I am quite, quite happy at the moment even though exams are near and I am constantly worrying about History, Economics and Spanish and to celebrate I have a new poem:

"When I Laugh at Nothing"
I stare at you
And recall when
I felt like you
Could trip me up
With a delicate whisper in
My hair
And urge the blood in
My head to pound with your sweet
Smell on my skin
I watch you and
Fall in love like I am still in
Some delirious dream
And I never want to leave...

It is twenty four days untill my birthday!

Lets go to bed
And shake the sky

Most recent(ish) Poetry

Do what pleases him
Why worship her
She is ugly
He is gorgeous
Lied the Mad Beauty
Their love is gone
In a shadow of bitter stares
No sweetness here

"The peach"

A pink peach
lies lazy
beneath
mad blue rain
under
a diamond sky

Wet and gorgeous in
the flood of water

Then a knife drives into
it's delicate skin
and it's sweet honey juices
are hot and moist on the toungue

And in this moment

He recalls an urge
to heave his pleasing shadows
and with that friendly goddess
take a thousand languid lifetimes away
for one sordid moment of loving lust.

More Fridge poetry

The thing I like about fridge poetry is that it's so spur of the moment, it's distorted thoughts as one is unable to create the intended poem by limited choice of words and also, new discoveries.

Thoughts from home
Lucious storms light
the vision I worship in my dreams
of a road a thousand moments away
in a spring I ache for
like the delirious desire
a smooth skinned boy as of his girl
gone to the place of
crushed sky and
boiling rock
with white tongues
soaring as a mist
to an eternity of
life never shadowed by man's symphony
and forests untouched by time.

Newest plan!

I am the most indecisive person in the universe, unable to even choose something to eat from Sainsbury's, as Jon will know.

But now I have a new plan that might last a few days, I'm going to be a writer!

Andon here I will publish my first poem, It's called "Fridge Poetry" becuase I wrote it on the fridge with my magnetic poetry:

"Fridge poetry"
When their black symphonys
moan bitterly
heave your sweetness
and with it watch
this eternity of
winter whispers
rusting in the
summer music
you love

I must say I am most talented, as I also won a prize for best individual performane in the Shakespeare synopsises we did at Ufton Court.

And totally up myself.

Music

I love music that really reminds one of something or creates certain feelings, the most strong tracks for me are:

Mr Brightside (The Killers): I can't help but smile when I hear this, I get butterflys in my stomach and feel incredibly excited, I don't really know what it reminds me of but the first time I heard it was at Emma's sixteenth birthday party so I think that's where the strong sense lies.

A Linkin Park song I don't know the name of: This song also makes me feel very excited, they're proberbly linked to similar events. The time that it always reminds me of is sitting in Daniel's garden on his swinging chair with it blasting out of the speakers.

This is how you remind me (Nickleback): Emma and I used to listen to this over and over again when we must have been about thirteen and it reminds me of windy February days behind the Brooks Centre huddled up to Emma holding Daniel's cd player.

I only want to be with you (Dusty Springfield):The theme to channel two in New Zealand was this tune and this always reminds me of sitting behind a sofa in the Robertson's house when the TV broke and the song played over and over again.

Good Vibrations (The Beach Boys): I daned to this when I did "50" in year 10, it reminds me very strongly of the excitement I felt when I was on stage.

Lay Lady Lay (Bob Dylan): This, strangly reminds me of sitting on a toilet, crying but it's a really great song.

American English (Idlewild): I first heard this at Beth's house when I was fourteen, we were sitting on her bedroom floor chatting and it was great.

Last one I promise :P

Romeo and Juliet (Dire Straits): Sitting at my computer on Saturday morning the 2nd of July, Jon sent this too me after the prom and it really made me smile!

Back to school

It doesn't seem so long ago that I was writting about the beginning of year 11 and now tis the beginning of sixth form and everything is very different...

4 of my chums have left which is rather sad but some new chums have joined. I have "ambitiously" chosen to do 5 subjects which I think may be too much but I now enjoy them all too much to decide which one to drop. Nevermind.