Leakypen• Show poetry

Hi,
Thanks for coming and reading this page, um, some useless information about me...
I play the bassoon! It is the greatest instument in the entire world, i'd love to hear from any other bassoonists, we are a dying breed and have to stick together!
I go to Atlantic college which is a United World college in Wales.
I'm 17 and although i've always enjoyed reading and writing i have got particularly into it at the moment as a way of making ugly things more beautiful! I think that poetry is the words that come out of the silence so when i write i just listen. i hope that my writing is improving and really welcome critical comments as that is the way for a poet to grow...
I'm writing a yellow book of my thoughts and stuff and quite a lot of my poems have come out of that. If anyone has any intersting quotes i'd love to hear them, i guess i'm making a collection. You could email me at minimim14@hotmail.com
Take care, Mim x

"Reality is just an illusion, albeit a persistent one." Einstein

"A great many people believe they are thinking when they are merely rearranging their prejudices." William James

"Ships in the harbour are safe but that's not what ships are built for" John Shedd

"Remove the rock from your shoe rather than learn to limp comfortably." Stephen Paul and Gary MaxCollins.

LIFE IS LIKE THE CUPBOARD DOOR, YOU NEVER KNOW WHAT'S BEHIND IT!

Oh yeah, this is my favourite song in the whole world by my favourite band in the whole world...

Blinking lights on the airplane wings
Up above the trees.
Blinking down a morsecode signal,
Specialy for me.
Ain't no rainbow in the sky,
In the middle of the night;
But the signals coming through,
One day i will be alright again.

Blinking lights on the highway cars,
Stopping one by one.
Get a look at the accident,
didn't see that one coming.
And the doctor's in the sky,
Gonna bring his chopper down;
Gonna bring me out alive and set me on my feet
Once more again.

Blinking lights on the airplane wings
Up above the trees.

-EELS

Another song i like, "Gone" by Jack Johnson

Look at all those fancy clothes,
But these could keep us warm just like those.
And what about your soul? Is it cold?
Is it straight from the mold, and ready to be sold?

And cars and phones and diamond rings,
Bling, bling, because those are only removable things.
And what about your mind? Does it shine?
Are there things that concern you, more than your time?

Gone, going.
Gone, everything.
Gone, don’t give a damn.
Gone, be the birds, when they don’t wanna sing.
Gone, people, all awkward with their things,
Gone.

Look at you, out to make a deal.
You try to be appealing, but you lose your appeal.
And what about those shoes you’re in today?
They’ll do no good, on the bridges you burnt along the way.

And you're willing to sell, anything?
Gone, with your head.
Leave your footprints,
And we’ll shame them with our words.
Gone, people, all careless and consumed, gone

Gone, going, gone, everything.
Gone, don’t give a damn.
Gone, be the birds, when they don’t wanna sing.
Gone, people, all awkward with their things, Gone.


Oh and do check out my little bro, MonkeyPaws, he's so great and only 12!!!

allpoetry.com/ Poets/MonkeyPa ws

Bye Thanks for reading...