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About me - James Hall

(Music / Love / Life)

Alas, due to constricting word counts much of my writing is 're-constructed' as poetry, falling just too short to meet the character count of short stories and never intended for poetry form / written with any 'structure' in mind, so I

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Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Self-reflection: 4 of 372

I write as the voice of one yet to fall in love. Yet. I am a dreamer who clings tightly to the hope of romantic promise. And I still feel like I can sense love drifting all around me. Its energy timeless. Endless.Such as the way the bird takes a dip in a sweeping glide through cloudless skies. So graceful and free. I sense th... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Unspoken thoughts: 18 of 526

Ignorance is as ignorance does [zero for this understanding]Consider me movedWatching unruffled bin men clasping at routine and hard workThe passers by scorn at in fly-high wheels and shaded emotionRaising yourself in a rush of gleeThis feels so good to go one thousand better than someone else I could soak myself in this stat... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Her beauty: 1 of 23

Sky Train Holding an angel's movement, like the grace of a dove against supple ocean waves. Feel her smoke fill empty skies of streaming blue with a towering ease, for you won't find no train tracks around here. No carved direction or metallic pulse. Departure times and platform strain, announcement fuss and lonely seats, ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Hospitals: 1 of 18

(Hospital Walls)Walk hands in pockets locked from viewConcealing the sweat"We'll be okay, we'll be alright"You mouthHead down to the lifeless ground as you paceKnowing every room with doors half-openBearing frailty and struggleIn half-stares of longing and deathly cold lightWill they? (Be alright?)Tearing the heart outOf a fo... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Self-reflection: 5 of 53

(Thanks, Fightstar boys, for the inspiration and all that)So then. We've reached that special place, felt that fragile knocking on the door of life getting blown wide open. Youth and growth entangled so slip in and out of past clinging and future walking. Keep as many faces on the map or abandon the effort in pulling and pick... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Solitude: 5 of 51

You all alone here son?'II guess. I came out here just by myself, you see..'My, you look barely past your teenage years lad, what's a young thing like you doing in a place like this?'I kind of, well, it just felt right, to come here. To get away from where I was, you know?'I'm not so sure I do son! I mean, this here is a town... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Romance: 20 of 188

The sun breaks over my heart, only you are this truth. Wrote words over other things, like you're just too much for them, like it takes away this magic. Only mine. Took a foolish gesture to realise how this pain runs through veins in your silence. Would you believe the tears in eyes, catch them or let them sink into deserv... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Beauty: 34 of 280

BeautyIt's the buzz of a child let loose in the sunIt's the gift of love flowing freeThe bird's graceful flight that's just begunStretching its wings and brushing past treesIt's the smile of a man feeling aliveIt's the ease of knowing that someone caresThe dancing butterflies gracing the skySoftly sweeping past awed staresIt'... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Lessons in life: 27 of 200

'Just cause the years toll, can't let the passion run, run run' Sleuth your days between cash register chimes Bread and butter truths Something in this sky screeches 'keep moving' To a little voice walking steps Slower by the experience The charge of a song spits thunder in walls As the weird love In that feelin... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Finding love: 23 of 170

'Romantic's sugar-rush' Hello, my angel. So strange, isn't it, how you make that one word not sound so heavenly, more like its in the strength wings and the feeling of flying shooting through this belief. Perfection isn't what we're into, oui? Grass chatter and being away for things I care for gives me chance to watch you in... More..