Indeed. In today's blog, I thought I'd show you a poem that a fellow You Tuber and I did. It's called 'Look To The Stars'. Please visit either, www.youtube.com/user/fellowtuber123 or www.youtube.com/user/Joshbuckler to see our collaboration video.
Look to the Stars
The moon bound all power in my eyes that night.
The sky was completely black. It was entirely white.
The streetlamps were muted in the evening mist.
There's a speck on the sidewalk, thought to not exist:
A point among and beneath unremarkable specks
that can't spit into rage at the encircling disconnect.
Warm, pure breaths stab harsh, cool air,
Nothing in the world can expunge my despair.
Dustbins placed on the edge of the street,
No one's around. Only thoughts to defeat,
Somebody's begging me to kindly knock them down.
So I make my statement before the sleeping town.
None have held strong faces in an empty room,
They worry themselves for the impending doom.
So light yourself a cigarette, pour a glass of wine,
You're only tying knots with your hand-made twine.
And melt through the walls of your cage. It is, after all, a lie.
A toast to the man in the tower, and one for the moon in the sky.
That won't heal the wound; it'll cushion the fall.
You'll just trip, tumble then cry out and crawl.
Yet you will not be finished, you will not be killed.
A maker starts beneath the ground, all structures to rebuild.
You are much stronger than they think you are,
Keep your eyes focused and look to the stars.
Friday, 30 October 2009
Monday, 26 October 2009
Liking My Own Company
It feels rather odd to say this, but I personally enjoy my own company. Before anyone jumps to conclusions and thinks that I'm some sort of loner, I do like to be around friends and family. But it seems that over the years I've grown to like my own company more and more.
I live in a family of five (myself included). Therefore I'm always around people and theirs ways, plus the fact that I'm in school roughly six hours a day means that I'm in constant contact with others. When I was younger, basically a toddler, I would have obviously needed to be around some sort of adult most of the time, i.e aroud my parents or relatives. Because if they weren't there, I could've hurt myself etc. But now that I'm older, I'm more independent and I can look after myself. So obviously my parents trust me to be on my own and have a little more privacy.
Being around my family gets annoying sometimes. Of course I love them and couldn't live without them, but every now and then I wish I just lived in my own house somewhere else. I suppose it's only natural to feel this way as we all need time to ourselves every once in a while...
But there's more reasons why I spend most of my time by myself doing what I want to do. It's because my family and friends don't really share my interests, so when I'm around them I just get bored and go do my own thing. Usually that would entail writing some poetry/short stories, reading, going for a cycle or playing guitar. That's not always the case though. Sometimes I do enjoy things my family do.
Some my argue I'll end up being a depressed loner, but I have to disagree. I believe I'm strong enough to control the balance between the company of myself and the company of others.
I live in a family of five (myself included). Therefore I'm always around people and theirs ways, plus the fact that I'm in school roughly six hours a day means that I'm in constant contact with others. When I was younger, basically a toddler, I would have obviously needed to be around some sort of adult most of the time, i.e aroud my parents or relatives. Because if they weren't there, I could've hurt myself etc. But now that I'm older, I'm more independent and I can look after myself. So obviously my parents trust me to be on my own and have a little more privacy.
Being around my family gets annoying sometimes. Of course I love them and couldn't live without them, but every now and then I wish I just lived in my own house somewhere else. I suppose it's only natural to feel this way as we all need time to ourselves every once in a while...
But there's more reasons why I spend most of my time by myself doing what I want to do. It's because my family and friends don't really share my interests, so when I'm around them I just get bored and go do my own thing. Usually that would entail writing some poetry/short stories, reading, going for a cycle or playing guitar. That's not always the case though. Sometimes I do enjoy things my family do.
Some my argue I'll end up being a depressed loner, but I have to disagree. I believe I'm strong enough to control the balance between the company of myself and the company of others.
