Thursday, November 20, 2008

The amazing world that is the mind
you never know what you may find
That dreamy nerd at the back of the class
Indifference makes you not ask

What is he thinking? Why care?
To make fun is why he's there
What a loser he does seem
Where is he going in that day dream?

I bet it's somewhere people are kind
Somewhere deep inside his mind
An amazing mind it must be
To make it so he cannot see

The taunts and tricks played on him
He stays content, so deep with

Lost he shall be forever more
No longer can he find the door
Now he's trapped, there he'll stay
He's floating further everyday

That was a poem I had published when I was 15 (Im not sure if they had blogs then). Anyway my last exam is tommorow morning so it's back to the books. I am a psychology student by the way, probably where all the mind pondering has lead me to.

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Two more days and exams will be over. I am looking forward to the adventures Summer is going to bring, we have so much planned.

Soothing whispers of the ocean swell
calling me calling me

I'm trying to sleep but all I can see
is the shore thats calling me

The heat on my back the salt on my skin
they are what is calling me

The glistening wave gliding wild and free
thunderous break keeps calling me

The sun and the surf that melts to one
just one stop caling me

that magnificant break along the ocean quay
will never cease from calling me

What freedom. What pure and utter escape.

Monday, November 17, 2008

Theologian Paul Tillich Described existential anxiety as "the state in which a being is aware of its possible nonbeing" He listed three categories of nonbeing and resulting anxiety: ontic (fate and death), moral (guilt and condemnation), and spiritual (emptiness and meaninglessness).

The latter is the fear that I feel cripping up on me sometimes when is sit still for a moment draw myself back from the whirlwind of my life. Which is why I'm here I hope to capture some of the spirit and raw emotion I felt only a few years ago when I believed myself to be a fabulous teenage writing, who would open the eyes and hearts of million and save the universe.

Although my goals may not be quite so extraordinary now, I do wish to rid myself of long residing writers block and along with it chase away my looming existential anxiety. And it's why I am here. I have always consider myself to be a bit of a ludite but perhaps a blog is just what I need to inspire myself to write.