Saturday 3 October 2009
Friday 2 October 2009
Break from Summer Chaos
Well I dont really have the time
But today I'm creating the space
I'm feeling the need to write-
The application form can wait.
I'm half writing lyrics,
Half writing a song;
There's no music to write to,
No humming along.
But soon I'll be writing,
No worries, no doubt,
Perhaps even music,
What's that all about?!
But for now, this short poem,
Just words on a page...
Not wise, or exciting
And vacant of rage.
That will surely come later though,
I hope, any rate.
Its good for the soul,
No need to debate.
Rage can sometimes be good,
Just dont hesitate.
Its only frustration -
To be put to good use.
Why have an arrow,
With no-where to shoot?
So aim true, aim sure,
And aim fair to boot.
That's it for now,
And I'm back in the room...
Life crashes back in with the cutting of grass.
Application form next- not least and not last.
But today I'm creating the space
I'm feeling the need to write-
The application form can wait.
I'm half writing lyrics,
Half writing a song;
There's no music to write to,
No humming along.
But soon I'll be writing,
No worries, no doubt,
Perhaps even music,
What's that all about?!
But for now, this short poem,
Just words on a page...
Not wise, or exciting
And vacant of rage.
That will surely come later though,
I hope, any rate.
Its good for the soul,
No need to debate.
Rage can sometimes be good,
Just dont hesitate.
Its only frustration -
To be put to good use.
Why have an arrow,
With no-where to shoot?
So aim true, aim sure,
And aim fair to boot.
That's it for now,
And I'm back in the room...
Life crashes back in with the cutting of grass.
Application form next- not least and not last.
Wednesday 23 September 2009
wistful kitty
I thought it was about time to put some pictures up. Mainly because I'm ebarrassed about what I wrote and I want it to move down the page!
This is a picture of my Uncle's cat, taken last Christmas, from outside in the snow, while she was stuck inside.
Saturday 25 July 2009
Right- feet first, its the only way!!
Subject: All the sugar was at the bottom...
...so I poured mine into yours and now I'm drinking that too. I love you. I did say that didn't I? Because somehow you seemed to miss it. Or maybe it's just too soon? I should probably be writing this not sending it - and I would if I was at home - but I'm not. I'm sat here, in your greying tux shirt (again) crying alone and stroking the keys with my fingertips, which only makes me cry more. I don't even know why I'm crying, but I know it's for you. (I just checked your iTunes and I'm listening to The Strokes!) I'm not crying any more, I'm smiling to myself and wondering if you can save messages as drafts on this thing [facebook] because I really don't know if I want to send it! But I probably should. If I listened to Reverend and the Makers, I'd just be like everybody else... But I'm not like everyone else; I'm like me. Strange and complicated and still smiling :) I'm hoping you are too. Because I love you x
- 1/1/09
...so I poured mine into yours and now I'm drinking that too. I love you. I did say that didn't I? Because somehow you seemed to miss it. Or maybe it's just too soon? I should probably be writing this not sending it - and I would if I was at home - but I'm not. I'm sat here, in your greying tux shirt (again) crying alone and stroking the keys with my fingertips, which only makes me cry more. I don't even know why I'm crying, but I know it's for you. (I just checked your iTunes and I'm listening to The Strokes!) I'm not crying any more, I'm smiling to myself and wondering if you can save messages as drafts on this thing [facebook] because I really don't know if I want to send it! But I probably should. If I listened to Reverend and the Makers, I'd just be like everybody else... But I'm not like everyone else; I'm like me. Strange and complicated and still smiling :) I'm hoping you are too. Because I love you x
- 1/1/09
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