1 week

This time in a week I will be at university and to say I can't wait would be an understatement. I am going out tomorrow to go shopping with mum to get some last bits including some socks because most of mine are consumed with holes. Mum is watching TV at the moment whilst eating crisps and the munching just reminds me of how annoying it is when people eat in the cinema. Jonathan Ross is also wearing a ridiculously purple suit which reminds me of how stupid I looked when one uniform day I dressed in all purple and nothing else. I hope to think I dress a little bit better now...

The last few days I was in Portsmouth going to visit Conor. We ate a lot and we drunk a lot. The taxi driver that took us to the Indian restaurant we went to was called Harry (I don't know why we got on first name basis) and he was perhaps over friendly. He insisted that if we told the waiters 'Harry sent us' it would benefit somehow.However,  we were more concerned with the fact that one of the waiters looked like Mr T. We made sure we told him we liked his beard and he seemed most grateful. That night the fire alarm went off at 3am but Conor told me and Dale to get into the rhythm of it and we would be able to sleep just fine. We didn't sleep just fine.

In other news my cat is an Emo. He has taken up the hobby of eating himself and for some reason my mum thought the best course of action was to put nappy rash cream on the wounds.

What will become of this family?

x

London Underground

A poem that was inspired by my journey through London today. Hope you enjoy :)

A vibrant darkness looms below: like

Headless poultry in a battery farm.

A commuter’s paradise; to and fro,

Alarm bells raise- don’t touch my arm-

Avoid the times of nine and five,

For this is when the rats do thrive,

Please ensure you mind the gap,

If you don’t you’ll turn to crap,

Acquire a taste for odious smells,

Embrace the chewing gum on your seat,

Read the paper: your face will swell,  

The world is anything but sweet,

It’s hard to believe just what’s up there,

The wonderful novelty- of cold air,

The shadows turn a lighter shade,

The filthy particles- I shall evade!

A vibrant darkness looms beneath,

I prepare myself with gritted teeth.

'Innocent' Eyes

Okay- this poem is a weird one for me. I wrote it with the intention of giving the perspective of a young innocent baby. However it became funner to write it from the perspective of a young baby that isn't as innocent as we perceive. Almost written with a manipulative and sarcastic tone. Be interested to see what people think.

I watch the world through innocent eyes,

With muffled sound and routine cries,

As delicate as a new-born lamb,

It’s far easier viewing- from a pram,

But things can turn a solemn grey,

The horrors of having to play, play, play

The same old toys and ancient stuff,

My Mummy can’t see me huff and puff,

I cannot speak, but I observe

The delicate nature of adult nerve,

But I’ll just sit here in my chair,

No need to bother, No need to care.

I’ll let the food run down my face,

And shed a tear just in case

My mummy decides to shout and scream,

She just sussed out my evil scheme,

I take advantage of my age,

the naive myth I can’t engage,

I laugh at you with innocent eyes,

To buy it would be most unwise. 

A Levels

An arguably dramatic account of A levels. However, they were bloody horrendous.

This routine world is not for me

 A tick of the box- why can’t you see

That jumping hoops is a pointless task?

 No flair is shown, behind that mask

This mask I speak of eats your face

The stick you bite, a sour taste

Alien to the warm embrace

of life beyond our trace, trace, trace.

You trace away for old times’ sake

The lies of what I know as fake

Oh how we all will rue the day

That deathly time of year is May

May, the time where progress halts

The constant inkling that so revolts

Informs the being to look beyond

Expand one’s self, explore Le Monde.

The spoon will soon resist its feeding

Thank fuck I say, my soul is bleeding

Optimism V Pessimism

This has to be my favourite poem I have ever written. If it is not already clear- the blue font represents Optimism and the red Pessimism. I hope you enjoy.

I am Optimism; a rich man’s game,

An idealistic luxury- this is my fame.

A green eyed delight,

Does the pessimist envy?

The lack of bother,

The lack of frenzy –

  Well I am Pessimism; a poor man’s plight

 I am realism, and yes, I bite-

I bite the wonders of your mind

And leave the nasty bits behind

So in response to your claim of envy,

Indeed: your comfort does offend me

Well as this tide will drown your face,

You need my counsel, I’ll act with haste

Learn to decipher: the future- not the past!

These thoughts will ease,

These thoughts will last...

I must interrupt, for you fail to see-

The future is the present me

You can hide, but I shall seek

To make sense of what I know as bleak

You can live behind your mask,

Your pretty future and

Your pretty past.

