life the universe and everything

Like the pounding of the rain

tap tap tapping on my roof

so your voice

keeps on tapping

in crevices of my mind

I hate your inconsistency

like the inconsistent storms

but your mesmerizing whispers

always bring me back for more

rain tapping on my roof

tap tap tapping evermore

through the dawning of new day

and the lightness of new words

the storm will keep on growing

through the harshness of your verbs

Writting a personal statement is always a hard thing to do, i mean what are you supposed to write? All they say is build yourself up, make yourself look better but how true will that ever be true to who you truly are? and how often will the people who get accepted be the ones who full out lie about their achievements?? i mean what is the point anyway? introduce yourself, explain about your subject choice, more explaining, demonstrate interests... it all seems like a way of bragging about yourself to strangers to me.. anyway i don't even need a personal statement, my uni doesn't accept them so its just going to be another useless essay chucked in the bin after days and weeks of fretting about it, re-writing and re-drafting it. I mean who would think that someone might actually have more important things to do with their life than writing useless essay after useless essay... ok thats my rant over anyways :)

In the downpour

Water fell upon the floor

as the dams of heaven broke

tiny pin pricks in a drought

of un-beguiling hope

which caused the break was but a thought

a happy thought, a joy

yet from the joy a sadness bloomed

a blot upon the land

lifes fires fought against the gloom

but the fires fought in vain

for the hand of fate had intervened

and the call was not to be

the call was lost against the wind

lost to eternity

Ok, so i wrote this last night but my internet wasn't working so i couldn't post it.. here goes

I hear the clock strike 12

and feel my shoulders lift

for the dawning of new day

brings new life, new hopes, new happenings

and so I, un-distressed,

can lay my mind to rest

peaceful and serene

the land of wondrous dreams

lies waiting for me there

calling me to bed

The road of life

I view my life in roads

in paths Ive yet to take

and in this moment, at this place

three paths Ive yet to take

one path shows life in beauty,

both in people and the mood

romantic, unsustainable this path is but a stroll,

short and unforgettable

but where to go from there?

Path two could be a road,

a highway to the end

the life would be abundant

with freedom like the wind

for when my road should end

there would be hopes in dreams abundancy

Path three alone, is not my choice,

for the lines too short to live

but on the other side lays one, concurrently,

for on this path, thats not mine to chose

another's mind presides,

will two indeed fall to one

or stay separate-eternity

Three roads to chose lest fate twines

and changes once again,

for minds desire and hearts content

are two parts that yet abide

In the shadows wake

over the kopje-crest

the moon prowls silently

and in his colors lay the test

of times sweet reckoning

Blues and grays of a day surpassed

and a dawn not far away

yet still i wake, turn and quake

for not all was said that day

And so the shadows grow

as he waits with silent jest

compelled to snare me, tear me, compare me

like all his former foes,

a cruel jest to all my woes

Beyond the wicker works

where the wind blows softly by,

a bright flame lurks

where no man shall lie.

Risen forth from shadowy murks

they find thou'art flame-

and stay forever more, forgotten, lame.

Just a conversation between personalities

Ok, so convinced by Becca (yourself truly) I have decided to write this blog, to myself really, a way of organizing my thoughts away from prying eyes. I'm not quite sure what i'm going to write or in what form it will be styled whether it be stories, poems, letters etc, just the first thing that comes to mind i guess. Most importantly this blog is for me and no one else. I can be myself here, yes that includes talking to myself and i can write both the ups and the downs of the day, week, month, or year... so George i dedicate this to you ( and of course Becca!)

Controlled

Becca is not a person she is a evil maniac dictator controlling my life, this is my first blog!