Friends and Strangers

I cannot describe the people I meet,

As I wander down Silver Street,

From the old lady with her many bags,

To the businessman drawing on a fag.

Each has a life, a story to tell,

The clock strikes one, the toll of the bell,

And I continue on my meandering way,

Lamenting the already failing day.

I end up on the market, a familiar sight,

The many good people fuelling the good fight,

Fish mongers, meat sellers, pastries and pudding,

The frequent shout, “How much you wantin’ darlin’?”

The faces I see, strangers and friends,

Suffer no fools and follow no trends,

A most un-hip, lacklustre place,

But it doesn’t matter; I’ll explain my case.

The simplicity of a garden, with a train rumbling by,

Would make most of you shudder, and wonder why,

The tranquillity of such a scene appeals to me so,

I spoke to a girl last night,

She said wasn’t it a delight,

That I had come visiting.

The scratch of a zipper.

It came down to blows,

With a jibe,

A parry,

A monumental indecision.

We decided to dance the night away,

With my hands, one on her back,

One on her hip,

Leading her round that floor.

Round and round we flew,

Faster and faster,

Until the ceiling came crashing down,

And we were left swimming in the rubble.

The red haze descended,

And I couldn’t concentrate for it,

Couldn’t find any remedy for it,

Scratching like the scratch of a zipper.

So now I wait in solitude,

Wishing I have never been with her,

But I cannot help but wonder,

If I may have made a terrible plunder.

More poetry, probably influenced by my brain trying to escape out of my ears while writing essays :)

I walk the streets as the sun fails in the sky,

My companions are the sludge of humanity,

And the silent threat of an unspoken presence,

One I don’t dare acknowledge,

But I still tip my hat and rub shoulders as we walk.

The swings creak with the echoes of children’s laughter,

The roundabout with the thumping of tiny feet,

The tarmac with the tears and snuffles of scuffed knees,

Of summers long gone,

Of childhoods forgotten and idealised.

Grass squelching underfoot,

A flag shuddering under my feet,

A hidden reservoir of dirty water sloshing over my boots,

Soaking my feet.

Another street,

Another house,

Another life that is inconsequential to me.

Discontentment leaks out of every letterbox,

Every crack of every curtained window,

Like stale milk dripping down onto a fridge shelf,

Pooling, stagnating, festering.

The discontent of mundane lives.

The beautiful woman,

Who is just sinew and bone under her layered make-up,

The businessman of success; with a suitcase and tie,

The mask we all wear,

Stripped from us in judgement.

A photograph of a memory of a place,

A stain upon a piece of paper,

A companion, an accomplice?

Or not,

Just that unspoken presence,

I am alive.

I am a live.

I am vile.

I am free.

I am cheap.

I am trapped.

I am lonely.

I am alone.

I am baloney.

I am afraid.

I am fear.

I am frightful.

I am vertical.

I am horizontal.

I am perpendicular.

I am paradoxical.

I am parasitic.

I am pathetic.

I am hate.

I am horror.

I am hedonism.

I am greed.

I am degrading.

I am gruesome.

I am illogical.

I am unequivocal.

I am inexplicable.

Back home for xmas, and it's okay I suppose, not really been doing much. I got back on wed and since then I've been out for a meal and thats more or less it.

Have just cleared my room though and threw away a mental amount of stuff, and found a pile of 114 pokemon cards which I have no idea what to do with. But anyway...

First term at uni was fantastic, so much better than first year due to a mixture of better housemates, better location and me generally being a bit more sociable :) spent a lot of time at harry's and at Joes (student bar/coffee house thing), started fire spinning and writing for the paper, met loads more people who are really cool. All in all, not a bad start :D

Xmas day is nearly here and I'm all set, just a pity I more or less know what I'm getting. Going out for new year as well which should be interesting... wish I was back in bham earlier though, train back down is the 8th Jan, which is AGES away! Going Chester on wed with Cat and Charleen so thats something a bit exciting, and going out tomorrow for food with the fatties.

It was very very interesting to hear some of the things that some of my 'friends' had been saying about my uni life, one of my friends came down to visit and didn't get on with one of my very good friends down there. And I mean did NOT get on with. Anyway, hilarity ensued for me and the uni friend, friend from home wasn't impressed.

Epic!

I have an action plan for this year, join the student newspaper and maybe one or two other societies which will get me meeting people and hopefully inject some excitement into my otherwise bit shit exsistence. Also planning to catch up on the writing (all slash inspiration has fled from me, I've started a travel journal to write up about Croatia but fiction writing is going nowhere.)

Saw an old friend when I was back home who gave me a book, on one condition that I begin writing again immediately after finishing it. I haven't even started it yet due to unpacking from hol, packing for uni, stuff at church and I'm still reading my Slash autobiography which is fascinating. 

Anyway, still not unpacked about 50% of my stuff, I've got bags littered all around my room, and I'm yet to find a phone point to plug my phone line into to. I suspect the house may not have any which is stupid in my opinion. And no one else was in the house last night (my first night here) which was quite eery as the house is quite big and creaks quite a lot. Though, on the plus side, I have red curtains and lampshade in my room and black sheets/duvet on my bed so I get a nice lighting effect at night. Also we have a monster tv, wii and various playstations. The DVD collection is currently looking pitiful but now I've arrived with my quite impressive collection it's looking quite good. Same with my many many many posters that are now dotted around the white, plain walls.

Yay for  new year!