Sleep Talker
Unfortunately I share a room with my older sister, Chloe. We sleep in a bunk bed, Chloe’s on the top, and I’m on the bottom. Chloe often complains to me about my snoring in the night. Obviously, I can’t help this, and often I don’t snore. Usually, if I am though, Chloe would yell down to me and tell me shut up. Charming, eh? I would reply in sleepy groans and flop back to sleep.
But just over the past few months, Chloe has told me that instead of snoring, I’ve been sleep talking. One night, she told me I was blurting out random words like, “Grass! Colour! Dog!” On another occasion, she said that I was talking about something rather disturbing and creepy. She’s never told me what it was though, and I’m not sure I want to find out.
I want to know the cause of this. Personally, I thought that I must have something on my mind. But I never lose sleep over anything, everything’s fine in school, my family life is perfect and I’m not having any friend troubles. It’s very peculiar.
I’ve researched it a bit more the hope that I can get some answers to my questions. A website has told me that in lighter stages of sleep, you are more likely to be capable of speech, whereas in a deeper sleep you are limited to just moans and groans. It states that the causes of sleep talking can be anxiety disorders, strain, and fevers, none of which I’m aware that applies to me. Below is a piece from the website:
“What are the causes of sleep talking?
Sleep talking may be associated with:
• Psychiatric disorders such as anxiety disorders.
• Medical disorders like febrile illness (fever).
• Sleep disorders such as obstructive apnoea syndrome, sleep walking, or REM sleep behaviour”
Taken from http://www.buzzle.com/articles/sleep-talking.html
I just don’t understand it. I’m not going to worry about it too much though, it’s not really a big deal to me, but I am curious…
But just over the past few months, Chloe has told me that instead of snoring, I’ve been sleep talking. One night, she told me I was blurting out random words like, “Grass! Colour! Dog!” On another occasion, she said that I was talking about something rather disturbing and creepy. She’s never told me what it was though, and I’m not sure I want to find out.
I want to know the cause of this. Personally, I thought that I must have something on my mind. But I never lose sleep over anything, everything’s fine in school, my family life is perfect and I’m not having any friend troubles. It’s very peculiar.
I’ve researched it a bit more the hope that I can get some answers to my questions. A website has told me that in lighter stages of sleep, you are more likely to be capable of speech, whereas in a deeper sleep you are limited to just moans and groans. It states that the causes of sleep talking can be anxiety disorders, strain, and fevers, none of which I’m aware that applies to me. Below is a piece from the website:
“What are the causes of sleep talking?
Sleep talking may be associated with:
• Psychiatric disorders such as anxiety disorders.
• Medical disorders like febrile illness (fever).
• Sleep disorders such as obstructive apnoea syndrome, sleep walking, or REM sleep behaviour”
Taken from http://www.buzzle.com/articles/sleep-talking.html
I just don’t understand it. I’m not going to worry about it too much though, it’s not really a big deal to me, but I am curious…
My Future
I'm at the stage where a lot teachers in school put pressure on you to decide what career you would like to do in the future. In order for me to grow up to earn good money, but do what I enjoy, I've been thinking about my career options more seriously as when I come to do my GCSE's I'll need to have some sort of plan in mind.
So here are the career choices that I have picked:
1/ A graphics designer.
OR
2/ An English teacher (high school)
I've researched them a bit on this great website called, 'FastTomato.com'. It lets you fill out a questionaire about what you like etc, and then gives you a number of jobs that would best suit you. You can click on the options for what the job entails and it also tells you what subjects and grades you'll need to get at GCSE and A level to become one.
Being a graphics designer is my main option. I love art and design, computers, TD and I've got lots of ideas. My cousins husbund's a graphics designer and he owns his own business. Appartently he earns a lot of money designing websites for different clients. I'm quite excited about it.
My second option you'll see is an English teacher. I have a great passion for English and have enjoyed the subject since I was in primary school. I think if my graphics designer job didn't pan out alright I would have this job to fall back on.
