My many ramblings, creations and productions.

Art:

Art for me general consists of something technological.
My poems tend to be to personal to publish, i'm kinda hoping someone will put them together into a book after i die.
I wouldn't need a autobiography then, everything is in my writing.

One of the Photo's from my Cheshire Cat Shoot
which was entered into a competition themed on Alice in Wonderland:




True Beauty
*I have taken to adding a few lines at the end of my poems to add to them,
thought and feelings i had while writing.

Sculptures fall,
Paintings fade,
Beauty wrinkles
with old age.

It cannot be
stored or kept,
even memories
of when you slept

together, beneath
that old oak tree,
with the wonky branch
that made it seem

as if it was leaning
on a stick,
like an old man,
who was feeling sick,

sick of fighting,
sick of war,
sick of hiding
behind his door,

sick of living,
life in general,

because he's forgotten,
what he swore
would last forever,
or forever more.


*Forever only exists as long as inteligence to contemplate it does.
*Time and death are the same thing, one's just a little bit slower.




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I love your poem it's pretty The chesire cat like pic made me giggle! I love it!

Wow
Thats Awesome

Haha, thanks, i thought that picture looked half-decent on deviantArt, here it just looks comical.

That's everything even close to artistic i've done this week, plus that picture. 8 things. It's tuesday. Can you tell i'm on "study leave"?

Well me, you, Alex, Ryan, Rikie and many others are

This has the same rythm and pattern as my last poem,
but try and read it faster, happier, it's supposed to be funny.
It's also a love poem. I'm not telling you who it's about.

Puppy Eyes

It was raining
on the way to work,
my boss was acting
like a jerk,

i's crashed the car
but was barely late,
some people can get
just so irrate.

On the way the home,
no more rain,
but a lorry splashed me,
such a pain!

I arrive home,
wet and cold,
and my puppy,
two months old,

had chewed the sofa,
nawed the table,
i tried to catch her,
but wasn't able.

Her steel cage,
well of course she,
had chewed through that
as well you see.

Plus my dress,
for the christmas party,
and my easel,
for when i'm feeling arty,

She'd eaten a cushion,
torn another,
and gone were the pearls,
from my mother.

(I'd never liked them
anyway,
they were always awkward,
and in the way.)

She was cowering,
under a chair,
just in the corner,
and over there,

a large brown dollop,
that was it,
she was not going
to do a shit,

on my carpet,
in my room,
(She backed away,
and knocked over a broom.)

I lunged,
she leaped,
then she landed
on her feet.

I, however,
was not so catlike,
and landed, face down,
on her shagpile.

It stunk,
so did i,
i went to shower,
but then another,

another dollop,
on the floor,
i glanced around,
looking for more.

I glance up,
i stare.
A small smile,
you're there.

Bucket and spade,
ready in hand.
Willing to help,
to the bitter end.



*I was planning to end with the "I glance up.. ..you're there." verse, but it needed another one i think.