feed/feed_name/ $now Thoughts From A Small Room by Sam Hype Dark photos/640/ 2008-07-27T10:32:24Z 2008-07-27T10:32:24Z <img src="/photos/640.jpg" /><br />Cos I'm forced to comment >< <br /> photos/535/ 2007-11-17T16:34:43Z 2007-11-17T16:34:43Z <img src="/photos/535.jpg" /><br /> <br /> journal/492/ 2007-06-20T11:13:00Z 2007-06-20T11:13:00Z Passing through the sea of dread,A faint shiver runs carelessly down, <br /> Winding its way as it penetrates deep, <br /> Twisting, tearing at the fabric, <br /> It smirks slightly as it meets a once glowing heart, <br /> Burrows inside and beams from the other, <br /> A glance back of pure extacy as, <br /> In an instant, its work is done.<br /> journal/473/ 2007-06-05T21:34:00Z 2007-06-05T21:34:00Z Geo Prac Thursday (Rocks LOL!)<br /> Maths Monday<br /> Geo Tuesday (Rocks LOL!)<br /> Maths Wednesday journal/468/ 2007-06-02T20:32:00Z 2007-06-02T20:32:00Z "Sam stop writing crap and write a blog entry" - or along those lines.<br /> Well here it is, long overdue I think not...who really cares? No-one I think. Not anyone who'd show that they care anyway. So what has my life been like. Train-wreck? Kind of fits, but without the melting metal and twisted carcass. Or maybe with it? I have been in a roller coaster of a time recently, unable to settle on one state of mind, on one task. I've been in a bit of a trance really, barely managing to get though each day, and I have no clue what is keeping me going, because it seems that I have no carrot dangling in front of my face. I'd bite if it were there. I really would.<br /> <br /> So maybe poetry is a kind of female thing to do? I disagree, there are probably many more famous male poets than females...but that may just be partially down to the fact that until the last couple of hundred years, it was a woman's job to be seen, not heard, unless in the bedroom, then heard a lot. But it wasn't their job to be writing poetry and such...they probably were unable to do so. Writing and such...challenging stuff. But still, doesn't save my blushes that mine plain sucks, it's basically just my brain leaking slowly onto paper, then through my fingers onto a computer. Nonsensical. And no-one should worry about it.<br /> <br /> Should they worry about me? It's up to them. I had my exams...they went very badly, I'm keeping the first couple of weeks of September clear as that is when the retakes are due. Can't wait! Should be cracking fun...<br /> <br /> Cracking fun...not really what I've been having. I have had many times when my mind is preoccupied, stolen by the few people around who will dare to take, but only momentarily, and then once again back to my "inner-turmoil". Or whatever. But I should be GLAD, my exams are over, summer is here (the Sun and numerous people lying around in Hyde Park are the tell-tale clues there) and I should be carefree. Which I'm not. I need goals, worthwhile ones, and I need focus. I have neither. I am, as has been said...drifting.<br />