask all their regret
That they didnít take the credit and they didnít get the fame
They didnít get rewarded for all the months of pain.
They go home empty handed for yet another year.
And they think about their hopes and dreams
As they nurse another beer.
3  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Ballpoint Pen on: October 15, 2017, 07:49:27 AM
I canít remember there being a time
Where you werenít by my side.
Youíve been with me when Iím laughing,
And also when Iíve cried.
Ever since I was a toddler
I have kept you close at hand
To vent all my frustrations
With someone who can understand.
As children we drew sketches
And made up fairy tales
In adolescence you helped with homework
And taught me all my scales.
We have written countless stories
And songs that no-one has heard.
You have helped me to find an outlet
And be separate from the herd.
Nothing in life is constant
And everything has to end,
But I know you will always be here for me
As a colleague and a friend.
As the ink dries on the paper
We complete another verse.
In the days where you are not around
I feel like I am cursed.

So I thank you for your guidance
Through all that weíve been through.
Writing gives my life meaning
And I owe it all to you.
4  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Eyelashes on: October 12, 2017, 02:51:31 AM
If true beauty is in the eyes
Then your lashes are the gates
Raised up like marble arches
Beckoning me to come nearer.

Nothing can interrupt my gaze
They demand my full attention
Each flutter draws me closer
To your smile.

I stare in fascination
At the beauty held before me
More divine than I could
Ever comprehend.

You lean across the table
I can feel my heart rate double.
Your lashes close together
As you press your lips to mine.

We are blind to our surroundings
But our senses are enlightened.
Each kiss says more than words
Could ever say.
5  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Spare Key on: October 11, 2017, 03:34:55 AM
Not a single day goes by in which I am not haunted by the memory as if it were branded to my skull by a hot and rusty iron. The searing pain overwhelms even though a year has passed since we both returned our spare keys. The damage had already been done and there was no way of salvaging what we had; and yet that one symbolic notion held more weight than the months of arguments that had preceded it. We knew that it was over, but part of us both yearned for everything to return to how things were.

The day that I handed back that key, I tore apart my soul and I knew that I would never get it back. Every day I think about the things that we could have done differently and I find myself wondering whether you still feel the same way. Do you ever look at that spare key and wish that I still kept it in my pocket?
6  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Stained Glass Windo on: October 10, 2017, 03:52:06 AM
The choir sing their anthems
Like an angelic horde.
The congregation listen in wonder
Whilst Lucy just sits their bored.
She has never understood
Why her parents bring her here
To hear the priest condemn
All of the things that she holds dear.
She hides away in the corner
With her mobile in her hand.
The whole facade is boring her
She will never understand.
But then somethings grabs her attention
From the corner of her eye.
An angelic like refraction
That beams down from the sky.
The sunlight through the stained glass window
Looks like a message from above.
Her eyes have been opened
And she feels all of Gods love.
She now sits with a smile
Even though she doesnít take part.
She is happy to take things slowly
With Jesus in her heart.
7  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Frisbee on: October 04, 2017, 04:25:17 AM
The summer sun is shining
It is a bright and beautiful day.
Making the most of summer
Before it all goes away.

Barbecues in the park
Multiple packs of beers
Lazing around on weekdays
Making the most of these years.

Rob has brought his football
In the hopes of a kick around
Steph is lying down with her headphones on
Trying to tune out the sounds

Of Tom playing loudly on his guitar
And Will who is singing out of tune.
Iíl never forget these lazy days
In High Wycombe in the middle of June.

Someone has brought a frisbee
That they now throw about in the air.
I make a half arsed attempt to catch it
But in all honesty I really donít care.

I sit and I gaze at the sky
Whilst lying down on the ground.

I take a moment to appreciate
The friendly chaos all around.
8  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Railroad Tracks on: October 03, 2017, 04:57:21 AM
The sun beats down like a blowtorch
On this Texas afternoon.
Peeling our skin like an apple
Skin the shade of a baboon.
The temperature constantly rises
My brow is drenched in sweat.
This is the start of an incredible summer
Which I will never forget.

We met at the airport
Last Wednesday
Our adventures began
Straight away.
There is no better way
To embrace a new culture
Than to jump straight
Into the fray.

We ran round the bases
At baseball
We ate at the best
Texan grills
We stayed late up night
Round a campfire
Listening to your Fathers great tales.

Yet the strongest memory that remains in my head
Is that boiling afternoon
Where we walked together on the old Railroad tracks
On our way to find the lagoon.

That summer brought many a heartbreak
Some days that I would rather forget
But that afternoon on the railroad
Was one of the best that I have had yet.
9  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Measuring Cup on: September 27, 2017, 05:43:02 AM
I am aiming for precision.
I am aiming to impress.
There is only one shot
To get this right.

