A small selection of fragments from my previously twisted soul... or just a few 'poems'

Wow. It's been a while. Christmas is over, I'm waiting to not get invited to new years eve parties, and I haven't written a blog for almost a month. I don't know what to write about. I was looking through my old PC files, and found a folder called 'Loz'. In this were some song lyrics I wrote over a year ag, on the wave of a particularly bad, and especially upsetting breakup. These are small 'poems', that I intended to write music for but could never find inspiration to do so. Maybe someday.

But for now, I hope you enjoy. And for the record, I am no longer this depressed or twisted.

'Untitled'

Today
Won’t ever go away
I’ll take this feeling from the clouds above us
And put it in my pocket

I know
That we’ll have our lives to show
And the emptiness inside me
Has been driven out

'Untitled #2'

I never should of called
And cast my broken words on your wall
As I enter the cold
And lonely world at the start of the fall
'Untitled #3'

We sit and hold each others hand
a love that I could only hope to find
I look at you and then you kiss me

But when I see your smile
The world it stops spinning and
My time stands still

Maybe I'll put some more up at some point, but for now that's all.

And I'm happy now :)

Essay writing...

Well christmas is nearly here. Which means a load of work for me. This is me attempting to write an essay in the library, with Alex next to me saying 'go on, blog... do it'. Thanks Alex.

Here's the question:

Using an example of a recent news story, discuss the ways in which it has been mediated for broadcast or publication.

Fun eh?

Needless to say, I'm struggling. If I could apply myself I would breeze it. But that's the problem. I get distracted. Very easily. The fact I'm here doing this shows it. 1500 words. That's two 750's. That's two 375's. 375 words for 4 days. How hard can that be. And yet here I am. This inability to do work stems from an early age. Revision for exams in school was impossible. I would ALWAYS end up doing something else. Playing guitar. Playing Xbox. Counting the hairs on my leg. The usual. Maybe it's something I need to work on. Or maybe I'm doomed to a life of late nights and rushed assignments fuelled by caffeine and a stubborn will.

Whatever the case, I can rest assured that writing this has allowed me to procrastinate for another five minutes.

That's all folks.

Loz