Mr pessimist- we will agree

That our fate will be to disagree-

Yes, we’ll walk our separate ways

And I will fight another day

Fight as you please, I have tried to share,

It seems being optimistic...

Is quite rare. 

The Creative World Needs No Justification

The creative world needs no justification. Innovation it breathes, aptitude does it feed, but most importantly, the voice given echoes through the pale, motionless, and frankly mundane industrial world. To lack artistic flare, means one instead must maintain the cyclic and inevitable process of life. But why uphold humanity’s strife for resources, unless there is a greater purpose to live for? This greater purpose is the Arts: the tantalisingly, quaint, and perplexed words of poetry, the invitingly delicious flow of prose, the haunting of the camera, the vibrancy of film, the ingenuity of art, and the diversely erratic nature of music.
The creative world takes these forms, and these forms are the food of society. Whether you are creative or not is irrelevant; we all depend on it equally, and within its absence we cease to be inspired, we cease to believe, and we cease to be motivated.
The creative world believes in the ability, motivates the abilities of others, and inspires the world to continue its dissension.
So before you ask me why do I bother with all these 'meaningless' creations, reflect on your artistic resources to the point of exhaustion, refrain from binding your imagination as one, and most importantly ask yourself one vital question.
Why not?
The creative world needs no justification.

Jeremy Kyle and the Dentist.

There is a man from Jamaica on the Jeremy Kyle show and he has two gold teeth.. Why would anyone want a gold tooth? There is also this small lady that is getting basically trampled on by this fat woman with glasses. This program is perfect therapy for anyone feeling bad about themselves..

Talking of teeth; I am dreading going to the dentists on Thursday. They just seem to have this sort of arrogance about them that teeth are the most important things. They won't be impressed when I reveal I haven't been in over two years. You don't get your other internal organs checked every six months so I don't see why there is such an emphasis on teeth.

I want to turn off the Jeremy Kyle show now because there is only so much I can watch. The remote is out of reach though so it looks like I will have to see this one out.

Time

Like the kicks of an unborn baby,

It lies there. Awake. In the dark.

The haunting of the camera,

It flashes from afar.

Because,

My past will always be,

My future.                                                           

A Metaphysical Love

The world- in all its animosity,

A predator, ready; ready to jump

Out of its skin, and feed.

Feed, feed, and feed.

Gluttony, excess, and greed.

Feed, feed and feed.

The world- no rights to its charge

Love be the only worthy predator

Ready to jump, out of its skin,

And feed.

Do I doubt love? Yes. But

It defeats the world nonetheless,

And it creates a two,

A two

Between me and you

I welcome the world,

Because love welcomes me.

Philosophy

I wrote this poem when I probably should have been paying attention to a teacher. Not for religious eyes...

 They dribble; and they cry

At the sound of his prowl

Contemplate, commiserate and

Just tell me how?

To ask is to dare,

And to dare is to fly

But to fly is to dwell into scarier skies.

They say that ignorance is bliss,

 And this I have learnt

And by seeking the truth,

My soul may be burnt

But fuck you God,

And for all that you stand

You- nothing but a trade

A sleight of hand

And thus I deduce

That to pry is to die,

I will escape the cave

And learn how to fly

Faith be convenient,

An essence of the weak

An old times tale, for the silly

And the meek.

You may call me sad, and

You may call me bleak; but

Blood, sweat and tears is

The reality of the week

Death is nigh

And hope will fail,

We all fall victim,    

Dead, doomed and frail.

So hence I speak, and here I denounce;

The wrath that be entire  

No fool am I, no fool will be

If wrong, I’ll face the fire

So let logic prosper

For all to see,

Or let logic die?!

The truth be not He.

So breathe,

Breathe.

And breathe,

In philosophy.

  

A light hearted blog to start off with a high possibility of turning deep.

I am actually really happy at the moment: I literally cannot wait for university as it just feels like I am just waiting for my life to start properly. It also doesn't help that the majority of my friends have moved to their universities whilst I just sit and indulge myself in the Jeremy Kyle Show and Come Dine With Me. It is not so bad though I suppose. Well daytime TV is quite bad, but it is the only time in my life where I will literally have nothing to worry about so I suppose I should make the most of it!

September has been a really weird month so far, with some not so great things happening. Although, I think things are going to get so good soon and I am just waiting for that really. It seems that this blog isn't going to get as deep as I thought it might but as it is my first one I feel I should hold back a bit. It will be one of the only ones I do hold back on though!