Moleskine Pages- Rock Me Gently

This is yesterday's effort, fresh from my sketchbook. I'd appreciate some feedback, good or not so good.

Moleskine Pages- Stitching

The thread held her story together, it was a matter of great urgency that she maintains it's integrity. If the quilt unraveled, then so would she. In the midst of dreaming, she kept on stitching.

Moleskine Pages- A Home For The Numb

Sacrifice came naturally to them, they lived in a home for the numb.

Moleskine Pages- Don't Ask

The oracle was reluctant one. She hated her job, hated answering questions. But every one wanted a map to heaven, and she had to make  difficult choices. What no one realised was that it was purely a lottery. It was a divine scam.

Moleskine Pages- Good Girl

He pretends not to hear her, she will be eternally faithful to him...always.

Moleskine Pages - White China

Her mouth was once a gleaming side-board full of white china. Over time, help stole her legs from under her. Blood coloured her shame. Her heart grew in her womb and was born as her children who beat in her chest, allowing life to go on and flowers to grow even in winter.

Moleskine Pages- Mother May I

They are the woods where men lift up your skirts and take down your pants even though you are crying 'mother may I?'

Moleskine Pages- Fallen

The Devil himself judged her a sinner. He pushed her into a hole and declared her a fallen woman. Her flesh caused his own to rise; her flesh was his torment and her burden.

Moleskine Pages- Infested

'Come rid me of my second sight, my first tooth and my last bullet. I can't stand the forest fire in my spare room that threatens my paper horizon. I was induced from a womb with extravagant promises of super powers and the divine protection of Angels. Now I am infested and angry.'
This page was done during a 'blue' period, that is still to a degree ongoing. I grew tired of the seduction of hope, I am disillusioned by the idea of patience and the notion that hard work is always rewarded. I am in the process of re evaluating my life, my principles and my usual life jackets.

Moleskine Pages- Real Estate

Right on time, the go- between appeared. She brought messages from defunct estate agents selling prime acres in an upcoming, sound- proof land. We shook her hand. We stood in a row singing her praises. Invoking the Gods to give us this day our daily bread.

Moleskine Pages- The Shadows Have Pointy Ears

I'd hear his voice even when he was silent. I would breathe only when he was absent. My mother grew in a garden, she never recognised me. She channeled his thoughts and let the shadows overwhelm me.

Moleskine Pages- A Place Of Sadness

Everyone woke up when the flowers started growing. The fear was they would never stop. Fish and fowl picked up human speech patterns that they etched on every flat surface nearby. It remained a place of sadness.

Moleskine Pages- On Silent Days

His skeletons were too numerous to confine to a cupboard. He didn't even bother to hide his trail of bloody devastation. She wouldn't hear a bad word against him. On silent days, the screams could be heard for months all round. She mopped up the blood and smiled to herself. She felt lucky most of the time, he loved her true!

Moleskine Pages - Hope Is A Mental Illness

Their intention was never to cause a continental drift, or a terminal breach in the planet's emotional defenses. But words can never be taken back, and deeds can't be undone. The rounding up and culling of Blue Birds was however an act of mercy; their promise of happiness was a cruel delusion. Hope was getting in the way of pragmatism. Hope was a mental illness to be cured.

Moleskine Pages- In 1984

In 1984 paranoia set in. Our parents died in our living rooms, our children were born into the future, and even easy listening became hard.

Moleskine Pages- When The Time Comes

When her time came, she chose to lay down in the middle of the road and wait for the sand to run out. To pass the hours, she read her book and snacked on a selection of biscuits.

Moleskine Pages- In Classic & Slim

He had so much to say to her. Clouds steamed out of his mouth heavy with rain and wet with tears. She was too bust to offer him comfort.

Moleskine Pages- A Bucket Of Mum

Her mother shriveled up slowly till all she needed was a medium size bucket to carry her up to heaven.

Moleskine Pages- The Darkness Wants Me

I realised early that Black Holes can appear anywhere and at anytime. Science has yet to wake up to this fact. The darkness wants me.

Moleskine Pages- Alone Again...Naturally

She was nailed onto a pedestal, a forced conduit that would forward their dreams to whom it may concern. They made pretty offerings and whispered pious prayers laced with malice, songs of praise lined with threat. Overtime the wings turned to stone. Celestial ears became deaf. They were alone again...naturally.