Wednesday, 7 July 2010

Firsts are usually better

Tonight I went to see Sex and the City 2 with Bethy and to be honest it wasn't amazing. Kind of lacked a story line and was mainly about marriage - me and Bethy have decided we're too mental for anyone to want to marry us anyway so we couldn't pick up many tips. The first Sex and the City was much better and usually the first of things are.

Anyway, whilst we're on first's I thought I'd share my first poem, well not my first ever poem because I've been writing since I was even diddier than I am now, but the first one I wrote 'seriously' so to speak. I used this poem for my Spoken English final which was described as a member of Sixth Form office as 'hippy' for using one of my own. I'll let you decide what you think but for me it's about dreams and fears. The title is a play on words from the title of a famous poem by Wilfred Owen which I studied in Year 12.

Happy Are Those Who Treasure Imagination.

Linguistic tounges litter the air
with rumours of a far off tale
these are the times where we choose not to care
flammable dreams, bound to fail 
the spirit within us which allows us to fly
wings that can't spread are cast aside
cotton, light clouds, a shimmering sky
tossing and turning, flung off the ride
it shatters, disperses breaking the ice
dream ridden haze, convulsing malice
ponies, zebras, dragons and mice
robbers with princes thieved from the palace 
shimmering stars mistaken for eyes
petals fall onto dewy meadows
ribbons round hearts create the ties
golden locks shaped on pillows
acknowledge love scarring the world
among frozen minds that linger on
scorned, adored, cherished and swirled
fluttering butterflies shall never be gone.

But sometimes firsts aren't always better. We can learn a lot from our 'first's' - like our first love, first fight, first best friend and in this case - first poem. I think I learnt from writing this how much you can express in such a personal manner through such few words and although it may not be life changing literature it is a tiny something which makes up who I am. Everyday is a learning experience, we learn from making mistakes and I know I'm not perfect. I'm trying to be the best I can and I guess that's all anyone can do. As for that moral goes - I also wouldn't bother going to see Sex and the City 2 unless you're not paying and is it just me or does Carrie get dressed horribly by wardrobe?


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Blogger Insomniac said...

haha, I didn't even bother to see Sex in the City one let alone two, meh, just doesnt appeal to me I guess. As for the poem, I thought it was nice, great for a "first" serious poem. Haha, as for firsts I totally agree me lately Ive been having a lot of those, lol. Well its to be expected, im only going into the 11 grade. :D

8 July 2010 at 05:23  
Blogger Sachin said...

even my first poem was, I think, the's in hindi(one of the languages of india) so i can't ask u to read it...and thnx for the review on the movie i was gonna watch it but not now..

8 July 2010 at 05:53  
Blogger Jersey and the Monkey said...

Sex in the city is never something that has appealed to me.... and from the reviews its been given, i dont think it ever will.

and that poem is really good :)


8 July 2010 at 07:59  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

well neither sex and the city was fantastic, the show was much better. but i liked the second one better. the first was entirely too predictable.

10 July 2010 at 20:58  
Blogger Samantha said...

I loved the first one... the 2nd looks even more unrealistic, haha. I mean who walks through the desert in designer clothes... and are they supposed to be portraying everyday women... well please someone tell me where I can get an all expenses paid trip across the world, haha. But yea I have to admit I did like the first one :)

12 July 2010 at 16:31  
Blogger ♡atenz♡ said...

i love anything that come first bcoz they r original!

13 July 2010 at 08:34  

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