When I Was Your Age

Think I mentioned my idea for this a few posts ago? I got it yesterday =]

But not writing a poem about it because the seems silly xD 

When I was your age

I wasn't like that, right? 

I was older when I did that

and that 

most definitely that

Or maybe they're not the ones

growing up too quickly

I am.

And as the technology increases

so does the ageing process

leaving us reeling 

and trying 

to keep a firm grasp 

on our own reality

and look back fondly

on the fantasy 

of when we were that age. 

Finding An Idea

Like a wave
gently kissing the beach
but rolling back out
before making
much of an impression


An idea strolls across
the edges of the brain
but walking away
before the mind
can take hold
and remember it


Lines of poetry
characters for a story
labelling a feeling
all come
but then soon go
as if they were never there
like a beach
with the tide out.

Me

So it's May. I didn't think I'd be able to last this long doing this thing. My aim when starting this was to inspire and keep myself inspired. It's working =]

I find myself enjoying the scenery around me instead of looking at the floor. 


I'm thinking of getting a tattoo that says inspire - to  remind me to keep seeking it.


I have a notebook slowly becoming filled with images I find that stir some sort of emotional response. 


I plan to go to the library and try to take out all the books I have on my 'To Read List'

(I have a To Read List) 


I'm, dare I say it, but I'm kind of happy with who I am. I'm not sure if writing this has lead to this discovery. I feel like I have some depth to myself but just being 18, I know this is still pretty shallow.


I'm not happy all the time but I think I'm content for most of it. 


Alright so poem for the day. Being an internet user myself, I know the attention span is lacking so I'll keep it short for today.

Make me think
Make me smile
make the short time
we have
worth the while.
You be you
I'll be me
maybe one day
we
could be we. 

Desire, Inspire

The longing to write
to grasp that initial excitement
of beginning to sculpt a new world
and mould new characters
grows every day
but it is stopped by a fear
of it already being done
imagination not good enough
or having enough  stamina
to finish.


Not knowing where to start
there's enough desire
but I'm not inspired 
for all I can wonder is
what story needs to be told?

Here Goes Nothing

So it's the first of January, first day my resolution is tested. I'll admit now I nearly forgot so the rest of the year bodes well. As to be expected, my head is not exactly feeling tip top right now so I'm afraid to say the first day of my project may not be the highest of quality but I shall try my best. 


I was thinking that rather this thing being your typical teenager ranting about problems and what not, this could be an anthology type thing. A poem a day depending on my mood with a picture to match. This idea came about by lots of little things inspiring me recently:

• http://www.graphicpoetry.net/
• Then my cousin talking about her blog, where she sticks loads of things up that inspire her.
• My brother have so much passion for music, always being open minded
• Beautiful photos 
• Pogo on YouTube doing an around the world re mix project - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bs66ORnV5jU
• Interviews from Nylon TV

These things have made me realise that I want delve in to my own passions. Well, one in particular, which is writing. Hoping to study Journalism at uni, forever getting ideas for stories and attempting drafts - writing is an important part of my life. Be it creative or informative. So why not try out as many forms as possible? No poem today due to the fact this is more of an introductory type thing.

1 down. 364 down to go. Hears to the New Year.