| Not done this in a while |
[Nov. 11th, 2007|11:08 pm] |
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| | the buzz of my computer and the sounds of my keys...[Poem Time] | ] |
And i must say its strange
I feel very akimbo tonight
i think college is finally getting to me
missing certain old friedns :(
but making some new ones
not sure how things are balancing out atm.
Party next weekend W00t
lets jus hope i can pull it off
missing my beccalilly
she only went home 2 hours ago ish
:S
i feel silly at times
she still doesnt know how much she means to me
i feel like i fail in my attempts to convey this
and suprisingly for me
i think i subconciously gave up
something i only realised this moment
:S
*rambles*
i need to make up to someone
my sis seems very down atm
im tired and achy from rugby but i feel a writing buzz starting
feeling pretty mechanoly now i think of things..
does noone else feel really introspective when writing these things :S
worst thing is iv jus got this image of my self speaking into some kind of void..
im not really expecting a reply
if im truly honest.
Is it really greener on the other side
Can i change in the turn of a tide
Will life change in the blink of an eye
Nothing we can do but try
One more day,
Maybe another way
Nothing we can do is try
Is this really fixable
Me and my little 'Nukaple'
I think we can pull through
Simply Me
Simply you
One more day
one last time
Nothing we can do but Try
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Well i must say that was a lil random
XD
i love poetry
but i dunno reading most peoples poetry..
i feel it lacks a buzz
it fails to put a tingle in my spine
or to make me stop and think
which i find very dissappointing
=[
Ah wells
Cya x
ps wtf
why is the melancholy face crying...it means contemplative but unsure
ish
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| these tears |
[Feb. 26th, 2007|09:15 pm] |
these tears i shed for you, in the darkness of the night,
full of fear longing and fright,
tears unseen by all but me,
my emotions, hidden form all, for none to see,
by day wrapped within an icy coil,
by night released my hearts turmoil, |
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| another short one |
[Feb. 26th, 2007|09:14 pm] |
Like a dog to a home,
my heart returns to yours,
a floor to my beliefs,
a door against my pain,
walls against my fear,
my heart away form home |
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[Feb. 26th, 2007|09:03 pm] |
hmmm not too recent, just never got put on here:
Government
Our current government
Contraception to this society’s conception
The cause of all our misconception
The true means of this hatreds resurrection
The cause of all life’s discrimination
Twisting ideals thoughts and theories
Well here’s on of my many queries
What if, No wait just take this into consideration
What if, through our government’s ordination
We sacrificed our free will, beliefs, and equality
Now we stand, nod and bend knee
To a corrupt and twisted government, can’t you see?
They tax corrupt and bleed the whole of this society
Now can’t you see?
How we are captured, bound and tied,
Bound by this franchise,
Yet the thing we fail to realise
Is that this franchise has changed, no longer are they
Fighting for our freedom love and security,
But our blood souls and money.
Surely soon we shall realise
That this government has no compromise
Our lives, completely they are summarised,
Into a group ID
Mosher, Goth, Scally
These ID cards are idealised
As the way to fight terrorism
Something our government idolise
Yet we hide behind the government
Behind Bliar
Who caused this vendetta
In an attempt to make his life better
Then sealed our fate in iron and stone
Left us for the kill, bloody, alone
Surely we shall soon realise
That Al-Quieda
Is’nt the true leader
Of this terrorism
But that leader is one
That person is solely responsible
That person is Blair
And of course
His hush, hush
Puppy, dog bush |
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| My way |
[Feb. 26th, 2007|08:32 pm] |
I was not born, and brainwashed to tred my fathers footsteps
Instead i was brought up, to make my own life, with my fathers tread,
Brought up unbending, unscruplious, unfed,
Nourished with love, and taught instead,
Taught not to follow my fathers path,
For many stumbles and mistakes does it hath,
Instead told to carve my own way,
My father watching over me, day by day,
My thoughts are mine, my way, my way,
My fathers tread, steady, strong,
His life, happy, healthy, long,
His footsteps, heavy, tired deep,
winding path, unseen pits,
One lonely life longing only for sleep,
My journey, unstarted, my path unseen,
My future unknown, nothing but a dream. |
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| updating |
[Feb. 26th, 2007|08:13 pm] |
Do not search for me in the ocean,
for i can no longer make ripples in the clear water.
Do not listen for my voice in the wind,
for i can no longer sing a sweet, quiet, harmony.
Do not hold vigil at my last resting place,
for i have passed that place an age ago.
Do not look for me in the forests,
for i can no longer make a cool shadow on the cold earthen ground.
