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basically a stream of consciousness, mixed with a brief (and probably innacurate) summary of a conversation the other night.


the universe, is our playground

try as we might, we cannot see the edges

they tear apart, the edges of our mind

and we sink, into the abyss


sub-atomic particles, follow strict rules

they collide, interact, orbit, vibrate

we, the human race, have rules

we collide, we interact, we orbit, we vibrate


i used to think i was alone, drifting

these thoughts of mine were unique

i now have a sense of place

my thoughts are shared


“i don’t care what other people think”

is the most self-conscious statement

its important to care

but control it. use it.


once upon a time. 3 guys stayed up

they discussed the universe

life, politics, school, careers,

among other things

except sleep. no sleep

Coming Up Next...

Alright. So I'm here, my new blog.

I think a poem is in order.

I'll get to writing one right now, you'll have one in the next hour or so.

I promise.
I just wrote a 'Dear John' letter to my Wordpress account.
In other words... HELLO BLOGGER/BLOGSPOT (what do I call you?)

I've decided to move my blog over, so I can connect with more friends, and prove my undying loyalty to the big G (hear that Google? you can send that Google Wave invite now...)

for those of you have just joined us, I'm Tom. this is my blog, Big Thoughts, Little Impact. I'll be posting poetry, maybe some tech and movie reviews, and lots of random personal shit. my twitter is www.twitter.com/iamtom

if you're interested, heres the letter to wordpress (i do feel like im cheating on a loved one...)

Dear WordPress

I don’t know quite how to tell you, but I think its time we see other people.

Its not you, its me. I’ve found someone better (http://bigthoughtslittleimpact.blogspot.com) I promise. Its been fun, and you didn’t do anything wrong, really.

Our relationship has just become a little stale, and I feel that you’re holding me back, (only metaphorically, you know I love your feature set)

I think I first knew it a few months ago, when neither of us had any motivation to do anything together. Please. Don’t cry, it’ll be easier on the both of us.

I’m sure you’re open-minded (and sourced) enough to see that there is no other way.

I want you to know that I’ll always keep you in my heart (and in my favourites)

Love

Tom

why is a raven like a writing desk?

im currently directing a play
i wrote a script for it
about a boy, who has no fucking clue whats going on
basically.

it didnt work out.
my co-director didnt like it, and made me scrap it (not surprising, if you've met my co-director)
anyway. my alternative is an adaptation of the Mad Hatters Tea Party from Alice in Wonderland.

while I must confess to not having read the book :O
i have watched countless other dramatic interpretations on youtube
and i find all of them remarkably interesting.

the mad hatter, and the march hare seem to have this view on life
a very irreverent, absurd, nonsensical view
but if you dig a little deeper, they understand everything
but they use logic, against logic
alice is reason, alice is all that makes sense
yet in this world, she doesn't make sense
and the madness of the hatter and hare are the only things that do

friends

lets just be friends? alright?

sure thing... i'm fine with that. friends.

friends. apparently im a really good friend. not good at anything else though. i cant be anything but a friend.

guess whos back back back. back again 'gain 'gain

alright... i've said this so many times
but for real, i'm going to be blogging more often
i promise!
not that any one actually cares...

alright... im back

after a while, ive decided to start blogging again
mainly inspired by the story of a blog written by a friend of mine... i wont go into the details

a while back i wrote that i was going to be using twitter more. i've decided that im going to integrate wordpress and twitter. i'll get back to you with more details on that

for now, i'll be blogging and writing poetry, just like it was a while ago

tata for now!

15

everything good in my world
is taken from me prematurely
plucked from my all too idle hands

my problem is in the delay
i wait around until everythings perfect
in this world, nothing is ever perfect

my judgement is overcast
it is blurred by its own judgement
who will judge the judges?

if only you could see inside of my soul
if only i could see inside of my soul
then life would be easier, tenfold

i have never made a single good decision
in my lifetime, i have failed many times
what is success defined by?

you told me

you don't want to talk about it
you never want to talk about it
it isn't what you think
it's never what you think
i open my soul to you
you close yours off to me
theres nothing to talk about
theres something you aren't talking about
i feel like im losing my closest friend
i feel like i've lost my closest friend

help
help me
help yourself
please...
why?

