Apr 24, 2014
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We’re all children forced into adulthood too soon,
our juvenile innocence destroyed by cruel horizons
swallowing all the greener grass,
no wonder we’re always looking to futures,
to brighter skies, to calmer shores.


We’re all adults reclaiming something lost,
our serious cynicism swept under sensible carpets
weighed down with imported coffee tables,
leather bound sofas that we sit and watch TV upon,
watching the news tell us how the world will end,
wishing we could watch cartoons instead.

Innocence - Chris Lees
Apr 24, 2014
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I took a train away from home
and placed dirty shoes on foreign soil.
Maybe I can follow you round this globe,
but she’s long gone now.

I caught a plane and ate the sky,
landed in the heat of unfamiliar tongues.
Maybe I could forget the shape of your name,
but she’s long gone now.

I slept on a boat beneath a turtle shell night,
wondered where you now rest your head.
Maybe I could carve out a sympathetic future,
but she’s long gone now.

Long Gone - Chris Lees
Apr 24, 2014
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I’ve spent today doing the board for my second book. Plus I’ve written out a detailed treatise and printed it. This noticeboard contains reference to chart the plot, map out the story and important quotes. This means I always know where I’m up to on the story, and what needs to develop in the characters from point to point. 
This is the system I used for my first book, and I’m sticking with it, if only out of mindless stubbornness. 
I don’t know if this counts as work, but I am rewarding myself with wine.

I’ve spent today doing the board for my second book. Plus I’ve written out a detailed treatise and printed it. This noticeboard contains reference to chart the plot, map out the story and important quotes. This means I always know where I’m up to on the story, and what needs to develop in the characters from point to point. 

This is the system I used for my first book, and I’m sticking with it, if only out of mindless stubbornness. 

I don’t know if this counts as work, but I am rewarding myself with wine.

Apr 24, 2014
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I came home with burdened ribs,
feeling like the world was ending
and I was glad to see it end.

I came home with a heavy heart,
feeling like I was broken
and the hammer blow had been my own.

I came home with a failing brain,
feeling like I might sleep forever
and I need not set an alarm.

But then I saw her smile,
feeling like it was reserved just for me
and I wanted to live to see another.

Just For Me - Chris Lees
Apr 24, 2014
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Even in the weary modern world
when a commute strips your patience
and the weather divides your strength,
there are those whose love shall save us.

When the ordinary terrors of life,
the threat of death within our bones
sets its roots along the family tree,
there are those whose love shall save us.

There are times so unfathomably dark
that we forget the dawn exists at all,
and the pillars of everything we’ve built collapse,
there are those whose love shall save us.

Save Us - Chris Lees
Apr 23, 2014
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Apr 23, 2014
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Apr 23, 2014
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The Sentence - Chris Lees

The Sentence - Chris Lees

Apr 23, 2014
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Three Modern Fairytales - Chris Lees

Three Modern Fairytales - Chris Lees

Apr 23, 2014
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Careless Hearts - Chris Lees

Careless Hearts - Chris Lees

Apr 23, 2014
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New Eels Album Day is my favourite day of the year!

New Eels Album Day is my favourite day of the year!

Apr 22, 2014
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Talking Shit To Our Future - Chris Lees

Talking Shit To Our Future - Chris Lees

Apr 21, 2014
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I’ve Been Reading Those Lies Again - Chris Lees

I’ve Been Reading Those Lies Again - Chris Lees

Apr 21, 2014
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Sandra Wiesmüller. Gone, 2011. I Feel Strange, 2011.

Sandra Wiesmüller. Gone, 2011. I Feel Strange, 2011.

(Source: 6in, via pureoleander)

Apr 20, 2014
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