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Okay... so today I'm reading something to you which is... really old, uhh,
I wrote it when I was fourteen and I had a crush on someone at school, uhh, and
to be honest I was going through a bit of a phase of... of
writing things
which were
...I don't know...
They were really good!
This poem...
for example uh...
I entered a competition when I was sixteen uhh, when I was at college and I
Used this poem, because
it's one of those poems which was resolutely good
Uhh
and, and strange for a fourteen year old to
create such a mixture of words, I think... uhm...
and... it...
it just is. I mean I write poetry now which I don't think is, is as good
as this;
because the thing about this poem is
it's an amalgamation of two different themes: The theme of Ego
The theme of, uhhh....
what makes one write
and
that that that's one theme and then the other theme is, is is, the idea of what is
One's muse?
How, how do I, create this stuff?
because half the time, I've got to tell you, I don't know, I really don't... I...
I write stuff and I'm like "Woagh! Where's that come from?". Sometimes I'll write something and I'll
be like
"Bloody hell!" cos I'll just look through it...
(Yes I said Bloody hell).. uhm...
but you know, it's uhh, it's interesting and it's exciting especially when you do write something
and you don't know where it's come from.
So I hope you enjoy it uh...
it won me a competition; published in a book: as you can see...
And that's my name just to prove it
and uh...
Yeah so.... Enjoy!
The last time I saw the sky,
Was the first time I felt the rain,
The last thing I plan to see, is the crow above my head
The truth is; I don't know
I can't face the things that scream;
I don't know how
I am a practitioner, a God of words, a mixer, an alchemist and a lover
The pain which electrifies your heart; the speaker of forgotten languages.
The last kiss I felt;
Was the one I fell in to.
Forgetting my place in the world; Someone under something,
That comes from nothing
I am selfish
Prophetic for my own device, you are the feeling, the inspiration, the muse which makes
my spirit frown
And to frown is to smile... To think, is to smile...
Don't forget that what I write here is not what I am
It's what you are
What you interpret, What my soul creates.
What I write here is;
The last thing on my mind.