Joel Arnold was born and raised in Kent. In fact, for some reason, he's still living there (although maybe not for much longer).
After acting and speaking in the third person, writing is Joel's favourite thing to do in the world. He has written for a variety
The times you feel like giving up, When it seems as though it's all too much, And you feel you can't take any more, You want things how they were before... The times you think you can't go on, You don't think you can be that strong, And everything is going wrong, Don't lose your grip; keep moving on... Stay in control, don't... More..
THE MONSTER I walk the earth, but I was not meant to be; I'm a mockery of nature, a monstrosity, Born of madness, raised by woe, A disruption to the status quo Stormclouds gather, lightning strikes, The monster has been brought to life; But something's wrong, it's gone awry, And evil has been born tonight Made by man from bi... More..
"The Fall" I found a place to call my own, I met a man, he knew my name He held a gun against my head Until I saw we were the same He started crying, tears of blood, Apologised for all he'd done I turned my back on him for good Before I knew it he was gone Part of life is growing up, But who will you grow up to be? The loss ... More..
I burnt a match, it wasn't enough I lit a candle, the flame was too small I made a fire, it consumed my soul It burned through the night, the sky was ablaze It smoked and it smouldered, a shimmering haze I fed it for hours, hungry for more But it died in the end, just like us all I wanted another, I burned for the heat I car... More..
Extract from "Candles for Kathy" In this scene, Luke is explaining to flatmate Jack why he lights a candle every night before going to sleep. Luke: One night I struck a match in the dark. And I just watched it burn. I held it in my hand and I watched it burn. It didn't take very long; well, it wouldn't, would it? It was just... More..
Staying awake for hours, trying to work things out, None of it makes sense, but there's no way I can sleep; Shadows on the ceiling, shapes beyond all doubt, Twisting out of sight, a lucidity so deep. Can't get them in focus, they're never there for long, Fleeting forms of fiction, made tangible by fear; And though I try igno... More..
Joel Arnold
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