Another Vlog - Why 80s Doctor Who is Brilliant (More or Less, I Get Rather Side-Tracked)

Basically an excuse to slur Fern Britton...

[NOTE: Where the Caption Says 'Well Of 'Em', it is actually supposed to say 'Well One Of 'Em', I think. Just so you know. Yes. I fail at life. I know!]

The Pain I Feel Makes Me Love You Even More (You Be The Rose, I'll Be The Shade) - A Poem

Sprawled out in the sun

Like a pretty little coffin

(With dainty purple roses

Painted on the sides),

You wait for me to dig a hole

Six foot deep and six foot wide,

Where we can lie forever -

As the rest of the world goes by.

But my fingers can't grace

Your furnished, well-kept surface -

Death just out of reach,

My willing burial denied.

I ache from trying to touch you -

A futile attempt at an impossible connection.

And yet somewhere in this shade of grey,

Must lurk an answer to my pain.

Indeed, I shan't rest until I've stolen

All the colour from your eyes,

Like you stole the love from my heart.

I can't let you go alone -

To lie, solitary, my Purple Rose,

Without this Black Shade to veil you.

And I can't let you make me cry,

Because beneath my make-up

Is nothing, nothing at all.

There's only one way

To drive this Shadow from my soul -

Me and you together,

Buried, and whole.

© Copyright Cory Eadson, 2012 

Scarred But Still Standing - A Poem

"Scarred But Still Standing" has pretty much become a motto for me. It's a way of saying, "Yes, I've suffered, but I'm still here. I haven't given up. I'm still alive, against all odds!".

Twisting, writhing rage

Burns like acid through it's veins,

And a stabbing agony in it's heart,

Gets worse each passing day.

Ev'ry insult taken,

Stings deep down inside.

Ev'ry kick or punch,

Brings bitter tears to its' eyes.

Born in cold October,

Destroyed, age 13 onwards.

Reborn five years later,
As a heartless, damaged monster.

Black becomes it's symbol,

'Evil' – an adopted name.

Never forgetting those who caused

Such thoughtless, searing pain.

But Time has healed much,

A new Era can begin.

I can smile once again:

“Scarred, but still standing.”

© Copyright Cory Eadson, 2012

Dark Things 1 - A Poem

Just a little work-in-progress...Let me know what you think. Always after critique!

Dark Things 1

Lying on a bed of black roses,

Arms crossed,

And pennies over my eyes,

I wait.

Wait for the pumpkin sun

To fade behind the skull moon.

Shadows grow longer

(Like the ones inside my mind)

And stretch to nothing -

Swallowed, eventually,

By the impenetrable darkness.

The Darkness, my one true friend -

Hiding, in that fathomless black,

All manner of secrets,

All manner of Things.

Things that creep around my bed,

Lurk in my closet,

Writhe in the furthest recesses of my mind...

Maybe They know

That we are the same.

Maybe They sense

That I am unafraid.

An abrupt stinging pain in my heart

Suddenly grows more fierce -

Like a talon squeezing

All the life out of me,

And In my agony, I am forced to wonder:

Do They want me to join them?

 ©
Copyright: Cory Eadson, 2012