1. Do you have a nickname? (other than your blogger nickname).Yes, I have several.
2. If so what is it? Mac, Kel, Wilko, Spawn of Satan, SoS, shadow
3. What is your favorite memory as a child? I don't know, I can't remember anything good in my childhood, I blocked it out, only the bad memories came back.
4. What relative did you like the most? I don't know
5. Who is your best friend? Catherine
I am tagging other people, if you want to do this feel free, but no pressure.
Saturday, March 11, 2006
Wednesday, March 08, 2006
What's been happening with me.
It's been noticed that I haven't been around much, This is because I've had to go back to university, holidays are over. In my infinite wisdom I decided to do writing poetry because it's a bird course and I can produce poems faster than George bush slurs words.
So here are the ones I've spat out so far, none of them have been edited or polished and all together they would have taken me 20 minutes to write maximum.
The Poem
Sadness fills the poet whose words are ripped apart
The meaning so obvious, lost among the sheep
Why destroy what was once so beautiful
You've made bitter that which once tasted so sweet
Why can't it be what it says it is
Plainly beautiful on the page
Read me, sing me, recite me out loud
But leave me as I am; Uninterpreted
Knot 1
Bob loves Sue
Sue loves Gary
Gary loves Debbie
Debbie loves Bob
Knot 2
Paul loves Kate
Kate loves Paul
Paul is too shy to act
Kate is too shy to act
Kate and Paul are sad
Concrete
I stood beside him, we danced together, our souls entwined as one
The music soft, the lights turned low, the look of ecstasy on his face
Drunken and worn down from the days work, we danced as if entranced
Our minds no longer functioning as we moved in time together
Together I felt we could do anything, together we were gods.
Then I sat down at one table, he sat at another
We no longer knew each other
Without the music we are strangers, we never speak a word
But tomorrow night the music will start again
And so the dance goes on
Weary
The battle field empty
Alone he wanders
Lost in the sea of memories
The war long over
The men gone home
One old soldier left
Too tired to die
So here are the ones I've spat out so far, none of them have been edited or polished and all together they would have taken me 20 minutes to write maximum.
The Poem
Sadness fills the poet whose words are ripped apart
The meaning so obvious, lost among the sheep
Why destroy what was once so beautiful
You've made bitter that which once tasted so sweet
Why can't it be what it says it is
Plainly beautiful on the page
Read me, sing me, recite me out loud
But leave me as I am; Uninterpreted
Knot 1
Bob loves Sue
Sue loves Gary
Gary loves Debbie
Debbie loves Bob
Knot 2
Paul loves Kate
Kate loves Paul
Paul is too shy to act
Kate is too shy to act
Kate and Paul are sad
Concrete
I stood beside him, we danced together, our souls entwined as one
The music soft, the lights turned low, the look of ecstasy on his face
Drunken and worn down from the days work, we danced as if entranced
Our minds no longer functioning as we moved in time together
Together I felt we could do anything, together we were gods.
Then I sat down at one table, he sat at another
We no longer knew each other
Without the music we are strangers, we never speak a word
But tomorrow night the music will start again
And so the dance goes on
Weary
The battle field empty
Alone he wanders
Lost in the sea of memories
The war long over
The men gone home
One old soldier left
Too tired to die
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