Pensividity

As we move through this life

With creativity

There is something to be said

For pensividity.

Knowing what you've got

and what's your lot

in this crazy old life

We lead. 

Continuing on through

in navigation

Whirling in the seas

of inspiration. 

Curious

Stranger

I see your face

You seem like a stranger

and yet I know you so well.

How did we ever get so close?

How did we end up so far away?

My brain tells me I don't know you

but my heart still beats in memory

The emotions struggling in disconect.

Whatever happened?

Why did I trust you?

It seems so long ago,

and yet so fresh in mind

'Us' is a distant thought. 

How did we even start?

Why did it end?

I'm not bitter or heartbroken

My brain has sanitised my emotions

A surgical removal of connection to you.

What did you see in me?

What did I see in you?

A skip in communication,

a phone line struggling to connect

the dots.

But now I see your face,

and you seem like a stranger,

and I wonder how I ever knew you at all.

Curious

Cliff

Woah. Blogger got fancy...

I don't really use this blog all that much, something I'm a little bit sad about, but to be honest, it has never been something I felt I could really invest in.

I only really post here as an outlet. A publication form for my poetry and writings. Somewhere to muse and mumble, and who cares who reads it.

Right now I'm at a rather unique stage of life.

I've said before that I felt like I was jumping off a cliff, now I feel like I'm at the very very biggest cliff I can think of, because I can't see the bottom.

For the first time in my life, there are no time scales. As a baby, it was getting ready for school. In school, it was about looking ahead to University, and in University it was about looking forward to work.

But now that I've graduated, man, it's totally different to what I expected. I have no idea what to do next...

Totally fun hey.

Pensividity

Two poems for you this evening. December 25th, 2011.

Big storms in Melbourne tonight, and driving in the rain always makes my brain explode with artsy and pensive thoughts.

So, I love and I hate Christmas. You spend time with family, which is good, but also extremely stressfull. You try and spend time with friends and people you love, but they are all trying to do the same, so innevitably you are all too busy to actually spend time doing the things you actually want to do. People get so wound up in the spirit of things, and things have to go this way or that, it is crazy.

But anyway.

These poems. One I started out with the intention to write, and shaped and thought it through with some sort of structure. The second one just started flowing out my brain and I let it happen.

So here are my troubled thoughts. Imagine them set to pensive guitar music or something.

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Christmas is a time of melancholy joy.

Of lonely comradery.

Christmas is a time of broken completeness.

Of overfull empty.

Christmas is a time of buying pricelessness.

Of greedy selflessness.

Christmas is a time to remember a child born to die,

Of hope lost and hope gained.

Christmas is a paradox bound up in Love.

Curious

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Like a whiteboard
Our hearts are.
Constantly changing
Always rearranging
Our hearts are.

Some people write something simple
Staying only for a while
Before they are erased
From our memory

Some people write in permanent marker
Leaving a constant reminder
Of what they once were
Before we scrub them away.

Some marks we hold on to
Some we wipe away.
Some marks we can't get rid of
Staining our hearts with ugly.

Whiteboards change
A moment in time,
Always the same
But always changing
Our hearts are.

Curious

Flowers

Flowers are new,
but flowers are old.
New possibilities
Withered in the cold.

My heart is like a flower
New with every beat,
yet fading and aging,
with every pulse, defeat.

Life is just begining,
but old as the dawning sun,
a part of my story is ending,
but the best part has just begun.

Curious

Eyes

I love eyes. The eyes that penetrate to the very soul. Eyes that know.

The eyes of a child. The eyes that discern your very thoughts.

Eyes that watch. Eyes that care.

I love eyes that love.

Curious