All entries for February 2011

February 20, 2011

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February 18, 2011

QUIRKY!

I'm quirky. I'm kooky!

I own a moleskin! 

I write poems in FREE VERSE!!!

I like fluffy things like cats!

I mix up UPpeR and LoWEr case!

I drink weird things like Vermouth!

I wear wooly jumpers! I listen to swirly nice ambient music!

I do doodles of things! (cat doodle)

I'm always HappyyyYy!!!



but inside i'm crying.




NOT REALLY!!! :D



QUIRKY

(title at the bottom!!! lol) 


February 17, 2011

A Life So Golden

It's time to say goodbye to this old room.

What joy you leave behind.

What a life you have woven.

As your days transcend I hope you'll meet her again.

Carrying a century.

I've only known the final fifth of your being.

Only heard of your presence in history. 

But what a tale it is. A life so golden.

You say you are proud but it is we who stand in awe.

Content.

Serene.

Always present.

Always in a dream.


February 16, 2011

Remember The River

Remember The River



February 15, 2011

Extradition

Long pause as though the culmination of an argument.

I signed it Whatever it was Then they just let me go

Straight away No punches no chubby hands around my throat.

Then I was out of there None-the-fucking-wiser no.

They kept saying your name it was the only English word.

Lose control for a second They smacked me they beat me hard.

It was the massive one I saw first in that fucking shirt.

There were five of them staring me down like a little rat.

I stumbled around the kitchen looking for an escape

Ran at fatty thought that maybe he’d tip over and fall,

It was like what’s the metaphor? Running into a wall.

Pause. Shift in tone. Contemplative. Solitude, hate, rape.

Nothing is more isolating than to hear a man scream.

But this was fucking, search for words, surrounded seclusion.

Sounds of keys, footsteps, shouting, hands dragging me to my feet.

I thought they were going to kill me, mate, what have you done?


Ode to Daniel Craig

Roger Pierce Timothy and Sir Sean,

Taught me exactly how to live my life.

If only I could say the same for George,

But he was given only bad advice.

The man I really ought to thank is Ian,

He’s the reason that you’re reading this.

Basking in the sunlit Caribbean,

He made that man who likes to kill and kiss.

Gripped by the scent and smoke and sweat,

Dreading the pain of the carpet beater,

Right up until learning the bitch was dead,

My awe was such I can’t commit to meter.

So when you ask me how I want my drink,

I’ll tell you if I choose to give a damn. 


February 13, 2011

The Man With Fire In His Eyes

There is a man with fire in his eyes.

How could anyone be sad when he’s around?

How could anyone despair or even despise?


There is a voice in your head that won’t say yes,

Won’t let you walk without turning around.

But it never seems to see the fire in your eyes.


Look to the sands to the the castles that rise,

Boundless spirits that roar from the ground.

How can you despair or even despise?


So don’t stop to wait or compromise,

Don’t let your thoughts be drowned.

Look to the man with fire in his eyes.


I’ll hear you tell me a thousand why’s,

Take my ear for your stamping ground,

But I won’t despair or even despise.


So throw it to the sands,

Shun that dead sound.

You are the man with the fire in his eyes.


#34

I ought to go to sleep.

The stars are calling out and screaming ‘stay’.

My slumber should be deep.

The cold cool moon is bright this New Year’s day. 


Rebel Without a Point

I stole a book today,

I’m a rebel without a cause.

I haven’t written my essay,

I’m a rebel without a point.

I’m a rebel without a cause.

I’m floating on placid shores.

I’m a rebel without a point.

I’m writing the word anoint.

You see it rhymes with the word above,

Oh, I’m sorry, I digress.

I’ve really broken the rules this time.

I’m a rebel without a point.

I’m sorry, I digress,

I’m only trying to write,

I’m a rebel without a point,

I’m not failing out of spite.


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