Showing posts with label poetic. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetic. Show all posts

Thursday, 27 February 2014

Affection and attention

Affection and attention.

If you could only choose one which one would it be?
What's more important to you, emotion or image?

You're constantly noticed for your looks, than asked how you're feeling.
And I don't mean the 'you good?' in fact I mean 'how was your day?'

Because I mean...can you remember the last person who complimented on your looks or the person who asked how you were?

Maybe you're thinking does it even matter?...I think it does.
Because it helps you answer that one question: What do you want?

And to be fair, I have never been asked that before and if I was asked that right now I know which one I'd go for. It would be affection, as attention is disposable. You reply 'thank you' and your ego grows an inch.

Affection builds, it grows and it's something real. It clears your mind, a bit like green tea. haha.
It makes you stronger. And it's pure.

Attention is addictive, the day you get 11+ likes on a Instagram picture, it only creates the expectation to get more likes next time. Poor example, but you know what I mean.

When you don't get affection you get lonely and you rely on attention.
When you don't get attention you're disappointed and it makes you angry.
But you try again and again to get attention so you end up with affection.

See...you seek attention to get affection.
You can't seek affection to get attention, because when you have affection you no longer need attention.

It's getting confusing now isn't it. Okay I'll just leave you with that. X



Monday, 13 January 2014

Will Time Tell?

I wrote this in my notebook on the 9th of January and whatever motivated me to write it is probably the notion of life.


'In this generation there's too many games. 
Everyone is a player, playing their own game.. multi-player, single player, board game, interactive game you name it. 
Everyone is eager to start one then everyone is scared to finish it. 
No-one dares to finish the game because being a loser is no longer a threat.
The thing is we all want to win. 
But someone has got to lose and everyone is pretending they're winning.'


Confused? Yeah me too. I like it though, so regardless of your opinion, you have read it, thanks.

Wednesday, 4 December 2013

Sunday, 1 December 2013

Poetic

I know I can be quiet but
My head does all the talking 
Never one to judge but
What can you do when they're staring 
Had a busy life then 
It just turned into dreaming
Wondering where I'll be in 5
Years is what I keep thinking
Family will always be there
But I just keep running
From all the whispers and laughing 
The screaming and barking
Want a hug in the cold but
They're too busy loving
Constantly smiling at life
But don't they get my feeling?
Always one to open up but
When I do the doors keep closing
What light at the end of the tunnel?
When I'm the candle that's burning
10 seconds ago these
Words were on my ceiling 
And now they're sitting on lines
As I stand at my window, glass steaming.