Thinking out loud on a Thursday.

Title: Washing machine

I feel the pain in my tired eyes, my tired hands and wrist,

Lift them up, but feel the weight of the world pushing them down, pushing me around.

I try and stand up, only to slip, to have the ground move beneath me.

I will not let this stop me, I keep on pushing on, putting my energy on trying to compose myself, and stand up straight.

But what is the point? When this is not how to get where I want to be, I need to go with the cycle, go with the flow, be washed away.

I need the water and soap to enter my fabric, to feel drenched, to be cleaned of all my thoughts, and give room to new thoughts, ideas and experiences.

Purge myself of the past, hang me out to dry, colours bleeding, me in my true form. Fabric, frail but ready for anything.

I stand tall on the line, basking in the afternoon sun. I am me, not individual, but I am me, and I will make use of myself to my full potential, Absorb the dirt of the world. By don’t let that get me down, it is okay, I can be cleaned once again.

Title: traveller

Do I love to travel? Or am I told to?

I have travelled a lot in my short time and I hold those memories dear, but the notion of travelling more does not thrill me. I am not filled with a deep desire to research places, I am content working hard at the things I enjoy here in this city.

Previously when I travelled I was searching for something, I had many terrible jobs, felt unloved, and believed strongly that I was somehow missing out. But with my sence of purpose in this world and current work/school life interest I feel that I have found something worth sticking around for.

But travel, will I travel again where to? And for what reason?

A short story in the making?

I am aiming to turn one of my poems into a short story. I thought it would be nice to post my progress either chapter by chapter or the whole thing. I went with the whole thing. Here is my first attempt. enjoy! 🙂

Title: 2015: Tax ideology  (short story progrees)

Poem: Tax ideology (chapter titles)

  • There is inequity in how tax is paid here I Australia maybe the world,
  • Paying off accountants to find loopholes, I’ve earnt it you say?
  • But let’s think, what is a quick fix, something obvious, something that hurts,
  • Luxury cars, brought with this money stripped from the community,
  • Well I would like to stop time, just for one night, venture out with my merry men and women,
  • Gone in sixty seconds, Nicolas cage style,
  • Change the deeds from coal miner, you single mother, and average family,
  • You have worked hard for it, you didn’t even realise you earnt it,
  • See happy faces driving around town,
  • It’s yours now, don’t believe me? Here there are no self-awarded crowns.

Chapter summaries

  1. Travis at 25 realised more and more about the inequality in the world, and while speaking to a friend joked about how he would change it. This joke seemed very plauseable, and scary if it had consequence.
    • This is not about how I feel towards inderviduals, just how I feel how to tax system does not fairly represent the money that is made in Australia. And how I feel towards destruction of our natural beautiful land. Its these strong feelings that drove me to make a plan and send a message.
    • Facts: (have facts jotted at the end of each chapter as a reminder to myself and a reminder to the people why I am doing what I am doing) Once minded it will take 200000 years for the land to recover, every day 20000 fish are taken from our oceans, this will not
  1. But how to do it, first you needed to track down the cars, with a reporter friend Travis made on tinder they made an interview will all the fat cats in Australia asking about the cars they drove, making a doccumatenary, they were more than happy to show there pride and joys, this doc was screaned across Australia.
    • There are many reasons why I am doing this, but I am making a forceful change as the rich got that way from playing the system. And now that they succeded we turn around and say play fair. Mmm no, I understand where they are coming from, and don’t think great experctaions is the way to go. For me I will play the system. I will make it work and I will successed. Determination is in my mind.
  1. Now how to get the cars from here to somewhere else without anybnody noticing in one night. This would be a big plan, that needed extra hands Taking most if not all his advice from gone in sixty seconds. Travis made this happen
  1. People woke the following day to see cars in ther yards with notes on there windscreans , saying it is theres and there is no joke to be had.
  • A man got out his crowbar, knowing whos car this was, his boss that fired him 2 months ago, taking the crowbar to the windshield hard and fast
  • To get a car to every middle class worker on the census, was something of a chalenege, I wrote notes saying that today, you can drive but tomorrow if you want to trade for a bike or food, or just sell it you can. With a smile at the end of the note
  • That day there was traffic chaos everywhere, cars banked up everywhere, but many did not care, as they were enjoying eating chips in a $200,000 car. Sauce stains on the seat.
  1. Due to a legal technicality, if the fat cats made any attempt to get the tax back from the community, they will have to backpay their tax, this message only served as a warning to be more generous to there workers, the environment, and to when paying their tax
  1. Travis overjoyed with the change he had made in the world, went and got drunk in the afternnon with his friends, it was a hot day and steped on a snake, bitten and in shock he fell back into a ditch where he hit his head, laying unconscious he later died from both the poision and the fall.
    • The funny thing about losing consciousness is that your mind doesn’t register the last view seconds when your head it’s the floor, so for you you only see up until a second or two before you actually loose consciousness. Maybe it has to do with short term and long term memery. Maybe not, either way, Travis is dead now.

thanks for reading. I hope I have the time again to add to it, and make it grow into something nice to read. 

