Thin Reality

For A2 English, I've started reading 1984 by George Orwell. This poem is about the protagonist Winston Smith, You'll have to read the book if you want to understand it fully ! :P Winston Smith He was a dead man, until he lived and even then, he was to...

Because we've all been called it once in our lives, and its my most hated word of all time. Naive is a word the old use for the young, because they don't want to acknowledge the wisdom of youth. Ex 23/5 I've spent two days visiting my grandpa in his nursing...

I haven't written a poem in a week ! What is this ?! Exams.. AS exams.. I've actually found them fun so far ! Greek Tragedy, General Studies and English Lit out of the way. All just Essay exams, but i love essays, when they're something you can really...

This poem is really satyrical, i dont actually want to kill my dog ! Be warned, i'm not kidding, it is really weird and dark humour i'd say. My dog I went for a walk today, my dog killed a rabbit, I couldn't think of what to say, it's just natures habit....

No Worries Noone has no worries, everyone has a life, however meagre, however rich they always have some strife because life is full of sorry's of pain and of lies, and of stories. But with all these happenings it is how we understand, and see the better...

Never Move I could sit here and never move, close my eyes and not see, stillness would make me calm, and not see, all this cluttered life that surrounds me, I could just stop and become a part of the scenery. Be a closed door, a world now silent, and...

4 poems from work again.. The Tragedies Whisper to me of Eurydice, sing to me of Orpheus, lament the doings of Clytemnestra, Agamemnon and Ajax, and praise the adventures of Odysseus. In years to come, we'll listen with bated breath, to the lives of the...

Some soppy ones i wrote a while ago.. The Lovers They Smile at me, from their Aloof boxes in the theatre of my Life. They started drinking at three, for they don't have a Care, they never feel any Strife. It doesn't matter whether I Smile back Or Not....

Bit depressing ! Written at work again. The Rain The rain passes the window, once or twice one hitting the glass and splitting into more. One water droplet down, the other now left a widow. On the glass of the door, the rain streams, the sky looks as...

From work again. The Cars Cars creep along the curving country road. One by one carring each, a varying load. Where they are headed, where they will go, only the present in the car, and sometimes not even them, know. The Empty Chair Who were you who sat...