1. WRITING CLUB
~ 2013 ~

2. DEDICATED TO MY TEAM
‘Age shall not weary them’,
and yet
it does; making us slow
to see . . . and act.
The young
so confident, so learned, so hopeful
will bring,
to the troubles we have left them,
FAITH and Facebook
HOPE and YouTube
CHARITY and Causes.
Perhaps together,
united in frustration
at our low expectations,
They will conquer
what we have left undone.
They may yet
save the world

3. Response Snapshots:
Crime. Crime. Everywhere you look.
They are hiding. Hiding. Scared.
Together they pirouette around
me, their flesh merging together in
shades of dark, light and even
lighter.
UNFORGOTTEN
BY TOHBY RIDDLE

4. 10 Word Stories:
The problems in the world, were
fuel to his fire.
The silver tin, a reminder - she had
finally found home.
I felt fangs sink into my skin; a
necessary sacrifice.
One man left. Everyone’s gone.
Then came the harbinger
Deeper Thinking:
‘Impossible birds’ are they
not what scares, disconcerts?
To choose to believe…
Acceptance - help, love, ‘warm’
But how can we see?
We are blind stone, oblivious
of the light
Hiding in darkness
Unaware . . . Alone
Should we remember?

5. It’s a bad trip, that’s going right in every way. It’s as if I’ve been possessed; my
limbs controlled by invisible strings, by master puppeteers on top of a cat walk
metres above my head. Pairs of stars lay in front of me catching the spotlight
gazing intently at an empty soul.
Home is where the heart is, and here is my heart – shrivelled like a prune. It
resembles my old self and this stage represents the new: hard, resilient, polished.
And when all is said and done – the lights are off, the sound is off. Tranquillity is
pounding in my ears, deafening me.
Peace, or close to it.

6. LOST GENERATION
 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=42E2fAWM6rA#
This work moved us in interesting ways too…

7. It simply cannot be,
that you and me
are part of a revolution.
We just keep moving forward
and following your word.
If to reach a destination
we ask ourselves the question
Is the goal worth the loss?
We think about what you said to
us
and keep going; after all
there is always a pot of gold at
the end of the
rainbow.
So, if we are the lost
generation,
as you say, without hesitation,
it was not us who lost ourselves
But you who left us, without
help;
you who have us false ideals
you who left us to find our way
home.
So forgive us if its not to you
we turn