The title? Well my first post in 2011 was called Here Goes Nothing, thought I'd work with that rather than just call it the end. That seemed a slightly shitty title, not to mention it sounds a pinch depressing. But on to more important matters.
Well, this is it, the conclusion I promised. After this, I have most certainly posted on my blog every day for a year, it started on the 1st and it ends on the 1st. What do I say? I'll just start typing and hopefully in amongst all my mumblings, some form of decent sense of ending will occur.
Writing a poem every day for a year, it wasn't easy. Especially because what I was writing, I didn't think was very good and occasionally I felt I was wasting my time. But I carried on, probably because of stubborness and wanting to prove I could do it more than anything. And I think by writing these poems, it forced me to think so much more about what I was seeing. It allowed me to look around the world and try and get inspiration from anything. That kind of thought process in fact led to my first tattoo, I wanted to get something to remember what that felt like. To be open minded and wide eyed, wanting to soak in as much as I could from life.
I think I've always liked the occasional moment where you just sit back and let the world take over. Looking through a window and watching the clouds, walking along the street and listening to conversations, wondering about other people and their lives and how you have no idea who they are or what they'll do except in that brief second of conversation. And train rides. I love train rides. You get to really absorb scenery and catch glimpses of lives which have nothing to do with you. It makes you think one of two things
1. In the bigger picture that makes up the universe we are barely a speck.
2. How important your own world is - well, what makes up your own world.
I've tried to express this way of thinking in my poems, not to force other people to think the same, but just to try and show what I'm like. I'm sure other people have the same sort of thoughts. I'm 18 - I do know that other people understand me and most likely feely the same. (just thinking of the whole stereotype teenager of nobody understands me and my individuality, blah blah blah)
Jesus, this is is a lot of writing. Oh well, it's the last blog post, I think I'm allowed to indulge myself a bit. I'm trying to think what else I want to say. Well, I said it yesterday but thank you so much for reading this. You're a wonderful (and patient) person :')
It's a relief and kind of sad to have finished. I'm quite proud of myself for sticking with it. I hope that when I'm older, I continue to write because I can't remember a time when I haven't loved it. I did this because I wanted to become a more creative person, I'm not sure if I am but I am definitely a more inspired person.
Perhaps the best of time
can't really be described
like this, just with rhyme
and weak words
for feelings are so much more
and these things
can't do justice
they can try and describe
but not really
feel anything themselves.
Words can flow
or sink
I can say
what I think
or keep it
in my head
where
there they stick
and then
in odd ways
they leak in to
my dreams
and a whole
other world
happens in my bed
I try to describe
the night pictures
and the words can flow
or sink.
Most of my poems have been quite a similar style the past few days so thought I would try and do something different. Only flaw in this, I don't know how! I'm not really an expert in different forms of poetry...
Break
away
take
(seize)
the day
sunshine
sky
time
clock
tick tock
hand
stand
feet
street
grey
day
break
away.
Pretty much had the idea as I wrote, one word then what reminds me of that word and tried to make it rhyme. If that doesn't make sense just ask in a comment and I'll try and explain it better :')
My friend in America has entered a video competition, he asked me to vote for it and I thought his talent deserves some recognition so I was wondering - to any of you who clicks the links I post (to any of you who read this blog at all?) if you would mind doing the same. Just click the 'like' button underneath the video.
Thanks ^.^
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And now for a completely unrelated poem. Yay for internet and randomness and links and stuff.
I had an idea in my head
but am now writing this instead
I don't really know what to put
Hark!
May there may be some poetry, afoot?
No.
Because I don't know what to write
and be that I may or be that I might
I'm not even sure, if that grammar is right
so I really do apologise
for this crock of shite.
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.
This poem is response to Rebecca Black and Jenna Rose. Its songs like this that really make miss John Lennon and the 60s era in general. And I wasn't even alive then -.-
Let talent get the spotlight
not the looks
or money
or the product.
Let soul shine through
set loose
admiration
inspiration.
Spread a deserving message
your beliefs
not an image.
Sing
don't auto tune,
Eat,
don't diet
Act,
don't pout.
Please, please, please
set art free.
Poetry:
emotion
in motion
words flowing
never knowing
exactly
the right words to use
try not to abuse
the language
try and make it good
the way we should
holding a mirror to life
and reflecting
on the reflections.
