» Teenage Poetry

*gives in*
I actually wrote a pretencious poem about pretencious teenage poetry when i was 15 years old. I think it's quite good considering, but then again I am still a teenager...


"The Beast"

Pretencious Beast!
Thou shalt know him from his number...
twixt 13 and 20.

Such a Beast, twill destroy yet build!
twill lie yet utter pure truth!

He will never, ever, allow himself to be the same as the other different ones.
And even now, he falls back, rebellion automatically a conformity.

"Woh, what a great thought... Never before has such a thing been thought..."
in his mind, sure. In others? well, only
twixt 13 and 20.

He wakes up, at the unluckiest time.
He likens it to a creation, yet little does he know...
His sleep? his 'life' before?
He may forget the dreams, sure... but have they forgotten him?

Now, he listens to strange music...
A tangled mess of electricity, and kinetical energy, and voices...
The music blocks these thoughts, and many more besides...

"Look at this... it's like a whole new world!"
in his mind, sure. In others? well, only
twixt 13 and 20.
(Thu 11th Aug 2005, 16:10, More)

» Guilty Pleasures

eating large spoonfulls
of dijon mustard and marmite (together). mmmmmmmm.....
(Thu 7th Apr 2005, 20:16, More)

» Pure Ignorance

reminded by an earlier answer
my mum once asked HMV for a "ministry of defence" cd (as opposed to sound...)
(Tue 11th Jan 2005, 13:00, More)

» Singing the wrong words

Probably bindun
A lovely dittee about being trapped inside a sea faring mammal, by Franz Ferdinand (no, I don't like them either):

You will find me in the manatee
The dark of the manatee
It's better in the manatee
The dark of the manatee

and so forth.

/coat
(Fri 28th Jan 2005, 10:57, More)