musings of a damned mind

FINE!

Abbi!

I’ve put it up. lol

Firelight

New moon, dark night

Secret smiles in firelight

Chosen chains, hold me, bound,

Her smile holds wings, her laughter the sound

Of something I don’t recognise, on that dark night

The urge to touch, to hold,

The firelight

Her smile it seems, doth draw me in

To be ‘just friends’ is that a sin?

“Yes” whispers the moon, that dark, cold night

“When its another you should hold, in the firelight”

A black cloak blurs as a white mask hides

My true feelings, desires, best left inside

Who dares to brave, take the mask from my face

Who dares to be, she in firelights, embrace.

re: humanity’s ability to actually learn something

and how we manage to have a ‘rememberance day’ without actually remembering.

The Memorial
 

Cover him over

With lilies stained blood red,

With poppies, and with primroses,

Black flowers o’er his head.

Cover him over

So his face we need not see,

His life need not remember,

Unchanged we may be.

He fought, he died for us,

For country and for king.

The least we can now do

Is avoid the memorial sting.

Build him a statue

So that we may forget.

Raise him high on podiums,

Of pain, but not regret.

Cover him over now,

So that we may go on,

And fight and kill again.

Remember him in song

But not in our actions,

In our deeds or thoughts,

So that we can go on killing,

On the past be caught.

Far be it for us to remember,

To maybe learn from the death,

Far be it form us to grow,

And stop choking their breath.

Remember him in marble,

So we may forget him.

Remember him in bronze,

And revel in the sin.

So cover him over,

With lilies stained blood red.

With poppies and with primroses.

And kill in his stead.

Hey everyone, I wrote this to go on the gazettes ‘young people’ column

what do you think?

Size ‘0’ push/ Know your worth!

At the risk of becoming one of the crowd, I to would like to comment on the drive in our society to reach a skinny-model of perfection. I decided to write on this topic at first based purely around the physical, the media and celebrity culture pushing our young women to become anorexic-looking waifs and our young men to try to become body-builders and rugby players. It has since occurred to me however that the problem runs much deeper than this.

Insecurity is prevalent in young people, it has been for years and perhaps it always will be, but what seems new is the seeming lack of worth people feel that their opinions do not matter, that they must look physically perfect before they are accepted and that they must have a university degree to gain anything in this world. It is easy to blame the media for this and they do indeed have a part to play. (I would like to say a huge THANK YOU at this point to papers like this gazette who aim to help us get our voices heard) However, parents, teachers, the education system and ourselves as peers are also perhaps major conspirators. Parents push us to be perfect, teachers to go to university or Sixth Form when other courses would suit us better and we ourselves as a peer group, pushing people to conform, to be normal, to not be weird.

So I say this, young people of Wiltshire! Claim back your worth! Don’t believe anyone when they say you don’t matter, or have to walk a certain path. Email the YPC at ypc@northwilts.gov.uk and add your voices to the shout, get your opinion heard!

Stuart Dingle.