The Brown Eyed Dreamer

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


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Ramblings

I love how  you speak. Words roll gently out of your mouth and slow dance around our heads like the ripples of firefly ashes that glide from a dying flame. Your voice wraps itself around my mind and lingers long after silence envelopes the spaces between you and I, your lips whispering sweet nothings in my ear. Your words, always the right ones, like you took the time to pick them out for me. before letting them escape your mouth.

It could not be more different from how I speak. My mouth is a babbling brook, words frothing out of my throat and tumbling clumsily through the silence.  They gather like the final wave of the sea, crashing ashore as words slop over each other and muddle together as they spill out of my lips. My chatter cartwheels around your gentle flame in excitable, graceless bounds. Before I can stop them, they plummet from my mouth and pierce through the silence, never the right words, never what I wanted to say.

But your words are there to meet my words, to calm them into a quiet, ebbing shore. Your soft voice is there to lull my nervous high-pitched ramblings into sweet serenity. A few simple words to slow my cluttered mess of a mind, a few of the right words, the best words. Something in the way you speak enchants me, and I’m left mesmerised by the way in which you speak, the beauty that lies in how you talk.


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Tuesday’s Inspiration #7- Donnie Darko

As an avid movie watcher, I have to say the first time I watched Donnie Darko it completely blew my mind. Everything about how the film was captured, how well the music fitted and how brilliant the actors were captured me. This dark, deep film would definitely be one of my favourites. But one of my favourite things about this movie would be how quotable it is; this film is bursting full of ingenious lines, and it is with one of those that I want to inspire you with this week. Think about this quote, one of my favourites in the movie:

‘Every living creature on Earth dies alone.’

I want you to think about this quote, take it apart, analyse it and put it back together. And then I want you to write. Write a short story, poem or monologue either using this quote as the title or as a line within the piece. That is your only rule- you must use the quote. And apologies that this week’s inspiration is a tad more morbid, but everything in life isn’t always happy, and sometimes the most tragic of things can be the most beautiful.

I hope this prompt helps you out, and I would honestly recommend anyone to watch this film as soon as you can. And make sure to leave a comment in the Feedback page on your work or even something about Donnie Darko and I’ll get back to you- I love hearing from you all!

Happy writing!


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People Exist.

It’s a weird feeling, the sudden realisation of the people around you. Not the crowds of emotionless faces you see on streets pushing past other emotionless faces, the lines of impatient frowns waiting for their coffees in a crowded café on a Wednesday afternoon- people. It’s strange to come to the realisation that these aren’t just faces and bodies and obstacles and hold-ups and filled space, these are people. And not just any people, people with a story, just like me yet so unlike me.

It’s strange to think that all around me, there are literally a billion stories going on, a billion paths being walked and uncovered. There are people living and experiencing and journeying in this adventure we call life, and it has nothing to do with me. There’s you, for instance. Right now, you’re reading this post, but afterwards, your life story is going to continue and I’m going to have no idea what will happen next. After I post this, my story will continue, but you’ll have no idea what will happen. We exist in the same universe but never acknowledged each other until right this second, and in a few seconds we could forget that again and carry on existing on our own, forgetting everybody else in an instant.

We’re all pinpricks of light floating through a chasm of darkness, so focused on our own trails we forget to focus on the mosaic of light around us and why it’s there. I always knew there were people around me, but I never thought about the fact that these people lived. That man in front of me at the check-out has friends and family, hopes, dreams, allergies, regrets. That girl who was waiting in the car park across from me has a story I have no idea about that she’s still working out for herself. All these faces I see and forget within moments, that form the backdrop to my life story, those faces have names and emotions and their own stories. And me? I’m just someone else’s background to their great story, another fading star in a sea of dark.


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I Wear My Dreams

I wear my dreams
Around my neck,
So hope lies close to me.
Slim silver chain
Holds silver tower,
And tiny silver key.

Tower talks of tales,
In new lands where
Real towers stand tall.
Key holds the secrets
Of mind’s wishes,
And silver chain holds all.


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Tuesday’s Inspiration #6- The Oh Hello’s

The Oh Hello’s are a band I discovered in November of last year, and I fell in love with them as soon as I heard their song The Truth is a Cave. It inspired me to write a few pieces (and also made me dance around my kitchen like I was doing a tribal ceremony but that is besides the point) so I would like to share it with you guys. You can view it on YouTube here:

As always, I would listen to it first. Just listen. Then write. I hope you all enjoy it, and feel free to share what you write or who your favourite artists are to get creative to!

Happy writing! (Or kitchen dancing. Depending on your preference.)


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Shameless Self Promotion

Hey guys, I pinky swear (with cherries on top!) that I will do this once and once only. My sister and I have started up a YouTube channel where we’ll be posting covers, music videos and other kinds of things. So if you’re in the YouTube region of the internet come check us out, and subscribe if you like!

You can find us at: http://www.youtube.com/user/kezerin1

Thanks guys! ~thebrowneyeddreamer


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Glass Confetti

Am I the only one who daydreams about stepping in the path of a train or a car? Not in a suicidal way, I don’t want to kill myself; I simply have a niggling fascination as to what it would feel like in those few seconds of impact.

I’ve always thought of just stepping forward into nothing, what that would feel like. The car hasn’t hit you yet but you know it’s coming, and in that moment you are absent of any emotion apart from an odd sense of anticipation for what is about to ensue. You don’t have time to move away, to panic, you simply lunge forward into the abyss of the accident, the eye of the hurricane. I wonder would I close my eyes, or would I keep them wide open until the neon glare of car headlights engulfs my entire vision. Or would it be over before I could really decide, and I’d simply fall without realisation of what is happening?

And then it hits you.

I wonder what that would feel like too. Like the pins and needles you get trying to walk on a dead leg? Like suddenly being plunged under an ice cold wave, until your lungs burst from trying to break free from the waters vice-like grip? Like touching fire and only realising a second later, white hot pain that takes a second to register? A force so strong it knocks every ounce of breath out of your body? Or would you feel so much pain it seems you feel nothing at all? You simply hear the screech, the screams, a dull heavy thud somewhere close beside you (did it hit me? Should I not feel that?). There’s only the quiet slam of metal colliding against skin, and the sharp crescendo of shattering bones like glass confetti scattered in the wind.

I wonder if my mind would be able to think, to recall every memory I’ve experienced in a kaleidoscope of images before my eyes. Or would the windscreens, engines and tyres swallow me into darkness and overpower my mind before I could take my next breath? I’d be alive one second, and the next- gone.

I feel crazy for even thinking all of this, to ponder pain with such inquisitive eyes. Mostly I ignore the little voice that calls me in, but still I see the headlights flash, feel the flutter of the air as cars move past, hear the gentle grind of tyres beckon me closer. And I wonder, I wonder, I wonder- what would it be like? I wonder, but I’m not sure I shall ever know.