January 2012
20 posts
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It annoys me...
When people say “not funny” after a bad joke(I understand why you’d say it after something offensive). You notice if people don’t find a joke funny, to point it out has no purpose other than making the person feel worse.
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I do love the city
An accidental symphony,
A concrete lullaby,
A city’s celestial glow
Plays with the midnight sky.
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A drainpipe of poetry,
An onslaught of emotions
Ordered into words,
and lines
And accessible thoughts,
Feelings transplanted from poet to paper
To a stranger’s heart.
Drainpipes block when they’re too full,
Brimming with ideas that never reach the page,
They grow moth-eaten in the mind.
But sometimes there is nothing there,
No pleasure or pain,
Only dry and derelict words.
Not writer’s...
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It’s like
My eyes blind me,
I’m
A shepherd that is lead
By the sheep,
I know
It’s wrong.
It’s as if these
Words
Are Instant “Coffee”
Quick, but only half of what
It should be.
It’s as if the ink doesn’t stick
As if the
Page
Is
Still
Blank.
(I’m using an old poem to reflect my current feelings- even thought I still enjoy writing poetry, it feels as if they’re not...
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“In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under...”
– from Invictus, by William Ernest Henley
Yes, the film Invictus gets its title from this. (Not sarcastic)
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Waiting
A bubble of emotions,
Blocking the world out,
Just unanswered echoes
And reverberating doubt.
The sun burns,
A flaming flower-kite,
But it can’t stop the tears
That I am forced to fight.
One step closer,
One more fear,
A crescendo of anxiety
That masks the hope that’s near.
Floating through corridors,
Hemmed in by each wall,
Running to the waiting-room
That makes the...
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Will I ever finish a poem?
Island on my horizon,
My land across the sea,
The clouds surround you,
And your face is hidden from me.
So many times in my life,
I’ve tried to lift the veil.
Each time I end up
Shipwrecked before I sail.
Island on my horizon,
Why plot another course?
What if I provoke
Reality’s divorce?
Dreams on my horizon,
Echoes of love in my mind,
Why run fast after them
And leave the truth behind?
How can...
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Yet another poem I can't finish
Everything’s been felt.
Every tear, every reaction,
Every cauldron of emotion that boils over in our minds.
And every feeling hits us, as rhythmic as time,
Skimming like stones
Until the water-wall gives way,
Until, one day, we change.
But if someone, some time,
Has felt and changed like me,
Are all my words clichéd?
(The answer’s no, but I don’t have a clue how to finish this off....
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Just a light-hearted thought about murder...
Why is a sentence for attempted murder less than that of murder? Say a man with a knife lunges at a victim’s heart, shouting that he’s trying to kill him, but the knife is pushed away and hits the shoulder. It’s only because the victim defends himself that the attacker guilty of attempted murder rather than murder. The attacker’s intent hasn’t changed.\If we consider...
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Today
I brew the poison that I am forced to drink,
I am the unease that stalks the way I think.
I am the symptom, I am the infection,
I am the pathogen of my heart’s defection.
I am the shrapnel from the last battle that I fought,
The years pass, unlike the pain that penetrates each thought.
Today I take the tumour that grows inside my soul
Today I take the steps that make my being whole.
I will finish this soon...
I’ve seen the diamonds, and yet my eyes are drawn,
To the volcanic velvet of the melting clouds at dawn
The Margaret Thatcher film, The Iron Lady, has...
lowqu0tations:
time-lord-swag:
It is unsuitable for miners.
Yes ;)
Babes of the BNP →
niawebb:
yjhp:
fasterthantheworld:
No words..
Absolute retards. It’s people like them as to why others are so apathetic in Politics!
Hahaha, good gracious! It must be some kind of joke.
December 2011
10 posts
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We spend so much of our time in the fiction of...
Isn’t it ironic that we enhance our life by escaping from it? That’s not necessarily a bad thing ( I still hope to be a (failed) author), but it’s something that’s really hard to understand…
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Husband-beater (possibly incomplete poem)
I made my wedding vows- for better or for worse,
But If I don’t run, my wife will drive my hearse.