Tax ideology

There is inequity in how tax is paid here I Australia maybe the world,

Paying off accountants to find loopholes, I’ve earnt it you say?

But let’s think, what is a quick fix, something obvious, something that hurts,

Luxury cars, brought with this money stripped from the community,

Well I would like to stop time, just for one night, venture out with my merry men and women,

Gone in sixty seconds, Nicolas cage style,

Change the deeds from coal miner, you single mother, and average family,

You have worked hard for it, you didn’t even realise you earnt it,

See happy faces driving around town,

It’s yours now, don’t believe me? Here there are no self-awarded crowns.

Monday sweats.

Title: Mimosa

You seem so much older than me,  yet you look 26

You have studied arts, and animal science,

Yet you are very kind. I don’t know how long that will last,

I get nervous and say silly things,

how I react around some, and feel so comfortable around others,

lets just call this practice, and see where it leads,

I know you are good for me, I hope we get along, and bond

Title: Ankle  pains

Homework straight after school, Work to be done,

I know I have to do it, but I just want to shower and lie in my bed for fun,

It will be good for me, and I feel I know it too,

But right now my energies are low, and my heart is beating slow,

I am angry at my desk, chair, hands and ankles, they all annoy me, my tired mind.

Siesta maybe?

Title: lyrics

This track is not broken enough for me,

I revel in the pain of a heavy heart,

is this sick, is this wallowing? Is this bad for my health?

I don’t care, I want more, I want to feel the sadness fill me, and spread,

A pain in my chest to match my head,

Sit alone with my thoughts, and when it ends,

Press repeat.

Title: summer sitting

Hidden curl,  a secrete I find in you,

Running my fingers through you hair, eyes alive, stare,

Lyrics in the background, garden contrast with your hair,

Freckles on your chest, Its these moments with you I like best,

Title:Pain in my chest

Scared with my blue heart, heavy stone,

Tear out all the vessels and ropes that hold it up,

Let it fall, the pain hurts more than I can say,

Sunlight on my tried eyelashes.

I hate working outside, take me back to my dungeon,

People happy, people looking pretty,

Will you not,read over my shoulder, stop,

I need water, i need shade, out in nature, my health decayes,

I dont care if you are pretty, i dont know what id say,

Give me the sun for my skin, vitamin D for my thyroids,

Anything else, just a hazard of being outside.

1 year anniversary

Many a time I have forgotten where I am,

How long have I been in this place, an hour? A year?

The length of time dawns on me, and I can feel it sinking into my heart,

What have I done in that time, how have I shown my love for the place I stay?

Exists as I choose, they say,

But what if I am not right to choose?

I am chilled, relaxed, floating in the stream of life,

though today I feel like I am stuck in the reeds, not a bad place to be

help me, guide me

Hearts on the third floor

Title: time on your hands

Uplifting, but I want to be down,

Do you have time to stick around,

I want to be alone with my thoughts,

But want you ready when I am

Title: light switch

Turn down the light,

I find it awfully bright,

my eyes are tired my mind to.

Let them both be, and I’ll smile onto you.

Title: Drowning  without water

I hurt out here in space,

A space without you, head ringing, closing my eyes

Its like everything we have ever done, I have ever done screaming in my head,

I am alone, physically, but surrounded by 25 years of memories,

Running deep in every direction, Like a sea, fighting hard to stay afloat,

Eyes open, Its gone, and I am alone.

Title: washing powder

What a mess, I want to scream, get out, get lost,

I feel dirty, shower myself, hose this place,

Spit out the sickness that is building up sitting here.

Sunday session: poems and thoughts

Title: Sleep in

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Leave me in the middle of a dreeaam,

It-does- not-mean, I don’t love yooou,

Leave me in the middle of a dreeaam,

Better things come gradually, I’ll see you soon,

let our paths cross naaaturally,

Leave me in the middle of a dreeaam,

Hearts onto, I feel it too, Another sleepy feeling,

a branch down low, let me leeean, let it go,

oh no

Leave me in the middle of a dreeaam,

A want to be, but all clouds I see,

Hope this is not all, my heart will fall.

Leave me in the middle of a dreeaam,

It-does- not-mean, I don’t love yooou,

Title: Genius

Resourcefulness, unintended uses, working with nature,

These are things that amaze me; you cannot by my wonder in products,

My heart and mind, ponder yonder,

Uninspired by rich decisions, so I’ll make my own,

Look within myself, contemplate, look around the world, and further contemplate

Title: Community loan

What if like investing in a company you can invest in the community

How will it work? What would be the drawbacks? Will this turn evil? Will you make your money back?

Say you invest in a community garden, going by a percentage, you are given a percentage of fruit that you can either eat or reinvest by letting people sell, gift to others.

These have names, like membership or subscription. But I feel if we judge it like we would the stock market; there is a chance that we will be more understanding of a bad harvest or a good one.

Time is running out

Waking up Sunday, not relaxed but stressed,

Things I have not done, not spread out over the weekend, has all become paramount,

Food shopping, assignments, hygiene, cleaning,

It can be done, I just need to relax, can I feel calm?

So today, I may not get to sit in the park, breath in the air with friends,

Though why look at the bad?

Delve into the mundane, and what fun can be had.