I am to turn 26 this year. Tumultuous has been my life. A near constant struggle with how I fit into the world is starting to ease off. Starting writing bits during a very dark teenage year - I always would write after someone had taken something from me, a theme startlingly obvious in some of my poems. In recent years I have learnt to write when I'm happy, and last year was asked to write a poem for a book that was coming out.
I started writing editorials briefly for a couple of independent magazines at the start of this year, and I currently have a plan for a novel which seems a long way off being written, but I have faith something will come of it.
I like to paint and draw, and recently have been inspired by Matisse's free and easy style; the vast amount of work Picasso produced; and the terrible serenity I find in some of Magritte's work.
I guess in the writing world, I was heavily inspired by the lady herself, Ms. Plath; discovering her work about 5 years ago was a real joy to me. I also loved the metaphysical poets, with Thomas Carew's 'To my mistress in absence' being a firm favourite. I can't deny I used a few lines of that poem to woo men after I had heard it....boy did it work a treat!
If I'm being perfectly honest, I don't read many other poets works. Perhaps after reading my work one could suggest some I may enjoy?
I recently got into spoken word, which I find fascinating. I've had a couple of goes myself, but 'Hold On' is my best (unfinished) attempt so far.
I think that's enough about me, I am unfamiliar with this site as my partner just decided he was going to put my work up without telling me. I hope you enjoy what you see and any feedback given is greatly appreciated, I have been terrified to let my poems out online in fear of them being snatched away.
Anyway, enjoy :) peace n love brothers and sisters
Sultans of the Ottoman
Men of Timbuctoo,
Lotharios all over
But none could love like you.
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Your horse no longer has legs, your body has lost its head.
The excitement of the chase, the take,
Is what thrills you.
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I am evaluating myself
What an equation to solve!
Looking algebraically at my reflection
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Fat drops roll down my cheeks, they grieve
The part of me I gave to you,
The inconceivable part, that nobody ever gets a hold of.
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There are many a thing, about being a lad,
That I remember still to this day.
But 'ave good manners, they cost you nothing,
Is what me ole grandpa would say.
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