Lemon, Lemon leave me be your yellow stare is hurting me.
I don’t want lemonade today, so leave this place and go away
I’ve been trying things to keep me sweeter, smiling more and knitting sweaters
But Lemon, Lemon still remains trashing my efforts with rotten stains.

I went outside into the rain, to combat this torrential pain
the sickly zest sticks to my toes the rotten smell right up my nose
Lemon, Lemon laughs at me and slightly squeezes gently, on his left breast
he smiles and sprays a very bitter mist of haze
my eyes are read and flowing free.
Lemon, Lemon leave me be

A month has past, the sun now shines and I don’t have a clue of time
the thirst is here, these lips they crack.
yet Lemon, Lemon refrains from attack.
It’s like he knows; I need him now! that sickly sweet delicious vow, that I will crack him open soon
drink him whole and bring his doom.

via Daily Prompt: Bitter


love does not begin on a sunday
it begins in the days you miss
ones forgotten or left behind,
a smile missed as life is too busy yet
to ask, you would answer all is good.

love does not tell you it loves you
it hides away on its own, in a press
de-lightfuly happy to see progress, with
mischievous comments to let on the truth
to ask, it would answer all is good

love does not turn to hate
rather misunderstanding of events
to call on oneself to debate
if your feelings were once so great
then let them lay to rest
prepare a clean slate

love does not begin on a sunday
it begins in the days you miss
and missing is all you can do
to remind love of his bliss

Anatomy of a soul.

Today’s feature is something quite topical and not my usual shtick of some average poetry written in passion and whimsy. Today’s topic is about death well not death itself but dying repeatedly, a facet I have come to terms with as a usual occurrence. I myself am not dying but my avatar named Gonzo 2 (his name a totally different story) is constantly in his quest to kindle a fire or something. Yes my friend this post is about Dark Souls 3: The Fire Fades Edition.


Death comes time and time again in the world of Dark Souls sometimes it is actually a gift ( thanks Buffy 😉 ). Yet every time I am bested by the deadly beasts like this one: (he has killed me many a time)Oh no

I feel compelled to get back up, conserve my estus flasks. Return to said monster and literally wail on him till he bursts into a cloud of death. For this is the core of Dark Souls you are gonna get beat many a time but it is how you return that defines you. For this instance I returned with a summon and a bag full of firebombs (I really just can’t deal with mimics).

When you finally conquer a boss after he has killed you over and over again, nothing is sweeter you feel like a true Lord of Cinder. However comfort is fleeting as before you know it you are getting put back in your shoes by the common enemy of the next area. If you are a first time player and don’t run through the catacombs screaming and praying for a bonfire around the corner are you even playing the game right?

Ashen One and friends.

My current character in game looks like the human equivalent of Aldrich a pile of sludge this is because I trusted an npc to give me free levels and in-turn Gonzo 2 contracted the undead curse and has proceeded to hollow to level 99 (thats not good). Thats enough about him he’s not interesting he cannot talk. The npc’s and quest lines of Dark Souls 3 are if you ask me stellar. I felt genuine anguish at informing one ( won’t spoil) that his friend had well ,rotted away in a body bag (okay small spoilers). Its moments like these that make battling the grotesque barrage of monsters worth it, except Patches fuck Patches. If you are looking for a linear story Dark Souls is not for you each and every encounter can be missed ( although the game is designed that you most likely will come across each one). Nothing is laid out for the player, options will not inform you of their outcomes good or bad. It makes for a genuine journey where if you don’t interact with Npc’s and plough through the game then you are going to miss their stories by not talking to them and revisiting them on your journey something I feel is a great addition to the Souls franchise. Nothing in the game tells you how to progress which I feel makes the experience genuine as your character is meant to be clueless he just got out of his grave.


The future is certain, I will continue my playthrough of Dark Souls 3 and I’m going to be punished time and time again. I will prevail as even though I am mediocre at playing video games it is the atmosphere and sheer attention to detail the game emits that brings me back for more. The game is like a great book, takes time to read buts entirely worth it for the journey.

This has been Anatomy of a Soul. Who knows as I continue my journey I may pop back and add some more information of my feelings towards this game.

YesterTommy 1

Recently I came across an old notebook that I used to write in. And have came across a few pieces of writing, albeit not very thought-out they interest me as I was such a different person back then and have experienced so much since.

So to give yestertommy a bit of attention I have decided to post some of these writings every now and then. They are quite short and here is the first!

“We are strangers now the mystery’s been reclaimed. No matter how hard we try, it will never be the same. Time has come and gone melted in the snow, I have outgrown you now what is there to do.

We were not together, we were not apart. It’s just my delusion that kept you in my heart.”

Quite interesting piece into my past there make of it what you will, I never reveal my secrets I like to think the words tell them for me.

The Woman.

She sits and smiles and asks you who you are. For a price a hefty fee she will listen to your qualms and give advice on how to cope with it all.

Friendly and inviting subjecting you to those memories, that  you wished to keep in the dark. Provoking words that have helped you interact with those you no longer feel loyalty too yet must continue.

4 books have been purchased and more money has been spent on oneself. Is it because of the woman? Has she brought you self worth.

April the 15th 2017, was the first day I took something for myself solely for me. Not for appearance or joy but for the mind and health. My views have been magnified and my logic increased, I now know more of who I am (and who I appear to try to be).

All due to

The Woman.



He stepped outside once more.

Lots lots lots

Ice cream cars?
Children politicians?
Flightless planes?
Tasty black liquorice!!
Safety without numbers,
Silent noise
that women with 6 arms and 25 years young with no mortgage and something called a flumpaxked

look up sky green
something strange


shut up jonathan there’s nothing parallel about this universe must be an entirely different one like a 45 degree universe or something