Biography of Eris Watson
I don't normally write poems. I do it as a thought process or a way of managing things. Ordering words like numbers can help because emotions don't normally fit into boxes, but here is a zoo for them.
I do write other things, often short stories and longer ones, I've had two failed attempts at novels and now i'm writing a script which is better than anything else I've written.
I also write for a school newspaper. I'm writing an article about the Holocaust which i want to send somewhere big to make people listen to it.
Eris Watson's Works:
I haven't got any but feel welcome to rate my abilities to write as a 14 year old at drcropcircles.livejournal.com. I will eventually publish Wired, my script, online, once i have written and copyrighted it.
Eris Watson Poems
Friend 1: I’m lost, you know, sometimes. Sometimes I wrap myself up in me and hide. I fly, but inside. And
Look at the actor. Spreading his arms like wings, As if trying to fly Over the heads of his audience,
Valentine's Poem No.2
Like butterfly’s wings, I cannot be touched. For skin against skin and overwhelming brush
Valentine’s Poem No.1
When you spoke, there was not enough. Your hands moved through the air like a bird,
Figures of flawless grey bent against the wind. Filled with empty up to the brim.
Moribund day. Sun dies and moon inherits the sky behind. A plane interrupts
I want the misty mountains. Not like they are now, But how They were a year or so ago.
I want the misty mountains.
Not like they are now,
They were a year or so ago.
In my head,
I’m building them like a tower of cards.
I want them just as they were
In those few hours;
Use the desk lamp to make a summer’s day.