But look for me in your heart,
for only there, is where i can now truly be found. |
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| random |
[Dec. 13th, 2006|09:45 pm] |
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hmmm im writing letters atm, i should do it more, but the lack of stationary and my handwriting is a severe discourage ment, so i apologise for anyone recieving a letter soon |
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| new poem |
[Nov. 10th, 2006|10:11 pm] |
new poem whoo lol :D
Do not search for me in the ocean,
for i can no longer make ripples in the clear water.
Do not listen for my voice in the wind,
for i can no longer sing a sweet, quiet, harmony.
Do not hold vigil at my last resting place,
for i have passed that place an age ago.
Do not look for me in the forests,
for i can no longer make a cool shadow on the cold earthen ground.
But look for me in your heart,
for only there, is where i can now truly be found. |
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| another poem |
[Nov. 7th, 2006|04:50 pm] |
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| | ok go - here it goes again | ] |
sorry im still stayin political ppls, (i.e. bec and egg, does ne1 else actually read these?) lol but ah wells if you do you should look out for the manic mesh fanzine, and the hating love but loving hate zine, in which both my poems are published, ask me if you want a copy
50 states of separation
If segregation is outlawed,
Then this system is surely flawed,
It exists more than ever,
Progress; tied strongly by this tether,
Not found in cities or towns,
But across countries and continents,
Inequity of life, never put to sounds,
Never spoke of, always there,
Chained in, with no-one to care,
A world ensconed,
Forever, collectively cloned,
Pure white, honest, blond,
Beautiful, caring, loving, fond.
A separated world,
Red, Blue, White,
Blood, cold, cloud,
Stripes of borders,
Eternally divided,
Targets of stars,
Never to be reached,
For how can we be governed,
By a country of United Parts,
50 parts - yet not one heart.
The 50 parts,
Guns, bombs, bullets,
Destroy countries with carts,
Love, Charity,
Equality, ever shunned,
By far outnumbered,
But never out gunned,
For what would be stronger,
50 United Parts,
Or,
The whole worlds United Hearts. |
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| new poem |
[Oct. 29th, 2006|06:32 pm] |
no fear
to have no fear,
isnt to not care,
but to easily,
be able to cope,
estimate and adjust,
or to simply belive,
to trust, to love,
to care for and ideal,
a belife, a path,
my path, so much that,
i am fully ready,
to accept my own consequences,
my own judgement, good or bad,
comes from my belifes, it comes from me.
so if i belive wrong, so what, i belive,
i do not follow others,
i avoid the well beat path,
i carve my own, the path of the swan,
the swans path,
i give myself totally to my path, my belife,
my life,
to do or to die, all or nothing, this,
is my path,
for me, a failure with guns blazing is better,
than cold, uncontested defeat.
for i would rather lose by my own game,
than have to adopt anothers ideals,
you may take my life, yet still,
my ideals remain mine.
So i have no fear, no fear of pain,
injury or death, as my own worst enemy,
is me,
only i can take away my ideals, my beliefs,
to everyone else, i am invincible,
nothing they throw at me can stop me
from taking another step,
another attempt,
at following,
my own
true
path. |
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| hmmmm |
[Oct. 7th, 2006|10:17 am] |
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ok so its only just hit me how lucky I am, most people spend their whole life searching for the one person they will never part from, their one soul mate, but i realised iv kinda got three.
i have the love of my life rebecca, whom i love and shall always be with :) we are true soul mates.
Also i have egg one of my closest friends, shes like my lil sister, even thoguh shes older thn me XD lol but we know how things work.
Last but not least i have amy mottram, another of my closest friends, shes always there for me and im always there for her no matter what :)
Also i would like to apologise about the recent rift between the last two and me ;S) im sorry
any ways iv realise im amazingly lucky to have all of these people in my life :) i thank you so much :D |
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| (no subject) |
[Oct. 6th, 2006|03:39 pm] |
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Another broken promise,
im not there again,
i told you that i would be,
here to help you through the pain,
here to hold you,
and to wipe away the tears,
but im not,
now im just another failure,
my promise has gone to pot,
i honestly thought i could be,
to always be,
here for you,
whenever,
forever,
but thats just another part of me,
now chewed up,ripped apart,and spat out,
because ive now realised,
the times you really need me,
are the times when im not there,
now i just want to tell you,
that i do really care,
im just not there,
again,
and your upset,
and your upset because im not there,
even when i promised i would be,
so here i am,
just another failure,
my promise gone to pot. |
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| hmmm |
[Sep. 23rd, 2006|11:05 am] |
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ok this is my most recent poem, i was getting annoyed about ppl always stereo typing chavs as some big crime organisation! it was just bugging me, cause you do get decent chavs, take it form me, iv lived there, been there so it just got to me.
