I used to write like.. poetry stuff when I was in high-school.. in English.. Yeah, I know it sounds wicked but I did.. burned them though after finishing high-school – i know, dramatic, I roll that way it seems. Kept only one that I had send to a site poetry.com
I don’t remember exactly, but I think it was like a contest to get your poetry published in a compilation named “The sound of poetry”. So, the way I got to keep it was that they had send a letter back to me with the poem asking me to approve to publish it by sending it back with any corrections. But I didn’t send it.. for some reason.. Here it is.
No name, just a moment..
(by me – some time before or in 2001)
I got this peculiar feeling
A flea that eats a man
And sucks his blood
Until he’s all out of his gut
And eats and sucks until the flea is damned
And killed, just like a crush into the ceiling.
Black comes tending to take over
Above all white it starts to make a shadow
That scares my little angel at this hour
Feeling so alone and whit out power
To stab the evil in his heart he’s sent an arrow
With his last breath to save me from upon my shoulder.
Otherwise.. I guess lately I didn’t think of writing anything or expressing my self much, in such ways I mean. I guess the main reason for that is because at one point I started to listen music instead of just hearing it. I get so high when I find a song.. I’ll give you an example, the current most played in the list, the song is Yael Naim’s New soul. The one before this one is Semisonic’s Closing time, which is still among most played too – love the lyrics, they make such a difference, they influence a lot how I like or if I like a song.