Hey Guys,
I know it’s been a while since my last post, (nearly a year…), but I’ve been busying myself with a bunch of other projects and my short stories have fallen to the wayside slightly. This last year I’ve once again attempted to write a full novel, ( got to 40,000 damn words) but I’ve ran out of juice once more. I’m really struggling to keep motivated with a single idea, I usually get half way through and it all falls apart!
I’ve been playing and writing plenty of music, which I might start adding to this site, but that’s taken away a lot of my time spent writing stories. I’m hoping to start writing again, finger’s crossed I’ll have some more stuff to post here soon.
In the mean time, I know it’s not a short story, but here’s my second attempt at poetry. As always, I’d love to hear any thoughts or feedback you might have on the piece, let me know what you think.
Cheers,
Jevan Thompson
I’ve known some good men,
Who’ve turned out bad.
I’ve found some happy men,
Who’ve been secretly sad.
All will at some point, fight, spit and shout,
Moments later will worry and doubt.
A terrific force, tempered by wisdom and passion.
Yet with their kindness often forced to ration.
Forced by pride, which firmly decides, who must live and who must die.
This fault of a mind that must constantly try,
To find out what it means, to be the best of them,
These facinating creatures that we call men.
Teller of Some Tales 