Home
Back to where I was born
Back where the pavement was greyer
The grass was certainly greener
On the other side,
There was no grass
Back there was pavement soil blood and glass
Dark black alleys, still running on cobbles
Still running on cobbles
Click, clack, click, clack,
I know where I belong
I belong back there
Back in the back streets
Back on the cobbles
A place where I belong, back in the dark,
Back to the coloured in, broken down park,
Back, back to 'tha Hood',
With its beloved soil soaked in blood,
Still running on cobbles
Click, clack, click, clack,
Nothings changed, I've grown,
Nothings changed, back in the place where ruined lives are sown,
Rubble surrounds, two blocks away, a different life,
This side? Nothing but strife,
Making end meet, and almost impossible feat,
Just another of life’s hard streets,
A hard path, a hard life,
Receive no quarter give none back,
All these white kids, running around,
Trying oh-so-hard to be black,
Searching, searching no escape to be found,
Still running on cobbles
Click, clack, click, clack,
I know where I belong, so back to the streets of my birth,
Call me scally, chav or just street scum,
I am what I am, a proud product of society,
Part of an under kept ethnology,
Kept down by a society, whose blood is money,
Whose money is blood, you’re born on top, or down below,
But you must stay where your seed is sown
The rich complain about the scum, they hold them back,
They hold them down,
The scum embrace the system, it moulds them together,
Still running on cobbles
Click, clack, click, clack,
But I’m away,
I escaped the system,
Escaped form their heels,
Escaped from their hells,
Still running on cobbles
Click, clack, click, clack,
New friends, new life, the Chav changes,
An insight into the mind of a Chav;
‘Do, a life of no regrets, no remorse.’
Never show love affection or weakness,
Others will exploit you for it,
In the end, you can take the chav out of the streets,
But not the streets out of the Chav,
The streets are home,
The streets are ours,
The streets hold our cause,
Away from broken homes,
Broken bodies, broken bones,
Broken minds many clones,
Still running on cobbles
Click, clack, click, clack,
Back home I go,
Back to my old life,
Old friends, old strife,
Back to my Home,
Back to my Streets,
Changed I have,
Yet, accepted I am,
The old ways are ingrained,
By the machine, by society
Deep down it dwells,
A beast you call,
But not control,
Still running on cobbles
Click, clack, click, clack,
But I’m not going home,
Not back there,
Some say
‘Home is where the heart is’
We say
‘Home is where the hatred is’
Broken homes, in run down zones,
Nothing good is left there, nothing but hatred,
My life is my own, my only possession,
Trusting, caring, giving: none,
My life, I am the only important one,
Free in my mind,
Free on my streets,
Still running on cobbles
Click, clack, click, clack,
The streets, the streets are in my bones,
They are a part of me; yes I am a chav,
A chav with a side parting, jeans and a hoody,
But Chav-I-Am.
Fashioned by society,
The streets are in my bones,
The streets are in my blood,
My blood is on the streets,
I am the streets,
As much as the streets are me,
Still running on cobbles
Click, clack, click, clack,
But this is society’s due,
Keep me down, I rebel harder,
Chavs, we return,
Harder. Faster. Quicker.
The largest minority,
We overshadow the minority,
Yet we live on the minority, so see,
We are Chavs, He, She and Me,
We are the horrors of society,
The product of insensitivity,
Our lives ran by yet more cruelty,
Still running on cobbles
Click, clack, click, clack,
Politicians kept us down, they caused this,
Leaving us nothing but the streets,
These we took, the streets our own,
There are more of ‘Us’ than them,
We know this, they know this,
They think ‘so what?’ but…
Wong answer,
Still running on cobbles
Click, clack, click, clack,
Too long have we been kept down,
Too long on our cobbles,
Too long out of your light,
Now is the time for this fight,
Still running on cobbles
Click, clack, click, clack,
For we are the dark antagonism of society,
Freedom our only priority,
We have nothing, own nothing, want nothing,
So in the end, we have nothing to lose,
Nothing to lose but these chains,
again im still looking to get published, so if anyone hears any thing pls get in touch. |
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| hmmm |
[Sep. 23rd, 2006|11:03 am] |
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ok well i wrote this one, but kinda lost steam towards the end, needs a few more verses, will let you know if its updated though
Oh great, oh fuck,
Now she’s just another chapter in the history books
Yes all because of me,
My inability to decide and just to say the right things,
At the right time,
I told her ‘I’m gonna’ be here for you baby’
‘Just talk to me Il make things alright’
‘It’ll all be ok you’ll see’
‘Don’t worry just leave things to me’
But hey ho I’ve done it once again
Fucked it all up once again
Now she’s there inflicting self pain
Her blood goes a-trickling down the drain |
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| another one |
[Sep. 23rd, 2006|11:02 am] |
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Sorry just doesn’t cut it
Sometimes sorry just doesn’t cut it
Some times you step too far you just think ‘fuck it’
You’re too far now there’s no going back
No matter how much you want it your lines gone slack
The safety nets gone your now out on a limb
The odds of this sorting are now very slim
But you’ve got to keep fighting
Some way some how there’s gotta be a way
To sort this out, the way may be bleak
But serious the last thing you want to do
Is fuck this more, going off on a freak
Just confusing matters more
Just keep at this and hopefully
That’s just maybe, hopefully, god willingly
You can sort this through
And if you’re serious you will
Just keep working
Yes it may be your fault
It may not
But just keep working
Determination shows summat
Persistence! You really wanna make this work?
