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.
Figures of flawless grey
bent against the wind.
Filled with empty
up to the brim.
with vacant void.
Grey even creeps into sunlight.
They've had it up to here.
Nothing is truly black,