For Every Man, Woman and Child.

We must pray for Paris, there is no question but we must also pray for Beirut, Baghdad, Syria. We must pray for our world. Through the atrocities all over the globe we see the misguided in our world. I would not proclaim to be religious but to everyone on this earth I emplore you, pray in your own way. Pray in your own way and think of these atrocities, these global atrocities. We are all human, we are all good and bad. We must all learn this and come to learn from the past to ensure a better future.

It all sounds very grand and simple when I state such a solution. I ensure you, whoever you are taking the time to read and think, that I understand how complex these issues are. I’m sure you understand too, at least we all should try to. It is so difficult to grasp the extent of such an extensive situation. It is especially so when trying to understand from somewhere safe, where you haven’t been directly effected. But we must try to understand and through that, good will prevail. Our humanity will overshadow the darkness and education will guide us towards a safer world. An interesting quote which made me think.. “guns may kill terrorists but education kills terrorism”.

For everyone, every man, woman and child on this earth..

Let the flowers protect us, each petal keep us safe.

Let us be free from worry of the dark, each candle shines bright.

To all the people around the globe, I say to you stand tall.

With the same kindness in our souls, the same life in our bodies.

We are one people in one world of hope.

Stand tall as one people!

Stand tall as one world!

Stand tall for hope!

We must learn from each other,

From the past and the present,

So that life lasts forever,

As we all live in Heaven.


A Homage to an Incredible Community.

My writing journey began not so long ago. Although writing from a young ages, sharing the products of hours spent with my pen and paper was something very much limited to my immediate family or possible a close friend. Almost two years ago I struck up a conversation with a friend of a friend, it turned out to be the beginning of a journey which is still continuing today. This friend introduced me to the wonderful world of The Inkwell writing forum. This incredible community of writers covered any genre you can think of. I was a late arrival to what was a vibrant and quirky forum. I began to write poetry on a more regular basis from then on, with inspiration from all the wonderful poets I found on the Inkwell. I published my first piece! Comments made on anything were always helpful and constructive. There was never a bad word said only suggestions and positive feedback. My personal journey on this forum was one full of inspiration and exploration.

The main protagonists of the forum, Silver and Lilith were the life and soul of The Inkwell. Their constant innovative ideas brought the forum to life, even when to numbers of users began to dwindle. Personally, their writing was an equal source of inspiration to their enthusiasm and energy, both within the genre of poetry and beyond. A huge part of life in The Inkwell was the infamous Half Hour Challenge (HHC). I’m sure that this was a huge part to many of the inkwellians around the globe. Another part of the puzzle is the connection the forum has to the online magazine Inkblots and Typing Spots. The excitement when my first piece was published here was phenomenal! It is an online magazine which publishes content from young and aspiring writers from across the globe, in a variety of writing genres and it is fantastic!

So why a homage to this wonderful community? After much consideration and deliberation it was recently decided that the forum will close. The numbers have dwindled too much and the work to keep the site running has become to great a task. It will be such a loss to those who are part of it but at the same time it was a privilege to be a part of. It is where I first christened myself as Ashcloud, the writer and poet. It is a place where so many of us made friends and shared with each other the joy of our own writing. Many debates were had and much fun was had. Thankfully Inkblots and Typing Spots will continue to run but we lose a great ally in The Inkwell. It will close in December but for now we can enjoy it a while longer. Our writing is open to the public to view, there is something for everyone so please feel free to look around the site (click here).

Being first and foremost I wrote a poem to commemorate The Inkwell and all those involved called Farewell to the Inkwell. And I shall leave you with that as my farewell from this post..

Adieu mon ami,
For now it must be
The end, our farewell, our adieu

Adieu mon ami,
Forever we will be,
A team beyond any description.

Adieu mon ami,
Full of fond memories,
Of our friendship and time spent together.

Adieu mon ami,
In our hearts you shall see,
The impression you left through your wisdom.

Farewell to the Inkwell,
You shall be missed dear,
Though your legacy shall continue,
Through the ones you held near.


A Little Life

Another piece of poetry for you.. This one is much more recent than the last poem I posted (Waterworks) I hope that for those who read it, especially those who can really identify that it inspires hope. Hope to continue through the tougher times to reap the benefits of the good.

Little wishes, little lies,
Little sorrows, little joys,
A little part of me wants it to stop,
And let me rest, not a little but a lot.
Let me be away from life,
Let me be away from strife,
My brain says take me from the pain of each day,
But my heart says grant joy to make me stay.


All alone and far away,
Not for long but for today,
Sing to keep the blues away
And try to last another day.

All alone and far away,
Not for long but for today,
Written down for you to pray,
So you can live another day.

All alone and far away,
Not for long but for today,
Three deep breaths so you can say,
I will live another day.



This is a poem I wrote quite some time ago. It is one of my favourite pieces of my own writing to date, so I decided to post it here for those of you eager readers, writers and procrastinators who fancy a quick read! Feel free to be a peeping Tom and have a read. I love to hear interpretations of my poetry.. It proves how everyone takes something completely different from the same piece. Thanks for reading 🙂

It starts as a trickle, deep within the ground,
One day bursting from dark caverns, moaning silent sounds.
The water erodes the toughened ground and carves wrinkles in its face.
Flowing wild, furrowing down, to find a new hiding place.

It gushes down the mountain, with speed and power as a guide.
It begins to slow and mellow coming nearer to the tide.
From waterfall to river, from river to gentle stream,
As quiet as it came to be, the water vanishes under the evening beam.