I made a tactical decision
When I gave her my address
That I would show another side
To me tonight.



Now the pressure is mounting.
The clock is speeding up.
I scrutinise the recipe
To death.

The scales seem to be balancing
And Iíve got my measuring cup.
I put the meal into the oven
And hold my breath.



These nerves are so frustrating.
My time is running out.
All that I can do now
Is just hope.

That the mood is so elating
That she will never think to doubt
My composure whenever
I try to cook.
10  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Quarter on: September 25, 2017, 02:26:39 AM
The grating sound of high pitched laughter
Pierces through my head.
Claustrophobia rising
And there is a heavy night ahead.
I try to tune out the chaos
By standing outside of the bar
Two drinks in my hand and a cigarette
And a sense that I take things too far.
I gently sway on my heels
As the blood rushes straight to my brain.
Last night ended up way too messy
And I fear that tonight might be the same.
My mind quickly sensing the danger
Sends me hastily back inside
The cacophony slams me straight in the face
And I search for a place I can hide.
A friend suddenly catches my eye
And signals to the corner of the bar
She has come to my salvation
With the best idea so far.
Together we count out our quarters
So we can play a few games of pool
I try to regain my composure
So I donít look too much like a fool.
The game is evenly matched
As neither of us can really play.
But we definitely needed the break
Before returning to rejoin the fray.
11  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Compass on: September 24, 2017, 09:54:11 AM
Once more I have reached a junction
A fork that's in the road
No signs or maps to guide me
I am stuck here on my own.
I've lost all sense of direction
And I don't know which way to turn
I've been stuck like this before
And yet I never seem to learn.
Every time is still surprises me
And I find I am unprepared
With out my tools of navigation
I find myself impaired.
I'm in desperate need of a compass
To show me which way to go
And someone to guide me on my way
To show me I am not alone
12  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Glasses on: September 23, 2017, 01:52:55 PM
A heavy mist has descended over the past few years.
The fog has rolled in from the sea and consumed all of our surroundings.
I stumble down the street with my arms stretched out before me
In the desperate hope that I am still on the right course.
All sense of direction has been stripped away
And I no longer know which way I should be going.
The pathway behind me is lost within the clouds
So that even backtracking has become impossible.
I silently pray to anyone who is listening
And soon that prayer becomes a scream
Of anger and despair and outright fear
That I may end up trapped like this for eternity.
All that I long for is a safety rope
To guide me to clearer pastures.
A float to prevent me from being swept away
And some glasses to cure my vision.
So that the fog will disperse and my sight will be clearer
And I will know where I should be going.
13  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Frown on: September 21, 2017, 05:37:03 AM
Remaining frozen on the park bench
As if he were made of stone.
He maintains the same expression
Whilst he sits here all alone.
This place has been his beacon
Over countless years.
A place for him to sit in silence
Fighting back the tears.
He sits in contemplation
Of the things he should have done
To change the course of the life heís lived,
The mistakes made when he was young.
So many moments wasted
And opportunities missed.
The risks he should have taken,
The girls he should have kissed.
Yet instead of looking forwards
He continues to stare back.
By remaining in regret
He can never get back on track.
So he continues to sit in silence
With a frown upon his face.
Cursing all of those wasted years
That he spent sat in this place.
14  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / History Test on: June 18, 2017, 08:11:27 AM
He stands above a broken world
Teardrops fill his eyes
As he looks upon the scorched Earth
He cannot fathom why
They have destroyed all that he gave
Through selfishness and hate
How his gifts have burned to ashes
And crushed under the weight
Of ignorance and stupidity
The stubbornness of Men
That refuse to listen to their history lessons
And then repeat all of the mistakes again.
They missed all of the warnings
They ignored all the cries for help.
They trampled on the struggling
As they fought to save themselves.
They had it all laid clear for them
Examples of what not to do
But they chose to look the other way
And claim that it wasnít true.
So now God looks upon his world
And he hangs his head in shame
Because he knows that when society rebuilds itself
They will make all the mistakes again.
15  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Slippers on: June 16, 2017, 07:32:12 AM
Sometimes I get the feeling that Iím old before my time
When I would rather stay inside with a nice glass of wine
Instead of being out in the city at the loud and expensive clubs
I have always felt more comfortable in a quiet and relaxing pub.
Living in London in my twenties I feel like I should be
Partying all of all the time, but in truth I am more happy
Sat in my flat with my slippers on, watching a film on the tv
I feel older than I am, but I think we can all agree
That sometimes it feels nice to just relax and spend some time alone
To enjoy some nice peace and quiet in the comfort of your home.
So maybe next week I will go wild and party until dawn
But right now just the very thought of it is making me start to yawn.
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