Unpublished Thoughts

I feel older than I am

Years have gone by,
I am coming of age,
Whilst young at heart and in appearance,
I’m weighed down with wisdom of life past my age.
I grow tired of the young
And their naive ways,
But outraged with the old for their stubbornness and ignorance to changing times.
My face is worn out,
Tired and flaccid,
Though my spirit is firm-standing,
Alive and well.
I think I’ll enjoy being old
When my time comes.
People will listen because the lines on my face will suffice as evidence for every line of pain, heartbreak and fond memory I share.
For now I am an observer,
Gathering mounds of wisdom,
Only to be shared when there is no time left.

10 ways to ‘live like you’re dying’

I can’t help but feel that If we all lived the entirety of our lives as if we were dying, we’d all have no regrets, so here’s how I reckon we should all do it:

1. watch the stars and moon at night, every night (if they’re not blocked out by city lights) until you fall asleep.

2. Eat desert first, why wait? You might choke on that last piece of broccoli, then you would’ve never tasted the chocolatey delight of Magnum (or any other desert of your choice)

3. (This one’s a cheesy one) say ‘goodbye’ properly whenever you walk away, like you might never see that person again

4. Enjoy the moment you’re in, don’t look forward to one that isn’t here yet.

5. Always say what you’re really thinking, you may not get another chance too.

6. Put 100% in all the time.

7. At a random point in your day, start skipping instead of walking (trust me, it’ll put a smile on your face, or at least on the faces of those you skip past)

8. (This may just be the most important one, I hope you’re noting this down!) Do what YOU love. If what you’re doing won’t get you to what you love or isn’t what you love, or you’re doing it to please someone else, STOP DOING IT NOW.

9. Take the ‘road less travelled on’ -can’t remember who said/wrote that quote but basically don’t be part of the crowd, be your own person (unless the crowd is running away from a psycho sloth beast; sloths scare me)

10. I don’t actually have a 10th guideline to living like you’re dying, I simply think 9 would be a weird number to stop at (yes I can be pedantic at times, it’s my thing) …so I guess it’s up to you what the final best way to ‘live like you’re dying’ is… have fun living!

The perfect quote to be my first tattoo!

Once writing has become your major vice and greatest pleasure only death can stop it. - Ernest Hemingway

The Explorer IV

As I walked along the hidden path I noticed the canopy of trees baring the blinding white light from the sun above. Their branches stretched out to reach the branches of trees opposite and closed in, clasping like fingers, clutching at one another, closing in on me. Cunning foxes scrambled about, too busy playing away to know I was even there, birds fluttered high whistling away the day. The flowers weren’t crushed or trodden on, the air was clean and light unlike city air that’s saturated with gases which weigh a ton. I stumbled upon such beauty, such purity, the forest wouldn’t let me get away. “The speaking land-thieves cannot know of this sacred place. If we let her go she’ll tell the others to come”, the wind began to howl, the trees bent so low as if the wind commanded them to bow. “They’ve crashed through the heart of our lands, destroyed our peaceful havens and replaced them with grey towers of cold stone, metal and glass! No more shall this go unnoticed.” And with this, the wind took me in his arms and swept me into the air.

Now I am all that you see inbetween the leaves of the trees, under the wings of the bees, I’m the high-pitched whistle you mistake for just the breeze, forever calling out ‘no please! Don’t kill the trees. Our lives are their lives, with them we die.’ No one listens though, no one cares. All I hear people speak of are stars with luscious locks of hair, deadly warfare, mundane and trivial things that are valued more than the extinction of polar bears. Oh mankind, what have you become. Long ago I was in despair, saddened by my removal from earth by the wind, but now I am in fear for humanity, and how little they care.

The Explorer III

An infinite galaxy sits waiting outside her window, but she can’t see the stars anymore, she’s blinded by the limelight.

The Explorer II

The soles of my shoes are worn and torn by my travels; my soul has been broken by the awful things I’ve seen…

The Explorer

I’ve walked the length and breadth of my tiny world, only to find myself at the door of your infinite universe…

I am human

A single spec stains my window,
solitary, imperfect, poisonous to the cleansed surface.

If I were to clean the insignificant spec, wipe it away, cease its existence, what would become of me?

I am as easily removed, no more important than the spec; harboring tiny sparks of life. No, to have the power to question my power is what gives me such strength.

What am I if not more important than all else? So arrogant and defiant in my ways. I kill, I taketh life big and small; the ants beneath my feet as I sway in a mindless fashion; the fish that lands upon my plate for me to feast upon.

I cause death and destruction, I’m unkind to my fellow man, I’m greedy, selfish, envious, devious, and judgmental but not all is lost. I see my flaws, I am my own judge but I cannot truly judge myself. Give me a name. What am I?