Either way, I know what I want for my life, and that's always good, but I'm difinately open to change. But for now, I think I'll just continue being a teenager poet, life's too short to let my child-like thoughts fade away.
Naomi
So here are the career choices that I have picked:
1/ A graphics designer.
OR
2/ An English teacher (high school)
I've researched them a bit on this great website called, 'FastTomato.com'. It lets you fill out a questionaire about what you like etc, and then gives you a number of jobs that would best suit you. You can click on the options for what the job entails and it also tells you what subjects and grades you'll need to get at GCSE and A level to become one.
Being a graphics designer is my main option. I love art and design, computers, TD and I've got lots of ideas. My cousins husbund's a graphics designer and he owns his own business. Appartently he earns a lot of money designing websites for different clients. I'm quite excited about it.
My second option you'll see is an English teacher. I have a great passion for English and have enjoyed the subject since I was in primary school. I think if my graphics designer job didn't pan out alright I would have this job to fall back on.
Either way, I know what I want for my life, and that's always good, but I'm difinately open to change. But for now, I think I'll just continue being a teenager poet, life's too short to let my child-like thoughts fade away.
Naomi
'The X-Factor' Rant
Let's pretend you are a typical teenage human being. You go to school on a Monday morning and enter your form class just as the bell rings. You sit down on your usual seat, when you're surrounded by fellow classmates who suddenly start babbling about 'The X-Factor' o Saturday night. The girls are excited about a cute boy who's a contestant, while the boys are constantly talking about how hot Cheryl Cole is.
This is what I have to deal with frequently in my school life. If you don't know what 'The X-Factor' is, it's a singing competition television programme, where normal people from the public in the United Kingdom can enter to show off their good (or in some cases, not so good) voices to the judges, and the viewers at home.
For some strange reason, mainly young people sit in their living rooms and watch this crap every single year. I've seen it all before, and I'm tired of watching cocky, annoying people try to sing. Now, admittingly, there are some good singers who were featured on the show, but I just can't bear to watch it any longer. People get so obsessed with it and I can never understand how they can even THINK about getting to that state. Instead being outdoors, or socialising, these people are glued to their televison screens watching amateurs standing on a stage.
I hate it.
This is what I have to deal with frequently in my school life. If you don't know what 'The X-Factor' is, it's a singing competition television programme, where normal people from the public in the United Kingdom can enter to show off their good (or in some cases, not so good) voices to the judges, and the viewers at home.
For some strange reason, mainly young people sit in their living rooms and watch this crap every single year. I've seen it all before, and I'm tired of watching cocky, annoying people try to sing. Now, admittingly, there are some good singers who were featured on the show, but I just can't bear to watch it any longer. People get so obsessed with it and I can never understand how they can even THINK about getting to that state. Instead being outdoors, or socialising, these people are glued to their televison screens watching amateurs standing on a stage.
I hate it.
I'll give you a little taster...
Below is one of my more recent poems that I wrote...two days ago. My poetry isn't always as dark and rather as gothic as this, but I do ocassionaly dip into that style. Feel free to comment on my poem, as it's always good to get feedback.
I Kissed the Face of Death
Vomiting blood from my froth corrupted lungs on the ground,
He stands tall and watches me, the obscene mess, my head held down.
The Angel of Darkness kneels down beside me and whispers in my ear,
His words pollute my mind, and fills my psyche with fear.
Thoughts like thunderous explosions, hammering inside my head,
They turn my insides out, stolen soul, I am the living dead.
He touches me with blood stained hands, kisses me with bittersweet lips,
Try to escape but he enthrals me, his hands slide down my back to my hips.
Running his black nails through my hair, pushing me against the wall,
His tongue feeling round my mouth, over my body his fingers crawl.
My arms wrap round his broad shoulders, I give just as much in return,
I want his sour sweetness to remain in my mouth, his presence I yearn.
My lips are bleeding, my lungs feel tight, as he continues to osculate me,
His touch is torture, the pain unbearable, but I can not cease, can not flee.
