Poet as PainterThe worldPoet as Painter by *BlakeCurran
Your dusty palette,
The pen
Your muddied paintbrush:
Dip into
The impossible
Colour
Of imagination
And stain
The pristine slate
With an
Image distilled.
You should date a guy who writesDate a guy who writes. Date a guy whose fingers are stained with ink, whose pockets are filled with pens, and whose eyes smile and dance with curiosity. Date a guy who notices things like the colour of your hair and the way you have your coffee, not because he has to, but just because it’s a habit of his to notice things. Date a guy who can barely get around a computer, but is expert with his word processor. It doesn’t matter; he prefers pen and paper anyway.You should date a guy who writes by *BlakeCurran
Find a guy who writes. You’ll find him just outside a library. He’ll like the idea of being outside, on the verge of a thousand worlds, a few steps away. He&rsqu
Winter's Words"Be my autumn,"Winter's Words by *BlakeCurran
she was whispering
when her eyes found you
tracing in the dust
of ethereal dreams.
If only she knew...
Ode to the NovelYou thirstOde to the Novel by *BlakeCurran
for the completion.
You know
only the clots of ink
will satisfy you.
You grasp.
You crack its spine, relishing
in its dusty, primal scent,
its papery flesh.
Literature spills
over your hands, congealed
already. You eat.
Gorged on imagination,
you drain the dregs,
bittersweet.
You fold away
the words, saving
some for later.
You stroke it,
inject it,
creativity's creature,
a drug.
The track marks
reach your mind.
Leave A MessageSherlock was galloping through his deductions when Lestrade’s phone rang.Leave A Message by *SCFrankles
“Hold on,” said Lestrade, and then paused. “That’s odd.”
He showed the display to John.
“Number withheld: please pass phone to Sherlock Holmes,” John read out.
“Don’t answer it!" shouted Sherlock.
John stared at him. “Is this something to do with Mycroft?”
Sherlock turned abruptly and strode away.
At the lab they bumped into Molly. Almost immediately her mobile rang.
“Um..?” she said gazing at the screen.
“Message for Sherlock Holmes?” asked John.
“Turn your p
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I've just noticed that you are studying Sociology as part of your course. I have a degree in Sociology from the early '80s, when it was so trendy! 
I think Psychology is really trendy now. Oh, how times have changed 
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