How can I say “She loves me, she loves me not”?
When I see the answer before her warning shot.
I fall onto one knee, and she kicks me to the floor
My love becomes a burden, a pain I can’t ignore.
Her anger is rose-red, each nail a sharpened thorn,
Paralysed by sadness, my skin and heart are torn.
My...
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I’m getting a little excited about doing some dub poetry videos. I’ve already starting them. (Yes, it could turn out to be a massive fail, but people get filmed doing worse)
November 2011
17 posts
Dub poetry
I like writing poetry. I like playing music. (Not very well but, that’s not the point)
Maybe I should try dub poetry?
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Ode to rhizobium (revision poem)
Oh, Rhizobium,
How I am fixated in thy anaerobic presence!
Like dinitrogen I am transformed.
Amonia springs from thee,
N and H3 joined in thy union.
Thou burrowest into my heart
As if it were a legume,
Growing a nodule in the root hairs of my soul.
How clovers, peas and even vetch
Seduce thee with their chemical love.
Thou gainest thy sweetness from a phloem,
That thou spurrest with...
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I've been talking a lot about male domestic...
So I’m to keep quiet for it! Yes, I’m going to do a sponsored silence to raise money for either Mankind, the leading UK charity for supporting victims of male domestic abuse, or Men’s Action Line, a helpline for men affected by domestic abuse. The silence would be symbolic of both society’s silence about the domestic abuse of men, despite 40% of the victims being male, and...
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The words were warning shots, but they hurt so much,
So much they turned my face into a white flag.
I was confused before you hit me,
Confused that from my angel came the fire,
From Cupid the poison,
Confused as white became black.
The black which took my eyes then took my soul.
Too weak? Or too strong to fight back?
I think that I was lovesick because
She,
Hatesick,
Hated me.
40% of domestic...
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40% of domestic abuse victims are male
But less than 1% of refuges for victims are for men.
Who said sexism’s dead?
Source: Equal Eights charity parity, as reported in the Guardian.
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On the modern plains of cities,
The humans hunt in packs.
Without our swords and spears,
Our apathy attacks.
We live our lives around them,
As they just try to live.
We’re too busy spending money,
The money we should give.
We’ve learnt to care about them,
And wish them to be fed.
But we’ll still hurry to our homes
And leave them good as dead.
They sent them to the workhouse,
Now we just leave them...
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Stilted sentences, stuttered ideas
Manufactured feeling, broken being,
Stored sentences, stale ideas,
Thoughts falling like rain on a dry day.
Mouldy metaphors and old poems
Lie dead in my mind’s mortuary.
(I know this feels incomplete, but I can’t think of an ending)
Not only did I dream that I was a vampire,
but I dreamt I was a female vampire. I’m all for exciting dreams, but I think I need psycho-analysing…
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It feels real,
But then dreams always do.
Is this an emotional hallucination?
A false semblance of love,
As I love just the sun’s crown of light
That eclipses her soul.
Am I falling in lust?
Is hope writing fiction under
The pseudonym of “Love”?
I keep diluting the facts,
Weakening them,
Stretching the truth like my emotional rack.
Now, the wind caresses me, exhilarates me as I fall,
But when will...
“Feminism encourages women to leave their husbands, kill their children, practice...”
– Rev. Pat Robertson (via stankubrick)
On behalf of sane Christians, I’d like to say that this man is very misled and not representative of Christians. Actually, I wish feminism did encourage women to destroy capitalism.
October 2011
13 posts
Reblog if you want one of these in your askbox;
itsprobablysomeone:
itwassunnyday:
A stupid question
A compliment
An anon
A story
A poem
About you
Why you follow me
If you met me what would you do
A cute message
One thing you want to tell me
One thing you want to know about me
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Maybe it sounds a little old-fashioned and...
But really, there, is something special about sitting by a wood fire and reading while the quiet, arrhythmic, crackling burns the night away.