I was in English the other day — we are currently studying W.B. Yeats’ Poetry — and we were scrutinising every stanza, every line, and every last word of this one poem until we had completely decoded the beautiful mystery that it is — well, was. We took this beautiful form of art and completely tore it to pieces in order to comprehend Yeats’ every … Continue reading appreciation & overanalysis
So… Nothing good ever succeeds the word “so”… and in this instance, I believe that this not-so-good-ness proceeding my so is the desolate abyss of my mind. It seems that the enthusiasm that drove me to start this blog has been slowly deteriorating along with all of my inspiration to keep writing. I haven’t written any poetry in what feels like an eternity and I … Continue reading what on earth am i going to write about?
have you ever had a friend, a best friend? someone who you were so close to, but who you lost because of some stupid “problem” and now you’re both strangers again? well recently i lost a best friend for extremely petty reasons and my feelings spilled out into some adequate spoken word. sometimes you just need to move on, get over it, let it go. … Continue reading strangers who knew each other too well
(a brief synopsis of the poem) so, i have this friend who, was more than just a friend for a while and he was the reason i fell in love with slam poetry. he seemed to have this unfathomably large love for it and that was something i could not hold against him. however, all he would do was recite famous slam poems and he … Continue reading a poem: about people who are unworthy of the titles they give themselves
(yet another brief synopsis) as i said in my previous synopsis; about that friend who was more than just a friend for a while, this was one of the poems i wrote about him. Or for him, you could argue either way but it was my first ever slam poem. It is quite pleonastic and i apologise, but i seemed to have too much to … Continue reading a poem: about steam trains
another poem about that guy who was more than just a friend. it goes somewhat like this… once you have swam in the sea a lake will no longer do everyone else was always a pond but the ocean, that was always you. but what i didn’t realise, was how difficult swimming in the sea can be. and how easily i keep drowning myself. because … Continue reading losing