Well life aint all swings and roundabouts
Its more suicide notes and fall outs
But you want things to work out?
You just gotta sort ‘em out |
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| (no subject) |
[Sep. 23rd, 2006|11:00 am] |
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I want to talk
But there nothing I want to say
An nothing I want 2 hear
All this form fear
Of letting sum1 near
You let someone close in this world how we living
In this world that we living along with hatred an self killing
You let someone close then they go
Then life stops, drops, stops an’ just loses the flow
Some times you jus want to take tings slowly
Other times fast, just depends
Life goings on friends and trends
Friends and trends
Fuck about friends
Keep close friends
Fucked up trends
Moshed out
Full of hating
Full of spacing
Not letting people close
when they want to help
Keep problems 2 your self
All people want to do is help
Letting someone close
so close, amazingly close
Only to find their hearts close…
d, they were jus playin’ u along
female ‘playa’ wannabes
fucking about with boys
left right and centre
Well our hearts aint toys
So leave us alone
Stone cold alone
Jus don’t bother we don’t want none of you
Or your playa mates too
Implying things too, people get the wrong idea
We all living in this world of fear
A fear of insults, slur and pain
Well my meaning couldn’t be more plain,
Take it at face value
Yea it’s an insult but I’m only playin’
Sorry if I offended dint mean to but you know
Sometimes we just get caught in the flow
And keep yappin’ bout things we shouldn’t
Id of stopped but I couldn’t
Just know my loves there
And that I really do, believe it or not care.
You got to live life to the fullest
Because life can be taken away
In this world that we living
You never know when it going to be your last day
Say what you need to say
When you need to say it
You might not get a chance to say it again
But the message from me is plain
Let people close, talk, and escape the pain
OK well these are a few of my poems, iv still got a few more somewhere, im looking for a publisher, so if anyone knows anyone, pls leave me a message |
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| another short one |
[Sep. 23rd, 2006|10:59 am] |
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To be free
To be loved without conditions
To travel without cost
To live without struggle
To be without want
To fly without effort
To act without consequence
To exist without care
To exist without hate
To exist without curiosity
To die without pain
To be free you need all of this
And as you can see no one can truly be
free |
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| jus a short one |
[Sep. 23rd, 2006|10:58 am] |
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Love is
Love is
Everything that you were
Everything that you are
Everything that you will be
Because love is… |
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| another |
[Sep. 23rd, 2006|10:57 am] |
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ok this one was from bout yr 7 lol but i still like it!
Hope is…
Hope is warm
Hope is nourishing
Hope is ongoing
Hope is sustaining
Hope is everlasting
Hope is stubborn
And hope is strong
Hope is the farmer’s last seed
Hope is the weary mans friend
Hope is the last when others have failed
Hope is the warrior’s last stand
Hope is the soldiers last shot
And the archers last arrow
Hope is the friend who carries you through
The long and the short
The thick and the thin
The wide and the narrow
Who stands with you to the very end
Because to hope is to believe
And to believe is to receive |
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| yet another.. |
[Sep. 23rd, 2006|10:56 am] |
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sorry bout the spamming! but i want ppls comments on these!
Beautiful tears
Eyes, the window to the soul
Some people can’t talk, are locked doors to the world
Keep their emotions quiet and secreted away
Some people love talking, but play the world false
Forever changing their minds trying to please everyone
Listened to by all, believed by none
In the end everyone sheds tears,
Clear, beautiful tears.
But the eyes betray you all
The eyes are open books
Every emotion laid bare, for anyone to read
All emotions are naked in your eyes
No emotion is coverable
Not even by the clear, beautiful, tear. |
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