face the trials


I’m writing this piece in more than one part so I can sleep on how to continue it. And i quite like the idea of you all trying to guess what i’m going on about-interpreting poetry is half the fun!

Face the trials

It truly never was your fault

That you  became the way you are

God knows I miss you

The flame became a fading star

In the woods of a better past

I thought us free I thought us happy

But among those emerald trees

Even then we pulled to snap

Then it was at length of arm

Now the chasm is stretched for miles

I know that we can meet again

I beg you-turn to face the trials


I tried to write at least a post a day…and put bluntly failed. Perhaps in the future it’ll be worth a try again, but for now I think i’ll return to being a bit more relaxed on when I post. Good blogs need good ideas, and they don’t come to me every day unfortunately. Yet. I have no doubt that at some point in the future inspiration will come flooding in my direction a bit more regularly-Don’t know why, but thats the feeling I get-but until then, i’m afraid posting daily is over for now.

That said, I should hopefully write something nice tonight in a few minutes 🙂

erinnierst du dich? (do you remember?)


I felt like writing something in German tonight…It’s pretty simple as I have little experience of writing creatively in it. If you don’t understand German, or my poor grammar has made it impossible to read, there’s a translation at the bottom. Even if you don’t speak German, read it anyway just to enjoy those lovely words =)

Ich wünsche dass, ich wusste

Wo deine Freude ging

Ich weiss nicht

Wer du bist

Nun dass du so böse bist

 

Einst warst du perfekt

Vor du selbst vergesst

Wer du bist

Weiss ich nicht

Erinnierst du dich?

 

 

I wish that i knew,

Where your joy went

I don’t know

Who you are

Now you are so evil

 

Once you were perfect

before you forgot

who you are

I don’t know

Do you remember?

 

 

brief look at ‘The Wasp Factory’


I want to spend the night reading rather than righting today, so I’ll be brief. About as brief as is possible to be.

I don’t recommend ‘The Wasp Factory’. Some criticize it for its sickeningly twisted story line, which is fully justified as the events that take place are horrific to say the least. For me however, it’s not worth reading simply because it isn’t written that well. Perhaps the only redeeming feature of the book is how the author draws out the many mysteries of the story across the book, even up to the very last page, but this is ruined by the almost crude way in which each mystery is revealed. I felt there was no natural flow to the story and it ended up feeling like a number of loose ends thrown together in a heap, never being tied together to make a complete product.

It is however set in Scotland, and that is never a bad thing.

A game of chess and lies.


Stuck between a truth and lie

A truth and a truth

A lie and a lie?

Each important day since youth

A game where they moved me

Forwards and back upon black and white squares.

A pawn, controlled, they cared not for me

Pushed further than they should have dared

The noble pawn cannot turn back

Despite how high the odds are stacked.

Chess piece - White pawn, Staunton design

Chess piece – White pawn, Staunton design (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

We will never be the same.


You see the world in different ways,

I sometimes wonder what you see

In colours, in wonders, in them,

In goodness, in evil, in me?

 

My dreams are not your dreams

And we will never be the same

My thoughts are not your thoughts

And we will never be the same

But what if I understood your mind

For one brief moment,

Just a day?

 

Where I see scenes of black and grey

Do you see fire and jealousy?

Is it I who has the passion

Or you who has the flame?

 

My dreams are not your dreams

And we will never be the same

My thoughts are not your thoughts

And we will never be the same

But what if I understood your mind

For one brief moment,

Just a day?

 

I will never know just what you think

But while I slumber my thoughts wonder;

Who’s wrong? Who’s right? Who cares

What we even think?

 

My dreams are not your dreams

And we will never be the same

My thoughts are not your thoughts

And we will never be the same

But what if I understood your mind

For one brief moment,

Just a day?

 

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A Kindred Soul


Before reading this poem, I would briefly like to explain why I wrote this. I recently read a fascinating short story written in German called’ Leutnant Gustl by Austrian author Arthur Schnitzler. Although not in anyway similar to my poem, the main themes are suicide and the pressures placed on us by certain social orders. I decided after reading Leutnant Gustl that I too would like to see at least what it would be like to write about such a sensitive and depressing topic as suicide. So here you are: ‘A kindred Soul’.

She sits and stares towards the moon;

A kindred soul within the night

Who begins to fall too soon;

For now the tears reflect her light.

Her hair flows though it were alive

In the wailing mountain wind.

And as her kindred slowly dives

So does the sanity in her mind.

 

She sits and stares towards the clock

That sings to her “it’s safe to go”,

Away from careless parent’s mocks

Their insults make the clock tick slow.

 

Among her painful troubled dreams,

She sees a window to escape:

A mountain and a kindred moon,

Run through mind in vivid streams.

And with that simple word ‘escape’

She knows exactly what to do.

 

She sits and stares towards the moon;

A kindred soul behind a hill.

The end of moonlight comes too soon,

Alone, she’s seated deathly still.

The dawn rises to another day:

A joyful sun enlightens all,

She wonders “What a perfect way,

To end my life?”-She tips and falls.

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Full moon behind the mountain, Rishikesh.

Full moon behind the mountain, Rishikesh. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)