The Brown Eyed Dreamer

'Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.' William Wordsworth


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Tuesday’s Inspiration #3- Dustin O’Halloran

This is a breathtaking song composed by Dustin O’Halloran which is one of my favourites for writing. It was in fact this song that inspired me to write my post Silhouettes, and in turn I want to give you this song to inspire my fellow writers!

To gain the best effect, I’d suggest finding somewhere quiet and secluded to listen to this song. Plug in headphones, turn on HD, close your eyes and press play. The first way through, I don’t want you to do anything except listen to the music. Breathe in every chord, and once it is over, if you wish, repeat the process. Once you feel you are ready, grab a sheet and a pencil, and replay the song. Once it begins, I want you to take it in again, but this time write everything that comes to mind as it plays. Let your thoughts and feelings splash onto the page as the music washes over you. Replay it as many times as you want, and fill your page with every idea that springs to mind.

Once that is over, you can choose what you want from the notes you’ve made from the page, and you can create something. I’m sure your pieces will be as stunning as the music that flooded through your ears, and I can’t wait to see what you all come up with. Happy writing!


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Of Yesterday

Of yesterday I’ll remember,
The sharp brightness of February’s sun,
Cold air that cloaked two figures side-by-side,
Hands brushing like the whisper of the wind.
I’ll remember the hushed whir of a projector,
Shoulders touching gently in the dark,
Silent anticipation held in fleeting glances
And the fumbling of fingers on laps.
The sound of laughter will echo in my mind,
Of teasing, play-fighting and stupid faces,
And your eyes, your eyes bright in the sunlight,
Will remain long after memory fades.
I’ll remember a train ride home,
The sky fading to an inky shadow that cloaks
The world surrounding as fast as the cold,
Day fading slowly as shadows crawl in.
An arm relaxed around my shoulders,
Fingers braiding and unbraiding themselves,
In hands I had not known before,
And a soft, comforting voice beside me.
But most of all I’ll remember the moonlight,
The gentle creak of rusted swings in the breeze,
And your lips, your lips a breath from mine,
Then no distance left between.


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Tuesday’s Inspiration #2- Adventure Afoot!

'And here the path ended, and their journey began.'

‘And here the path ended, and their journey began.’

This week’s prompt is all about adventuring. Use this line in a poem or postcard story (up to 150 words maximum) to inspire yourself. Who is on the path? What are they leaving behind? And more importantly, what are they heading towards? Be sure to link me to your work via comments or the Feedback page- happy writing!


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Valentine

I don’t understand how anyone could hate Valentine’s day, because once you peel back the plastic, fake exterior of heart-shaped balloons, chocolate and material roses, you see the small sliver of what the day is all about- love. Pure, simple, love.

It blows my mind to think of how many people found love today, whether greeting it as a tentative stranger or welcoming it like an old friend. The many people who let the weight finally fall off their shoulders and confessed their feelings, letting emotion tumble clumsily out of them and into somebody else.

Think of the amount of fluttering butterflies, hammering hearts and shaking sweaty palms. The amount of pens poised above paper, fingers hovering over keys and lips parted ready to speak. The amount of people who took the plunge into the ice cold deep, and were forced to wait a shattering few seconds for a reply.

‘I feel the same.’

The amount of breaths released like balloons to the sky, eyes lit up like lanterns and smile dancing across faces. The amount of people whose lips slowly met another’s in a moment of pure, honest love, as a thousand sparks exploded and cascaded around their heads and raced to the ceiling above their heads.

The amount of fingers intertwined and hands gently brushing. The amount of blushes, stumbles, stutters, giggles, smiles. The amount of confessions released and stories began. Heart-wrenching, raw, beautiful, entwined in a single touch, smile and word passed between smiling lips- love. That is why I love Valentine’s Day.


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Tuesday’s Inspiration #1- Valentine’s Day

With Valentine’s being just around the corner, I thought we’d start Tuesday’s Inspiration with a nice little theme- love. Now I know a lot of people absolutely detest Valentine’s Day, and I can understand that, so this prompt is not just surrounding Valentine’s, simply love in general. This week’s prompt is also inspired by an article I read a few weeks ago, where small children were made to describe what they think love is (you can read the article here).
I loved the sweet simplicity of the children, yet how innovative and deep their ideas were. And so I ask you to answer this question for me-
What is love?
What comes to mind when you think of love.? Write a short story or a poem showing what you believe love is, whereas it’s hope, pain, sorrow or sadness. Whether you’re spending Valentine’s with your husband, wife, boyfriend, girlfriend or a room full of scruffy yet adorable stray cats, I think this is a great activity to write about. So much has been written about love, but what’s your take on it? Make it original, make it yours!
Happy writing!


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Longing of Escaping

I want to read,
Slip from library corners into pools of words,
Feel adventure flood my veins,
As dog-eared, leafed through pages,
Gently beckon me in.

I want to run,
Stopping when paths end and breath falls short,
Exist only as a thudding heartbeat,
The breath of a ragged sigh,
And raindrops dancing off skin.

I want to sleep,
Fall through the arch of eyelids fluttering closed,
Watch as time ticks slow,
Dreams bursting in blooms of light,
Casting shadows on a cold, cluttered mind.


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The Curious Ones

I have a love for the curious ones in this life. I find the world a fascinating place full of mystery and adventure just waiting to be uncovered and explored, and finding someone who sees the world in that same way is an amazing thing to me. I love people who question the world and how it works, people who are keen to learn and explore and experience. I love people who reach out in the dark and grasp at the unknown, ready to face whatever they find. I love the glint in their eyes which are always moving to and fro, taking in every nook, cranny and crevice; I love how a question is always on the tip of their tongue, lips curled into an awestruck gentle smile. I love their giddy excitement for new things, their eagerness to try something new and relish in change. I love how they view the world around them with such questioning eyes and the more I grow to know them, the more I begin to see the world in the curiously intricate way they do. I soon fall in love with their world, and in a little way, with them too.