Max Fleming, Author at The Orbital

21Jun

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Mummy’s Boys

What really defines a Mummy’s Boy? Reluctantly independent? Stupidly stubborn? The fact that mummy’s opinion trumps everything else? Can these qualities define YOU? The connection between mothers and their sons is possibly the strongest bond there is. So why aren’t all boys Mummy’s Boys? The answer changes from person to person, but the one element that is shared between all Mummy’s Boys is love. Who else are you going to gossip to about your latest love affairs, or run to when the other kids take your football off you at break? Mummy is the one that solves all your issues, whether it be with a hug or with a bowl of your favourite food made with an extra dollop of mummy’s pity. These are the foundations of what it means to be a Mummy’s Boy. If you’ve ever heard any of the following,...

14May

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Creative Writing

The Deafening Sound of Shattered Glass

A single crack would never sound As loud as the others. Drowned Out by the silent pain Oblivious until it happens again. Forced to face The ever-growing pace Of the incoming fractures Caused by the human manufactures Of the heart Would one ever restart The journey that started the shattering Filled with constant flattering Or possibly fuller of lies Trying until one dies Because of the lack of love Like an unfilled glove Waiting for the perfect hand To fill it tightly. Planned To be a perfect match But a shattered heart has no match Just a scratch Left by those who dropped it Outcast like some odd misfit Left alone. How could I have known How painful a thousand shards Of...

14May

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Creative Writing

Overlapping Pillows

Mines thinner and softer Yours fuller and plusher Overlapping on the sides Making the perfect pillow mix To rest our heads As we hold each other In the dark silence Hot under the covers Laying in each other’s jumpers Unnecessarily warm but So necessarily comforted Our breath meets On the perfect pillow blend Twirling and dancing With each other Whilst we dream of one another Fantasising about love That we both so crave Never wanting to let go In case we can’t find each other Again. Left isolated in the midnight Lost without the other Forever seeking For someone that was never there How can pillows overlap If it is just my pillow on the bed? Photo by the blowup on ...

Made out to be the villain for so long I’ve grown horns

14May

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Made out to be the villain for so long I’ve grown horns

I treat everyone fair But they don’t care About me Only them Only their heart Not mine Which grows Darker Day by day Searching for another To replace it Its black vile Like an infected Coat of armour Covering the red The pink love Which is rapidly turning Black No light can Enter No light ever will Closed off Forever. It’s safer that way. If no one wants Heaven Then they must Be faced with Hell Met not with Fire But with darkness A Hellhole Of Silence A chasm of Emptiness A forgotten city Evacuated because It was Destroyed Lead us not into temptation But deliver us from evil The evil That...

14May

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Creative Writing

It’s great to be famous

It’s great to be famous, Or so it seems. “Hi how are you?” “Aren’t you” Yes. Yes, I am. “Nice to meet you” “Do you know” Yes. Yes, I do. “My name’s” “Didn’t you and” No. That we never did. It never got to that point. Photo by Fardad sepandar on Unsplash

I let one go to catch another, but that one left too.

14May

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I let one go to catch another, but that one left too.

I’ve searched for too long To find someone like you But when I finally find you You scamper away I’ve only just put myself back together from that last Shattering. My heart, Left in a thousand pieces. And now, Again. A thousand and one. And so the number grows. When will it get smaller? Please will someone put me back together? Photo by Toa Heftiba on Unsplash

14May

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I just wanted to love You

To my friend, Please don’t be angry with me. I tried my best to love, But I am still too broken to work I wanted nothing more Than to be all yours and yours only To stand next to you And for you to call me yours, but I don’t belong to myself And so how can I be yours? I don’t want to leave You hanging in the blue unknown So I had to say goodbye And try and fix myself with my Broken tools. Maybe You had the remedy that would Fix me. Don’t hate me, I just wanted to love You. Photo by Towfiqu barbhuiya on Unsplash

14May

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Creative Writing

Hold me / An Ode to the Boy I loved

How perfect you were For me to be yours All accept your Love for me. For there was none. None that I could see, In your glistening brown eyes Darker than the oak trees. Your beautiful soft hair, So boringly brown. Yet, utterly perfect. I may not be yours But I certainly was For that second that you Made me feel special, Made me feel wanted. Photo by takwa abdo on Unsplash

14May

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Heroine

I tie the band and Pick up the needle. It’s cold metal digs deep Into my flesh, The icy poison seeps Into my bones. Filling me with false hope, False love. But I can’t take the band off For you wrapped it too tight Around my heart, And left with the needle Still digging into me. The pain growing greater Without you to take it out. Love was never supposed to hurt this much. Photo by Mykenzie Johnson on Unsplash

14May

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Creative Writing

Chest Pains

You bring me Hope You bring me Joy But you bring me Pain. A Pain so great It’s like an anvil An immovable object Taking its retirement On my chest You can’t see It But I can definitely feel It Weighing down on me It’s so easy for You To take off But impossible For me to Lift It My breath feels heavier The weight pushing Down on my air But You breath so easy Naïve to the Pain My Pain that You cause Lift It Please. Photo by Akshar Dave🌻 on Unsplash