My writing

[007XX]

Oi! You best not be referring to moi!

Geee...we know you got balls, but that would be taking a bit far, wouldn't it?

Hxc, as always, really enjoy reading your work. Keep posting mate!

[hXc]

No mother, wasn't referring to you. To the people who are controlled and fooled by our government and other such things.

And thanks 007XX, I shall continue to post. Onearmedbandit obviously got over whatver problem he had.

[hXc]

A nameless one for now. I shall think of a title over the next few days.


You're striving to meet face to face.
You already stepped on the tail
And you follow and follow
through
deja vus...
Or flashbacks.

[Hitcher]

You're starting to repeat yourself.

[hXc]

Maybe you've got deja vu.

[Hitcher]

Maybe you've got deja vu.

Possibly. But try as a I may, I can't spot the difference between your post of 9 January and that of today.

[hXc]

We Have Ways Of Making You Friendly

Is it me or is it cold in here?
Is it me or are you cold in here?
You must be because it's never me.
I'll warm it up in a way you won't expect, with
Paranoia
Jealousy
Anger
Hate
Tears.

Let me in let me in
You don't mind.

Let's go for a walk.

Do they mind?
They mind and I'm
Paranoid
Jealous
Angry
Hate
Tears all over the floor and
Writing all over the toilet walls.


Thoughts From Inside A Mind Cell

Teenager's
Mind can't go out tonight, that's why
He's angry.
Never wanted to get blind drunk
But I can't hear
Fuck
In all the noise she makes
Groaning and
Whimpering, she's
Snapping the freedom that counts in half.
Living under your iron censor is what
Makes me angrier. I'm screaming
Out from the
Inside. I'm putting a
Cold face on a
Boiling brain and one day
I'll go
Bang.

And I can't wait to
See your face.

[hXc]

Sandcastles

Yours was a dark, wet castle of the ocean,
made of one of those cliche
red pails children bring to the beach.
My own I piled in a hill
without water, for I need no help.

The sand I grabbed
rushed like tiny satin bedsheets
through my fingers, curled near fist,
until only grains remained
stuck between the
skins of my palm,
trapped at the top of an hourglass.

And the ocean pounced upon
us. We kneeled as the wave scuttled back
to the body it knew, and we
watched our toes grow from
beneath the slush of sand.
And there, I forgot about
my hourglass.

[hXc]

Concave and Convex

Said convex: "Bend over,
and I'll give you a surprise.
My manliness is bulging out,
my many-splendored prize.
I pride myself on muscles fat
and power next to none;
You'll make me darling daughters,
or maybe brawny sons:
a brand new generation,
of pelvic-thrusting giants,
their irresistible virility
will stump the highest science.
I'll raise them with convexity
and manly outward push
I'll teach them how to get it hard
And where to hunt for tush."

Said concave: "Yes, master, please,
I'm yours now, I'll obey,
Don't be delicate at all,
If it hurts, I'll never say.
Every morsel of my innocence
you'll take, and I'll keep none;
I'll make you darling daughters,
or maybe brawny sons:
a brand new generation
of cooking, cleaning, mothers
who'll never say, "I want to, please,"
or "If I had my druthers..."
I'll raise them with concavity
and womanly submission,
I'll teach them how to pleasure men
in every which position."

But said the one with psyche smooth,
"An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth."


Duty

I stepped in dog poop.

The smell stalks me around
like a poltergeist
like...
duty?

Dog duty on my shoe.

Imagine a world where
shoe poop is sacred:
"The duty is on your shoe.
It is your responsibility
to whiff it in with
every breath.
God sees your footsteps
and he smells
their brown pungency
and it leads you
to heaven
or down to hell."

I don't fancy
such scatological sermon,
so grungy shoes
and duty I abjure,
by scraping the stuff
off my soul.

[hXc]

Timmy

Sure, I've got pictures of my own,
Of the people and the places that I've known
Here's one; I'm carrying your suitcase
Outside of Alphabet City

Take another picture;
With your click, click, click, click camera

I never even asked your name.

[hXc]

I'm entering a few of my poems in the National Schools Poetry Competition this year. These are the ones I'm considering entering in the poetry section of the competition (there's also a lyric section too).

About Human Nature

I'm no longer certain of what I am told
Because the fairy tale can't be fact.

But it's nice thinking
Because nobody can do what 'everybody' wants.

Sometimes all I have are sad dreams.

All around me there are wooden men who hate each other and have corks in their ears.
And all of them think they are made of plastic.
I'd love to believe one of them but I don't want to be
Made out of wood.

A lot of people will be disappointed
When I admit that sometimes all I have are
Sad dreams
About human nature.
______________________________

Sandcastles

Yours was a dark, wet castle of the ocean,
made of one of those cliche
red pails children bring to the beach.
My own I piled in a hill
without water, for I need no help.

The sand I grabbed
rushed like tiny satin bedsheets
through my fingers, curled near fist,
until only grains remained
stuck between the
skins of my palm,
trapped at the top of an hourglass.

And the ocean pounced upon
us. We kneeled as the wave scuttled back
to the body it knew, and we
watched our toes grow from
beneath the slush of sand.
And there, I forgot about
my hourglass.
______________________________

Thoughts From Inside A Mind Cell

Teenager's
Mind can't go out tonight, that's why
He's angry.
Never wanted to get blind drunk
But I can't hear
Fuck
In all the noise she makes
Groaning and
Whimpering, she's
Snapping the freedom that counts in half.
Living under your iron censor is what
Makes me angrier. I'm screaming
Out from the
Inside. I'm putting a
Cold face on a
Boiling brain and one day
I'll go
Bang.

And I can't wait to
See your face.
______________________________

Timmy

Sure, I've got pictures of my own,
Of the people and the places that I've known
Here's one; I'm carrying your suitcase
Outside of Alphabet City

Take another picture;
With your click, click, click, click, camera

I never even asked your name.

[Maha]

There once was lady from Nantucket
........ah, ya probabaly already heard it.....

[hXc]

Aye you be right young Mark.

[hXc]

I have no idea what I'm going to call this. It's a song though. Slow and acoustic. Quite melancholic, although the words don't generally suggest so.


In mourning, sea fog
Makes small things visible.
Pearls cling to petals.
Pine needles are fringed with glass.

The sea breaks against rocks.
Heaving back, it breaks again.

What does the wild rose know of its beauty?
Have you any idea what you've given me?

[yungatart]

I have no idea what I'm going to call this. It's a song though. Slow and acoustic. Quite melancholic, although the words don't generally suggest so.


In mourning, sea fog
Makes small things visible.
Pearls cling to petals.
Pine needles are fringed with glass.

The sea breaks against rocks.
Heaving back, it breaks again.

What does the wild rose know of its beauty?
Have you any idea what you've given me?

He played this to us last night.
Its reminiscent of Coldplay ish, very melodic and gentle.
I reckon he needs to record it, it was great!