Demelza Monk
UK student. I mainly write short stories and poems and dream of being a professional writer/illustrator.
I have decided to love boldly Love like the kid who fell in love with every leaf on the ground Who could not pass a pinecone without stopping to inspect Each petal of wood With focused devotion
I read Howl at least once a day before I found out Ginsberg had paedophilic tendencies And the ambrosia of that first poem that touched this soul took on a sourness like milk on the turn But how c...
I sweep the cobwebs from my skull and find only A full stop . in the middle of a blank page
There are references to the new Star Wars movie everywhere I go and they choke me because we saw it twice in two days We hate-watched the prequels together and now jar jar binks makes me cry That w...
When the little brick building was young, they painted a red panel on his face and named him 'Post Office'. His purpose in life was to collect people's words and deliver them to those they were in...
Gabriel was getting along quite nicely down here. He'd nested in a cramped flat above the local book shop, filled it with as many colourful cushions and throws as he could fit until every white spa...
The silent majority are not silent by choice
The sinews in my chest got trapped in the wheels of a train Clackety-clack my ribs are stretched from Penzance to Paddington My body's trampled into the tracks and I spew out petroleum that tastes...
I want to tear myself apart like wallpaper Just to hold out my arms and shout to the great white buildings 'Now look what you've made me go and do.' I hope you're ashamed of yourself Making young...
Gabriel /adored/ books. Literature, he frequently pondered to one bemused customer or another, was the finest proof that the most beautiful of creations are those made not by the hand of the creato...
Two months away there is a blank space in the shape of a dorm room I have only seen in clean, empty advertisements Two months away I am surrounded by blank faces I can't fill in because I haven't m...
Cornwall: the manky toe England hopes will fall off if she ignores it long enough Wraps a rubber band around the Tamar, cutting off the blood supply until it falls away into the sea, And yet, Hold...
Trust me, You said
'You're always the teacher,' Jamie whined, 'I want to be the teacher!' Sam jutted her bottom lip and glared at him with a will in her eyes that could level a small city. 'Well you can't,' Sam had...
A pair of old eyes Gaze out to sea A bearded Rapunzel Who longs to be free But all that he loves Is now lost to the deep He has No place On the land His heart’s cut in half, One half’s in the wa...
The rain was pounding the pavement relentlessly as the small boy first set foot in the shelter of the junk shop. He waved his hand to clear the cloud of cigar smoke and dust that engulfed him as he...
Sitting, watching, staring At the piano in the corner Shining like a lake at dawn Keys glinting under artificial light I yearn to play To let my fingers dance Up and down the keyboard I cannot resi...
Once upon a time, there lived a little girl called Liza. She lived with her grandma in a small wooden hut right on the coast of Madagascar, so close to the shimmering ocean that when the tide was ...
Long ago, in the depths of the North there was a tiny village nestled in the arms of a dark forest. This village was known as Moderlös and consisted of a circle of deer-skin tents around a big wood...