It’s as if he’s clamped to my body, as if we were born conjoined at the hip,
The afflict of his affection on my mind and body, stinging like a whip.
After his constant attention, his perverted love, he finally slows down,
It seemed to last for hours, he and I had sweat across on our crowns.
But he held just as tight, possessive almost, while he stared at me with depth,
As I looked into his hypnotising eyes, I could not hold it in, I wept.
His ice cold skin touching mine as I breathe heavy, uneasy breaths,
My face, inches from his, his yellow eyes putting mine to the test.
He gives me one last kiss, so long and violent it’s left me without a breath,
As he turned away his draft of sweat lingered, I kissed the face of death.
And now I hunger with such lust for that kiss to touch my lips once again,
With me his seducing silence will forever in my mind remain.
Delicious movements tickling each other’s obscene person,
Whoever’s body he affectionately touches, that lust will eternally worsen.
I Kissed the Face of Death
Vomiting blood from my froth corrupted lungs on the ground,
He stands tall and watches me, the obscene mess, my head held down.
The Angel of Darkness kneels down beside me and whispers in my ear,
His words pollute my mind, and fills my psyche with fear.
Thoughts like thunderous explosions, hammering inside my head,
They turn my insides out, stolen soul, I am the living dead.
He touches me with blood stained hands, kisses me with bittersweet lips,
Try to escape but he enthrals me, his hands slide down my back to my hips.
Running his black nails through my hair, pushing me against the wall,
His tongue feeling round my mouth, over my body his fingers crawl.
My arms wrap round his broad shoulders, I give just as much in return,
I want his sour sweetness to remain in my mouth, his presence I yearn.
My lips are bleeding, my lungs feel tight, as he continues to osculate me,
His touch is torture, the pain unbearable, but I can not cease, can not flee.
It’s as if he’s clamped to my body, as if we were born conjoined at the hip,
The afflict of his affection on my mind and body, stinging like a whip.
After his constant attention, his perverted love, he finally slows down,
It seemed to last for hours, he and I had sweat across on our crowns.
But he held just as tight, possessive almost, while he stared at me with depth,
As I looked into his hypnotising eyes, I could not hold it in, I wept.
His ice cold skin touching mine as I breathe heavy, uneasy breaths,
My face, inches from his, his yellow eyes putting mine to the test.
He gives me one last kiss, so long and violent it’s left me without a breath,
As he turned away his draft of sweat lingered, I kissed the face of death.
And now I hunger with such lust for that kiss to touch my lips once again,
With me his seducing silence will forever in my mind remain.
Delicious movements tickling each other’s obscene person,
Whoever’s body he affectionately touches, that lust will eternally worsen.
Welcome to my new blog!
My name is Naomi and I'm a teenager. I've been writing poetry in a more serious way for approximately three years.
I started a You Tube account just over a year ago under the name of 'fellowtuber123', where I displayed my poetry videos that included visual footage to entertain my viewers. So far, it's been more of a success than I could ever have imagined, and I've made many like-minded friends in the process.
To publisize my work a little more, I decided that I'd create my very own blog to post my poetry on (among other types of blog posts). Here, my work will be organised and I can track in later years what I happened to be doing at a certain time.Overall, it should be a rather fun experience, and I hope to keep up the vlogging in the future.If you can, please visit my You Tube account to view my performances of my poems. (fellowtuber123)
Thank you,
Naomi
I started a You Tube account just over a year ago under the name of 'fellowtuber123', where I displayed my poetry videos that included visual footage to entertain my viewers. So far, it's been more of a success than I could ever have imagined, and I've made many like-minded friends in the process.
To publisize my work a little more, I decided that I'd create my very own blog to post my poetry on (among other types of blog posts). Here, my work will be organised and I can track in later years what I happened to be doing at a certain time.Overall, it should be a rather fun experience, and I hope to keep up the vlogging in the future.If you can, please visit my You Tube account to view my performances of my poems. (fellowtuber123)
Thank you,
Naomi
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