tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47626355336588925952024-02-19T10:50:19.009+00:00The Epitome of StrangeWeird, wonderful and strange things i see and do.EpitomeofStrangehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15819507199595064142noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762635533658892595.post-4841118570353724422011-04-15T16:45:00.000+01:002011-04-15T16:45:49.632+01:00So it's been a monthI didn't give up on this blog.. More so.. life decided to kick me in the teeth. It's OK though. I've been through a lot in my 22 years and coping is something i have acquired along the way. I won't go into huge details but i will just say Breakups.. passing of loved ones, loss of work and strains of friendships have meant i had to take some time away from this. BUT.. in the time off i have secured new work, new ties and been presented huge opportunities in the music world. I will be spending this month doing a lot of writing and sharing with anyone who cares to read.<br />
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It's great to be backEpitomeofStrangehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15819507199595064142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762635533658892595.post-72776119182045092532011-03-04T03:13:00.000+00:002011-03-04T03:13:18.524+00:00Lyrics<i>Untitled </i><br />
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If everything was as easy as it seemed<br />
Then what would be the point in sleep and dreams<br />
If everything we were was all just make believe<br />
Then i choose to believe in fictional things<br />
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Allow me to share a memory or two<br />
Of broken promises of things we said we'd do<br />
When we were young, Dumb<br />
but love would pull us through<br />
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And i don't want to cry<br />
I know to you it is a past time<br />
i don't want to say goodbye<br />
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If i had but one dream you would close your eyes and wish for me<br />
and If i choose to believe i can not force how i want us to be<br />
You are new we are new and these are new words to sing<br />
Give me a chance and i will prove i am who i claim to be<br />
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So these are very fresh lyrics from my band Shoot The Moon. I felt like sharing something new. These lyrics are fairly different to my poetry which is part of the reason i wanted to post them. I will keep writing every day to improve my work.EpitomeofStrangehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15819507199595064142noreply@blogger.com32tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762635533658892595.post-3549434750614140182011-03-01T17:52:00.000+00:002011-03-01T17:52:34.042+00:00An oldie (Untitled)Your eyes so sweet and gentle<br />
Re-writing the book of love<br />
Indulging in a kiss too many<br />
Your body flows like liquid, honey<br />
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If anyone has a name to suggest i am open for suggestions. I'm really loving the shorter poems recently. This is an oldie i dug out of my 'stash'. I think i was 16 when i wrote this for an English class but i can't fully remember.<br />
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I thought I'd share some useful links too <br />
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<a href="http://www.rhymer.com/">www.rhymer.com</a> - If you are into rhyming and are stuck on a word this site can be very helpful. I do try and write from the heart but sometimes the words need a little help.<br />
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<a href="http://www.dictionary.reference.com/wordoftheday/">www.dictionary.reference.com/wordoftheday/</a> - Simple word of the day tool. I am always trying to build my knowledge of the written word. Today's word: Masticate<br />
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<div class="def rr_wid"> <div class="defn"><span id="hotword"><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;">1.</span></span><span id="hotword"><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;">To</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;">grind</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword">or</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword">crush</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword">with</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword">or</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword">as</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword">if</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword">with</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword">the</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword">teeth</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword">in</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword">preparation</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword">for</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword">swallowing</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword">and</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword">digestion;</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword">to</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword">chew;</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword">as,</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;">"to</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;">masticate</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;">food."</span> </span></div></div><span class="pron pos"></span> <div class="def rr_wid"> <div class="defn"><span id="hotword"><span id="hotword" name="hotword">2.</span></span><span id="hotword"><span id="hotword" name="hotword">To</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;">crush</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;">or</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;">knead</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword">(rubber,</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword">for</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword">example)</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword">into</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword">a</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword">pulp.</span> </span></div></div><span class="pron pos"><span id="hotword"><span id="hotword" name="hotword">intransitive</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword">verb:</span> </span></span> <div class="def rr_wid"> <div class="defn"><span id="hotword"><span id="hotword" name="hotword">1.</span></span><span id="hotword"><span id="hotword" name="hotword">To</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword">chew</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword">food.</span> </span></div></div><br />
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<a href="http://notepad-plus-plus.org/">http://notepad-plus-plus.org/</a> - free notepad replacement with many more features. I use it to write up my poems and lyrics.<br />
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I will share more links soon!EpitomeofStrangehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15819507199595064142noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762635533658892595.post-83120121131442655582011-02-28T15:29:00.000+00:002011-02-28T15:29:12.232+00:00A Fluttering ThoughtMy lips cannot speak the words<br />
The hands leave thoughts unwritten<br />
My heart still screams<br />
But my brain says do not listen<br />
So this is nothing!<br />
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I had something longer planned today but instead i give you 'A Fluttering Thought'. It's about self preservation. It is very short indeed but these thoughts have to be, so i don't linger on them.EpitomeofStrangehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15819507199595064142noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762635533658892595.post-31381685829738980952011-02-26T17:40:00.000+00:002011-02-26T17:40:11.486+00:00She is the RainShe falls and crashes in mighty splashes <br />
Against my window panes<br />
She trickles, she lands, through shattered glass <br />
Run through my floor like veins<br />
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And When rain collides with tear drops cried <br />
The past is washed away<br />
Through stormy skies comes sweet surprise<br />
Her name? she is the rain<br />
