So. Who am I: Teesee, a collective of experiences, some good, some bad and some bloody awful. I’m funny (no really, just ask Peter, who'll supply the references, quotes and one liners I tend to exhale on a bi-millisecond basis) and I live to write. Someday I hope to be able to write to live, but until then, you’ll get my ramblings for free. I’m cool like that.
I close my eyes to you, and my ears.
I shy away from you, you are my fears.
You caused me worry, you caused my pain –
I would be happy, to never see you again.
But it’s a new year, and I can pray.
That I can and will, get through each day.
And thinking not, of the year gone by,
I will not miss you, I will not cry.
Goodbye 2010, I won’t miss you. You’ve been a trying year. I’m ready for 2011 and all it may bring.
One of my favourite things to do in the entire world is to drink tea. So naturally, I spend my leisure time sitting in a tea shop by the river. Throughout the month they hold various events which I try and attend as often as I can, money permitting. Although the events are free, the amount of money easily spent buying and trying the different flavours of tea soon adds up, so I don’t go as much as I’d like.
But last night I did go. And as both my housemate and I enjoy drinking tea, she came with me.
I arrived straight from work, quickly dashing into the toilets to change out of my work clothes. I don’t think wearing a top bearing the logo of a worldwide corporation really projects the sort of cool, sophisticated arty type I fail to be.
You came into my life, unannounced and unexpected,
Yet here you are, standing tall – you’ve left me totally affected.
With every word, with every piece, of information I’ve digested,
I know you more, I’m in too deep; I think I really should be tested.
For my sanity has left me, or perhaps it’s just arrived.
I never knew the difference until you looked into my eyes.
And as my world began to turn; I found you caught me by surprise.
With every passing moment, we come closer yet, to our goodbyes.
You stayed only for a second, I’ll remember you longer still.
I’ll try and count forever, but I don’t think I have the will –
To see that far ahead as I keep on looking back.
Know only this, I miss you; I watch our curtain fade to black.
If I were likened to a river then I’d be a shallow pool.
On the surface I do shimmer, but then sometimes, not at all.
A hundred different faces a thousand different traits,
What you see inspires love and in others it’d be hate.
If seeing gives you proof then you’d surely heed my call.
But close your eyes a moment and you might just let me fall.
Would I hurt, would I break – or would I simply lose my shape?
And even glue would fail to fix, my sad and sorry little bits.
If I were to lighten up a room, I wouldn’t be the source.
I’d only show the surface, that’s on the outside of course.
To reveal your inner-self you have to know what’s true.
My question isn’t what am I, but what the hell are you?
Hint: Inanimate object.
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Just something I wrote for Uni. I wanted to put another verse in there but never found the time. Anyone guess what the object I’m describing is supposed to be?