Recently, I have been constantly thinking about my writing, I've not written in over a year, only just started the blog posts and the English Alevel I do so far has not been very creative and is structured on the characters from the pays/novels we study but lately as I do have been reading other blogs such as http://theperfectpiece.org.uk/ and Media Diversified ( amongst others) as I saw my name to indicate I had been logged into something so I assumed it was Wordpress and clicked on it and saw a blog I made, I think I have quite a few blogs floating in the fascinating world of the net (internet for you so & so people ) and I started reading a post which gradually started to feel like I was reading a poem and I was so surprised by what I was reading and at the end realised I wrote it because there's this bit a bout a crack and I vividly remember a crack in a pavement and there was this one like I kept regurgitating in my head so I assumed yes it was me who wrote this piece and I was surprised at how "okay" it was, like it's hard to explain and at 01:25 in the morning comprehension is above and beyond in the untouchable midst. Oh, and I have an assessment in science tomorrow so I'm a bit dazed but! < not even syntax appropriate but mind appropriate so yeah even the name of the blog I liked and I decided that I'm going to keep this blog and add bits of the other blog because I actually like it , if it was a stranger's blog I'd send it to my friends, if that made sense. I am in no way trying to praise myself to be very honest but here is the poem. (I also just realised I end poems and blog posts very badly perhaps in a hurry? Note to self for improvement)
So this is my poem called tring to fnd me
As I wonder in the spot,
I try to think of what is not,
I try to understand what is what,
But I just can’t seem to get past what it was.
As I wonder why I struggle to breathe;
wonder why I struggle to see
wonder how we struggle to be
I understand it's not for me ... to be
Ensnared by questions…
If? Why? How? You? Us?
I know it’s not me but you
Yet I know it’s me.
The entangled broken web of
of denia'
Surrounded by shatters, every step I cause a crack
A crack in the formation of bitter sweet endless joy
An appearance of endless deceitful truth
As I try to see…
I notice the change in me
I plead it’s not my fault, I repeat how it’s all your fault
Desperate cry for an end.
This
is
just
not
going
to
work.
So as I fight a losing battle to find me,
I know it shall always be.
Let me know what you think xx