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I wanted to try something which was a bit easier on the mind. Something rhythmic. It's short again but its Saturday and i could use a chill out from a stressful week. Happy weekend all!EpitomeofStrangehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15819507199595064142noreply@blogger.com35tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762635533658892595.post-46096096952600889912011-02-25T02:02:00.000+00:002011-02-25T04:13:43.147+00:00How it feltI forgot how she looked,<br />
How she cried,<br />
All I remember is her hands,<br />
Crawling into the clasp of mine<br />
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I know how soft her skin felt,<br />
That, I can recall,<br />
She always wanted more,<br />
But what i gave...was my all<br />
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This poem is a few months old. It was written after my long term girlfriend and i parted ways. It's short. But i wanted to create a feeling of curiosity and felt by keeping it short i could leave space for the imagination of someone reading it to fill in their own details. I don't want to say much but what inspired me to write this particular poem was unconditional love.<br />
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Not all my posts will be poetry. It just seems to be my theme at the moment. Sadly no picture today!EpitomeofStrangehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15819507199595064142noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762635533658892595.post-47860072104561780182011-02-23T12:19:00.000+00:002011-02-25T04:14:03.777+00:00Loose Cuttings of the Great Oak<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">Every last tear drop has fallen</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">But more try to come</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">Dry eyes of mine gaze blankly</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">Looking for the ghosts to bring back the familiar</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">I long to hold you, my past in my arms </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">My beautiful memories of friendship</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">But time has no pity for the sad</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">The clock just ticks and tocks its way to the end of our time together</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">Time is cruel,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">“Time flies when you having fun”</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">Time also flies when you know your going to cry by the end of the night</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">Unwilling to forget</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">My eyes are broken</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">Everyone is here; I’m delusional holding onto my dreams</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">“New friends you’ll make” HAHA!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">Crowds of the unknown swallow me whole!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">The white rose stands alone in the field</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">Each petal that falls –</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">Where are my friends to catch me?</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">I’m alone. I’m so alone</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">A disconsolate place of uncertainty unfolds</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">Revealing the vast plains of nothing</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">The new roots grow</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">To bare the fruitless search for certainty</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">Take me home</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">Take me to the ones I love</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">Take me to the familiar</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">Take me anywhere where I am known</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">“Weeping won’t solve anything”</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">For once you are right</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">But the weeping –</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">It will stop the explosion </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">This is the first poem I ever wrote. I was around 14-15 at the time and it was written at a very confusing period of moving on from school and a family breaking up. Which affected me to a degree i wouldn't realise until a few years later. I would just like to share it with you as a raw poem from the heart. Hopefully it isn't too cliché. One of my dreams is to someday have a poem published. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><br />
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<span class="highlightedSearchTerm">The</span> <span class="highlightedSearchTerm">sun</span> <span class="highlightedSearchTerm">never</span> <span class="highlightedSearchTerm">says</span> <span class="highlightedSearchTerm">to</span> <span class="highlightedSearchTerm">the</span> <span class="highlightedSearchTerm">earth</span>, <br />
"You <span class="highlightedSearchTerm">owe</span> <span class="highlightedSearchTerm">Me</span>." <br />
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Look what happens with <br />
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It lights <span class="highlightedSearchTerm">the</span> Whole Sky. </div><br />
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This was written by Hafiz and is both simple and beautiful. It is quite possibly my favorite poem/verse ever written. It speaks such volume with so few words. Sometimes we need to remember that the people who love us the most do such great things in our life which can go unnoticed. This poem is a constant reminder to appreciate those i care about the most. I hope it inspires you.<br />
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Another quick picture i knocked up.EpitomeofStrangehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15819507199595064142noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762635533658892595.post-66966299686756927272011-02-22T02:37:00.000+00:002011-02-22T05:29:31.985+00:00Language & Expression<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=4762635533658892595&postID=6696629968675692727" name="main"></a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=4762635533658892595&postID=6696629968675692727" name="topstuff"></a> I have found that language can be such a hindrance to the whole spectrum of human emotion. My understanding of the written and spoken word shows me no sign of sympathy when trying to express the most primitive and complex feelings spewing out of my heart and mind at any thought provoking moment. Every moment of every memory is so delicate that writing a single word out of place can be truly depredating to the integrity of the memory itself. So how do i express? The question is perplexing. To recapture a moment with words, to let a whole world of emotions explode from a page and make you feel in the moment. The subtle <em><span style="font-style: normal;">intricacies</span></em> of a memory, a feeling, are not easily shared. For example. To say someone is devastated doesn't fully impose that feeling or emotion upon a reader. As someone who has experienced such a feeling in the sense of complete heartbreak. I can say that the word itself is hollow. It is ambiguous. Without description and context the canvas is bare. When i tell someone i am devastated they don't immediately think of the overwhelming sense of self criticism and vanity, which while hard to avoid are not completely without their place. The self exploration and curiosity of ones own flaws can show you deeper causes of unhappiness, healthier ways of expressing your angst and essentially dealing with it. It brings about a cruel kind of reassurance, a confirmation of feelings you had although not always expressed, a constant reminder of loss, a clarity of your own surroundings and people who care about you. What i never foresaw was the urge to change. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
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Made the picture in Photoshop in 2 minutes(You can tell!)</div>EpitomeofStrangehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15819507199595064142noreply@blogger.com6