May 2012
14 posts
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“Introverts, in contrast, may have strong social skills and enjoy parties and...”
– Susan Cain, Quiet (via expresstophresh)
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[PLEASE READ THIS BEFORE THE REST :This is going to be a grim poem, but bear with me, it’s grim to make a point. I don’t like writing sad stuff without a purpose, and I hope that purpose will be clear. And, as always, I’m not completely satisfied with this]
Your screams are selfish,
Since you provoked the pain.
Your pink-rimmed dress is criminal,
So I’ll sentence you, you...
“What’s the difference between the BNP and a bus?
A bus has got seats.”
– (via punkistani)
I don't care if this poem's rubbish, it was... →
mandamuffle:
:( good, but sad:(
Thanks:) I tried to add a bit of optimism at the end, so I didn’t sound like I had problems, since I am actually ok:)
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I don't care if this poem's rubbish, it was...
I hear my fear and my broken thoughts
In the discords of their voices,
Their fraudulent meaning
Grown from my false feelings,
As my mind is imprisoned in chains forged by itself.
Infringing on my perception-
My distortion and my doubt.
If I am I am the problem,
I must hold the key when I lock myself out,
Alone in a crowd of friends.
I love writing poetry when you're pent up about...
It’s like you lock your thoughts in a sheet of paper.
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April 2012
30 posts
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Parallel reasoning
We broke down life,
The Body labelled Biology
But its atomic Lego bricks were not,
And the mind living inside it
Still wanders between the faculties,
An argument in the campus corridors
Where curiosity is dismantled into disciplines,
And the wise man’s dissected intellect decays.
Aristotle could not think these isolated thoughts of
Parallel reasoning- where our ideas never meet.
Some day, I'll be a writer in Brittany.
Or more likely, I’ll be too poor to move out of my leaking flat.
Amanda: untouched →
mandamuffle:
(a poem I wrote for a friend)
they will never touch a spinning moon against a breaking ocean. like two parallel lines running forever yearning to meet in super-market aisles amongst the vegetables, or in the open park on the frozen bench glazing over the sun.
an infinite hole
The one I gave her was really happy( I do like this one though)..so she has a range...
Reblog with your Daily Mail headline! →
tovaritching:
twoplustwoisfive:
youknowyourebritishwhen:
COULD POLITICAL CORRECTNESS MOLEST MIDDLE BRITAIN?
COULD BRUSSELS BUREAUCRATS INFECT YOUR PETS WITH AIDS?
HAS BRUSSELS TAXED BRITAIN’S SWANS? (lol)
WILL POLITICAL CORRECTNESS GIVE TAXPAYERS CANCER?
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Plans
I have plans
So many of them,
Crossing and cutting my canvas,
A cubist drawing of my life,
With the flowing abstract colours,
Of my restless dreaming mind.
Dear people who question why girls go to the...
twoplustwoisfive:
skarosoul:
somebodybemybuddyback:
hyrulian-feminist:
toomuchtaylor:
middle-east-beast:
Hermione went alone and got attacked by a troll
Moaning Myrtle went alone too and was killed by a giant snake.
Katie Bell also went alone and was cursed by an opal necklace.
Ginny went in alone and ended up held hostage in the Chamber of Secrets by Tom Riddle
Wow, JK Rowling...
Help!
can someone explain why there’s my post has one note that doesn’t show up when you click “show notes”? Where is my phantom note?
Moonlight dance (finished)
The liquid velvet skies of sunset
Washed with the bluish black,
Lit with the patchwork mirror of
The molten moon at night.
I see the moon, I don’t see you
Distance is your disguise,
Now fading photographs replace
The twilight in your eyes.
He throws his iron light to you,
And by that light we dance,
Rapunzel’s rays will join our hands,
The hands that hold our love.
Tonight, the moon sewn...
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Prosthetic piety (unfinished)
My passion’s nothing to society
My actions shatter
My prosthetic piety,
As I try to change a world that
Improves without my contribution,
While my red flag greys with dust,
Always waiting for some revolution!
(This is isn’t about socialists, of which I’m one, just people whop keep waiting for the revolution before doing anything)
Undocumented Immigrants Paid $11.2 Billion In... →
This past month, there was much outrage over the fact that General Electric, despite making $14.2 billion in profits, paid zero U.S. taxes in 2010. General Electric actually received tax credits of $3.2 billion from American taxpayers.
At the same time that General Electric was not paying taxes, many undocumented immigrants, who are typically accused of taking advantage of the system while not...
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Moonlight dance (written for my friend's art...
The liquid velvet skies of sunset
Washed with the bluish black,
Lit with the patchwork mirror of
The molten moon at night.
I see the moon, I don’t see you
Distance is your disguise,
Now fading photographs replace
The twilight in your eyes.
He throws his iron light to you,
And by that light we dance,
Rapunzel’s rays will join our hands,
The hands that hold our love.
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19-cilmaengwyn asked: I know! I really hope I'll get in, because both departments I'll be working in are lovely, the Archaeologists have their own library and at least one electron microscope (funded by the sale of the hat and whip donated by Harrison Ford :P no, really) the course is amazing and all the people I met were friendly, plus it's in dear old London, just down the road from the British Museum...
Night (The billionth poem on it)
A threadbare street, flanked by man-made stars
Washed orange in the corpse-cold night.
An iron gurgling from a forest factory,
Slipped between the stunted, straggling trees
And their cousins, the train tracks.
aimeehesketh:
Earlier on today, two of my friends who were on their way home from college had their bus shot at - two bullets went through the window that they were sat right next to and injured the driver, who’s now in hospital. The police don’t know yet who fired the shots, but it’s likely it was a random attack. So thankful that they and all the other passengers are OK, and really hope that...
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Flawless, but featureless,
A bland canvas, nothing more than a body blind to difference.
A manufactured monotony with a tick-box of attraction.
And beauty’s lost in a hall of mirrors,
Lost in the quick-fix erotica of the false uniform norm.
( I was thinking about why I know some girls are “hot”, like Katy Perry for example, but I wouldn’t describe them as beautiful, or find them...
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Nightime
My body’s apathy is silent,
and my brain’s anarchy reigns,
pseudo-sleeping, I simmer
with fluid-feelings- a confused cotton-canvas of
rough ideas wrapped in soft sheets.
This moonlight is my dawn
And my clock, sleep-ticks the march of my mind.
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Just one verse
That moment, I lost my politics of passion,
My prosthetic piety? That illusion shattered
As I paced through the home of the homeless
When my care, and not my words, mattered.
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A gun-salute
The cameras flash and I fall,
The gun-salute of the media
As the gunman takes his aim,
My sight congeals,
My body screams
A prayer bleeds from my lips.
Then, in a crescendo of confusion,
The ground falls and I get up,
My drunken ghost is fragmented but free-
A pincushion of pain, but
With every flash bang, another footstep
Of the friend who got away.
(I had the idea for this poem before the...
19-cilmaengwyn asked: I have a guitar, piano, xiao flute, tin whistle, recorder and violin, on all of which I can play at least two tunes, and I can play harp and also cello and viola if I can get my hands on them :)
March 2012
23 posts
Because I mainly download music, I get excited when I buy a CD (usually the beatles). Am I the only one?
Winter Swans by Owen Sheers (always makes me...
… The clouds had given their all - two days of rain and then a break in which we walked, the waterlogged earth gulping for breath at our feet as we skirted the lake, silent and apart, until the swans came and stopped us with a show of tipping in unison. As if rolling weights down their bodies to their heads they halved themselves in the dark water, icebergs of white feather, paused before...
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