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
Monday, 29 June 2009
Summer Rain
It was a warm, still night and barely a sound could be heard as a lone figure passed through bushes and between the delicately extended branches. It was Summer - a true Summer - and the air was thick with a heady cocktail of the local flora. Padding lightly on the mossy undergrowth the figure weaved in and out of the trees and foliage without a sound. A thunderstorm was building; if he stopped and sensed it this one could feel the impending energy building in the air around him. While he knew it was not wise to be out in the wood before a storm of this kind, the man was inexorably drawn towards the lake by the eminating glow of the full moon on it's surface. He gravitated towards a favourite spot, under a huge old willow tree near the water's edge. He felt emancipated here.
A fork of lightening lit the clearing, momentarily illuminating his jagged, weathered face. He counted under his breath until he heard the great rumble from the heavens: "One, Two, Three..." he whispered before thunder finally shook the air.
"Close now, huh?" said a voice from behind him.
The man jumped up and stumbled backwards, nearly toppling into the water. "Shian you scared me! What are you doing here, you know you shouldn't be out!"
"Easy... I just came to make sure you're okay. You are okay, right?"
"Yeah- yeah I'm fine... You just startled me."
"Sorry, I just..."
"Its alright. Here, sit down. It should start any-"
There was a brief pause where silence hung in the air in anticipation, before the first few raindrops began pattering on the leaves and then the surface of the water beside them.
"- there."
"How did you..?"
He smiled. A soft, knowing, playful smile.
Shian closed her eyes and put her head back, letting the summer rain fall on her face, chest and all around her. The past few weeks had not been easy for any of them, let alone her. Dak could cope, he always did. He found his own ways...usually by retreating to the lake, or forest, and occasionally disappearing for longer periods on his 'walkabouts'. Unfortunately this was not a privelage Shian could afford. Not now, not any more.
A fork of lightening lit the clearing, momentarily illuminating his jagged, weathered face. He counted under his breath until he heard the great rumble from the heavens: "One, Two, Three..." he whispered before thunder finally shook the air.
"Close now, huh?" said a voice from behind him.
The man jumped up and stumbled backwards, nearly toppling into the water. "Shian you scared me! What are you doing here, you know you shouldn't be out!"
"Easy... I just came to make sure you're okay. You are okay, right?"
"Yeah- yeah I'm fine... You just startled me."
"Sorry, I just..."
"Its alright. Here, sit down. It should start any-"
There was a brief pause where silence hung in the air in anticipation, before the first few raindrops began pattering on the leaves and then the surface of the water beside them.
"- there."
"How did you..?"
He smiled. A soft, knowing, playful smile.
Shian closed her eyes and put her head back, letting the summer rain fall on her face, chest and all around her. The past few weeks had not been easy for any of them, let alone her. Dak could cope, he always did. He found his own ways...usually by retreating to the lake, or forest, and occasionally disappearing for longer periods on his 'walkabouts'. Unfortunately this was not a privelage Shian could afford. Not now, not any more.
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