The All Or The Nothing , livre ebook

eBookIt.com - Stephen Thompson

Découvre YouScribe en t'inscrivant gratuitement

Je m'inscris

Obtenez un accès à la bibliothèque pour le consulter en ligne
En savoir plus

73 pages

English

Obtenez un accès à la bibliothèque pour le consulter en ligne
En savoir plus

A propos
Informations
Extrait

Description

Welcome to the first book of poetry from Stephen Thompson,
little-known author of eclectic poetry, writer, musician and blogger.

Inside, you'll find 62 poems about love, depression, madness, insecurity, anxiety, fear, heartbreak, dating and various other morbid subjects. It's enough to turn you to drink. Oh, there are poems about that, too.

Sujets

Oceanian

Australian

Poetry

Informations

Publié par	eBookIt.com
Date de parution	14 décembre 2017
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781456629762
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	2 Mo

Informations légales : prix de location à la page 0,0300€. Cette information est donnée uniquement à titre indicatif conformément à la législation en vigueur.

Extrait

ISBN-13: 978-1-4566-2976-2

Introduction Reborn Unrequited Dead Men Deep Homeless Black Dog Game Over Acquiesce Today Sorrow Grace Sometimes White Noise Chess (a pantoum) Walk Sands La Petite Mort Wedge The Near-Empty Bottle Ghosts Refill The Maze Love, Today, Actually Rain I Books A Writer’s Lot Boxes Train Wreck Razor Wire Heart Love Never Sleeps Blog Defeat Dregs

Contents

Baggage Illiterate The Yoke Elegy Anchor Memento Plundered Flutter Phantom Limb No Sleep for the Wicked Pane Blind Oil and Quicksand See the Light Toxic Superhot Window Flip That Switch City of the Lost Heartbreak Remnants Through His Eyes Tired Enjambment Peak Old Dogs Frost Fools’ Gold Sorry

Introduction

Like most angst-filled teenagers, I wrote terrible poetry. It was a way of releasing all the pent up emotions and petty vindictive expressions I was unable to voice in real life. Naturally enough, they were all terrible, and thus in due time were consigned to the depths of my waste paper bin.

Many, many, many, many (plus a few) years later, I found myself out of work, out of home, out of love and generally out of life. I was at my lowest ebb and the road to recovery involved a lot of shaky literal steps and a lot of metaphorical soul searching. I started a blog as a catharsis for my woes:stevestillstanding.com. I still blog every day, it remains part of my therapeutic head space.

A few months after I started the blog, I woke up at 4:00am in the morning (as you do) with my head full of random thoughts (as you do). I wrote my first poem in many, many, many years, and enjoyed the experience of bringing it to ambient life so much that I continued to write them. So many, in fact, that my blog became less about black dog daze and more about actual poetry.

Over time more people read my work and enjoyed it. Readers seemed to be connecting with the dense and coruscating weave of my thoughts, my dark conciliatory needs and wants made real via keyboard and transmitted magically to the vast and unfathomable interwebs.

So, I’ve decided to publish some of my poetry. Hopefully you will find something here you connect with that makes you feel as miserable as I do most of the time.

But more so, hopefully you’ll find something you’ll enjoy.

Stephen Thompson December 2017 stevestillstanding.com

to the light.

(This is the first poem I wrote, at 4:00am in the morning, back in early March 2017. I liked it so much I wrote another. And another. And…)

Reborn

consumed alive.

Prod me back to life.

her promise yields

engulfs my being,

Womb of sheets

warming rays—

Reborn.