That Sinking Feeling

the wound was formed long ago
but the deepening scar isn't healing
i cringe when i think of the blow
and deep down... that sinking feeling

my words and actions were frank,
but your response sent me reeling
i must make my expression blank,
to avoid... that sinking feeling

i caught you out in the act
my heart in your hand you were stealing
i was off guard when you attacked
it explains... that sinking feeling

twitter

i really cant be bothered updating this site regularly, i may keep doing my poetry, but for regular thoughts and updates, check my twitter: www.twitter.com/iamtom

to be or not to be...

shakespeare... what a genius
really, i admire the guy

to be honest, if you think that hes:
a) overrated
b) incomprehensible
c) stupid
then you yourself are the non-intellectual one

he isn't overrated, when you look at the depth of his work, you will be amazed at how amazingly talented he was.

he isn't incomprehensible... THINK!! read it over, and just think about what the characters are trying to say...

im not even going to talk about stupid...

the reason i bring this up, well there are two reasons
the first is that we are studying shakespeare in drama, which is completely different than studying him in english, as we are learning how to act shakespeare...
the second is that i am attempting to write two plays. two short one-act plays albeit, but two plays nevertheless... if my plays had a tenth of the depth of shakespeares, i would be an incredibly happy man

a little bit of webcomic reading...

i love comics, and since its very hard for me to buy comics every single week/month/whatever, i usually read them online or dl them...

because of this, some of my favourite comics are daily or weekly web-comics.
here are a few of my faves:

Questionable Content: This is probably my favourite. It is very funny, interesting, and it deals with relationships mainly, something which you know is very important to me. I have read all of QC, starting from 1 and all the way up to what ever the current one is. Congratulations to Jeph Jacques, the creator of QC for such an excellent comic.

A Girl and her Fed: Another highly enjoyable webcomic, i'm currently reading through the archives. It's quirky, relatable, funny and the artwork is good.

XKCD: You do not know the internet if you do not know XKCD... 'Nuff Said.

Those are my faves for now... I may add more later..

argghh.... headache

i really do not know why,
but i have a major headache...
i wonder what spider-man would do if he had a major headache...
that would be a bitch when added to his spider-sense...

a love unearnt v2

i have decided to revise this poem, as its an important poem to me, and it feels rushed...

 
a love unearnt

that perfect girl
right before my eyes
we both smile
i can see her disguise

all that she is
is someone shes not
i try to see through it
i try, i try, i cannot

does she have a clue?
i think that she may
i look at her
she looks away

shes perfect
in everything she does
her tiniest move
sets my heart abuzz

i dont have a chance
that’s something i’ve learnt
so i’ll back away
from a love unearnt

notes on a love unearnt

on my earlier poem, a love unearnt

its completely true,
all of it
thats how i feel
i am not going to disclose who this person is or was
even if you ask really nicely...

i wrote this poem because i was lying in bed thinking,
and it just came to me
its a first draft, so it isnt perfect
maybe i will refine it

comment for your suggestions...

WWS-MD?

you know those bracelet things people have
with WWJD on it?
What would jesus do?

I now follow the philosophy of WWS-MD
What would Spider-Man Do?

Because remember, with great power
comes great responsibility...

new theme

new term = new theme

'nuff said

I am back

I am back.
I have not posted for a while (although I have meant to...)
I have been on holiday and hence my schedule has been placed out of whack.
I am going to be using my blog mainly for poetry and other writings this year, as I really enjoy writing poetry. I may put some scenes of an early draft of a play up, maybe some more philosophical ramblings... Who knows?

But seriously, if you have anything to say, any critiscism, any compliments, please comment. please.

A Love Unearnt

The perfect girl
is right before my eyes
i smile at her
i see her disguise

she pretends to be
someone shes not
i try to look underneath
but i cannot

does she know?
i think she may
i look at her
she looks away

i have no chance
that’s what i’ve learnt
i back away
from a love unearnt