Hand on the throttle
Mind racing the road
The corners twist and bend
Running right through
The crevices of my brain
Entwining themselves within its muscle
The sand whips up a storm
On the beach I sit at
While the waves come creeping in
Teasing to reach my boots
A lone man walks to the end of the beach
In search of his thoughts
While I count every grain of sand
In my palm
Looking for God
I’m really happy to be posting again and writing. I haven’t writen any poetry for quite a few months now. It’s an odd sensation. For me creativity and inspiration comes in waves. Just like moods, and different ways of thinking. It can be really productive but also quite scary as to how fast and how much I can change, it takes a while for me to get my footing again, but I really feel like I’m starting to control this a bit better as I get older. Is that a good thing?
Lots of things have been going on for me over the past few months. I’ve fufilled my dream of owning an adventure bike. I’m yet to use it to its full capabilities! But I’ve been on quite a few day trips and over just a month I’ve done 1546 miles (2488 kilometres). I’m very much addicted to riding this beast of a bike. I got a brand new NC750X Honda imported straight from the land of the rising sun, Japan. Which blew me over the moon, being a Japanophile.
I’ve been thinking about this blog often, what I should do with it, should I solely write in poetry or should I use it just to write and post content on my “exploits”. Recently I’ve even purchased a helmet camera to catch some footage of the places I travel to. Catching a first person perspective of myself riding a motorbike is beyond bizzare but incredible. I’d like the idea of making motorbike riding music videos or just mini documentaries of places I visit, just having chats. Unfortunately the first video I’ve put on youtube, I’ve mounted the camera way to forward so there’s a frustrating angle to deal with. I’ve fixed it now but it is very annoying, haha. I suppose you learn as you go.
Many times I’ve been thinking, how should I express myself, how can I reach to people, how can I be seen or heard. I think a lot of us think the same thing. How we want to be known. Music, photography, video, painting, drawing, poetry, singing. All these things we do to be seen or heard. To be pondered on, on our unique point of view as a human being, our intellect and our minds.
I think I will just use this blog to post what I feel strongly about and write poetry as I always love to.
Anyhow, it’s nice to write, and it’s nice to be back.
Hope you’re all doing well!
If you’re interested in some of the videos I’ve made and will be making, then check out the link below:
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCH8u8kQSphPcXFX_PNml8vw
I shaked
And Shivered
My lips quivered
My hands trembling
At the thought of you near
My heart rattled in its cage
Begging to break out and be set free
My words dull and blase at the fear of exposure
To the pain rendered to me when I was younger
Fleeting dreams and thoughts of love trickle from my soul
I wish to swim through the sea to taste their bitter salts again
To feel love
There’s a fly inside of me
That I try to ignore
But it keeps bloody buzzing
Away in there
I try to drown it in booze
But it dodges it
I try to punch it
But I only hurt myself
I try to smoke it out
But it’s unfazed
The buzzing gets louder
When I try to sleep
I wake up to its noise
Barely with it
I don’t remember a time
It not being there
But it’s getting louder every day
To the point where I can’t hear
Other people
Or, myself
And
That’s dangerous
I’ve come a long and trecherous path
Stinging nettles and thorns kissed my skin
Many times
The ground tripped me
And the branches hit me
But I travelled nevertheless
I’ve seen a lot of sights
Yet
They depress me
One more sunset
And I may die of boredom
These thoughts I feel
Bear down on me, they add themselves
Onto my back
They drag me down
Their weight increasing
I think about it
The load just gets heavier
I think about that also
Until I can’t move
And so I think about that
Until I’m crushed by its weight
Life doesn’t change
The same patterns
The dull pleasures
Debts and feelings
Knocking weakly at the door
Of my thoughts
I try to escape my functions
Unshackling my ideas
Letting them sink to the riverbed
I let myself drift
Down a dimly lit stream
On a starless night
Watching people from the shore
Illuminated by distorted light
Chatting, making noise and beliefs
Never joining them
Sailing ever-on, never-ending
Wihout a single thought
Or bitter feeling
The bells ring out for me
I can hear her voice screaming
She’s begging I come back down
That I come back down from this edge
But I can’t
The bells won’t stop ringing
They block her voice out
It’s all I can hear
The bells
Until they smash with me
Against the cold hard ground
A bus full of thoughts
Inhaled through the exhaust
Sounding themselves through the bus horn
Through the rustling of change
Through this mind of mine
Connected to this bus
Burning itself through the rubber of tyres
When others get on
It unburdens me slightly
A foaming whirl of sea
Waves crashing into eachother
Thoughts and ideas crash and
smash
exploding upon themselves
merging and absorbing
Until the sea is less murky and cleaner
Easy to see through
Calm
The longer I leave it stagnant
The murkier it will become
The waves must keep crashing
Until there’s nothing left
Poetry and Writings - A Mind 