The Knell

I write because it's my lifeline... it keeps me breathing rather than gasping from breath. So, really, I write so people won't stare at me. ;)
Everything I write is mine alone, and no parts, tidbits or whole, may be reused or posted as someone else's original thought. Come now, why would you? Use your grey matter! There's great stuff in there... I promise.
I am also found here: http://knellbells.tumblr.com/

fears upon waking in the night

there’s a taste in the air
like a zipper pull
held between teeth
a taste
like breaking skin
against those same teeth

scrittore

I hope you still write

I really do

On the days that I cannot empty my mind into the air, I will open my journals. I will point to the pages and say, ‘Look, this is where I spent my courage. I am not speaking, but do not count me among the silent. I am screaming the only way I know how.’
Sharleigh Thomson, “Beyond Shades of Gray” (via twloha)


times like now

sometimes I’m just so restless in my own mind
that it crawls all over my skin
and leaves a cavern in my stomach
then I search for something to fill me
until there is nothing at all
I’ll remember that I once knew how to
create the things that could occupy 
that void
still
I will want something more 
beyond me

thedailypozitive: “Always be kinder than you feel ”

thedailypozitive:

Always be kinder than you feel

wanderlusteurope: “ Lavender spring in Berlin by Denny Bitte ”

wanderlusteurope:

Lavender spring in Berlin 

by Denny Bitte

tylerknott: “Typewriter Series #1860 by Tyler Knott Gregson ”

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #1860 by Tyler Knott Gregson

simply

where do I start?

bookmania: “Hemingway ”

bookmania:

Hemingway

i am just a pebble of safety glass

I miss you like I miss the broken window
in the living room that I used to stare
out of 
for hours until the workmen came to fix it
they took my beautiful
distorted view 
of the world
and changed it
they made it right and correct and 
unbroken
and I couldn’t understand it anymore
because I wanted it
my broken window
the world as I had begun to love it
love it
love it
love you
and I miss you like I miss the broken window
in the living room that I used to stare 
out of 
for hours

tylerknott: “ Typewriter Series #1820 by Tyler Knott Gregson *Pre-order my new book, Wildly Into The Dark, and I’ll donate $1 for every order to @TWLOHA ! bit.ly/WildlyIntoTheDark * ”

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #1820 by Tyler Knott Gregson

*Pre-order my new book, Wildly Into The Dark, and I’ll donate $1 for every order to @TWLOHA !  bit.ly/WildlyIntoTheDark *

tylerknott: “ Typewriter Series #1812 by Tyler Knott Gregson *Pre-order my new book, Wildly Into The Dark, and I’ll donate $1 for every order to @TWLOHA ! bit.ly/WildlyIntoTheDark * ”

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #1812 by Tyler Knott Gregson

*Pre-order my new book, Wildly Into The Dark, and I’ll donate $1 for every order to @TWLOHA !  bit.ly/WildlyIntoTheDark *

cinemagorgeous:

From I Found My Silence by photographer Mika Suutari.

huff and puff and blow the house down

It’s unfortunate that my mind has switches in it.

Switches that get stuck.

The instant I walk into work, the muse switch flips off. Writing and imagining die to me.

And it wasn’t always that way - some of my favourite poems and characters began in my mind at work. 

Not anymore.

Now that switch gets stuck in that “off” position. 

I am sitting here, having left work behind hours ago, and I can’t find the “on” - the ideas are there - I feel them.

I know I had an idea earlier in the day, that I was excited to write it down, but I can feel it standing behind a wall in my mind. I can’t get to it.

I need more hours, more days, for the ideas to slip free. 

But the time isn’t there.