Blogging Break?

Hopefully not forever.

While I have enjoyed the challenge of writing and posting something every week and found it helpful to my work, I feel like I may need to slow the posts down a bit. Currently I am working through my summer, about to move house for my second year of uni and trying to finish off work that can hopefully be published or entered into competitions. 

I really do love blogging, and I do intend to continue sharing craft posts and opinion blogs. However it turns out that to enter my short stories and poems into competitions they need to be unpublished and technically if I've posted them to my personal blog they count as published. 

Maybe if I find I have the time and the ideas and the drive to write multiple short pieces a week I will be able to continue posting them on here, but for now I can't promise weekly updates. Sorry to give up so soon on something I do really care about, but I will still be writing, and this is just a little hiccup I need to work around. 

Flat Hunting

I forgot to brush my teeth this morning.
And yesterday.
And probably the day before that but -
I forget what day that was?

Emails come before lunch,
today's house special is a tasty studio.
rich quality - meaning out of my price range.
Tasteful - meaning in the middle of nowhere.
But it has a private garden?

But happily enough I feel like an adult to have
no lunch break - only more work
no money though I spend all my time earning
and no sleep/rest/end in sight of this all consuming life that they told us we should dread.

*** An answer to why I haven't been posting regularly, apologies. But hopefully this stress may be over soon and I can return to writing once again!

Holding Words.

Even -
your temper.
Bite down on your chewed tongue.

It should be easy by now.
Silence is second nature.
Losing is routine.
I am passive to survive.

Whatever I carelessly throw out -
is returned and doubled.

A small grumble,
a snapped retort,
a thoughtless roar.

Soon stretches out into a day of
grey skies and thunder -
dodging the lightning and praying for brief sun.

I am good at holding words.
Rolling them around until they taste right.

I can close my palms around all the ones I want to say -
and squeeze them lightly,
until they are subdued.

I am good at holding words.