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comment 19th may 09
littlenedved
comment on lisa_johnson

nice work ... i especially liek the way u structured it, the repetition of loving, melting, yearning, makes me feel a really Yearning for this, your subsequent wanting of the warmth, very nice :D

link
http://lisa-johnson.livejournal.com/5912.html?view=7704#t7704

POEM: Catalyst of a day
littlenedved

sorry guys more poetry i was caught on the bus the other day adn on one side of me was the setting sun on the other side was pretty much dark sky littered with stars was awesome to look at, so one more poem haha

Catalyst of a day


Sitting on a bus,
Two worlds collide.
to one side of me a roaring sunset
to my other serenity in darkness
i sit in a catalyst,
caught between night and day.

to one side the joys and sorrows,
of the day prepare to depart,
the other way a new day is awaiting my heart.

The beauty of the setting sun,
mirrored...
by the elegance of the stars in the night sky.

Whatever i have felt this day,
i can take stock, unwind, relax,
and to myself say,
dont worry man...
tomorrows a new day


Existence....Literature....SO WHAT!?!?!?
littlenedved
I heard someone the other day say:

"Comparing oneself to others is how people measure their own existence"

This really struck me. How many times i say to myself i'm not good enough because this person can do this better than me and so forth. But upon reflecting on this statement and talking to a few people about it i find that everyone, has this mentality so is it a comparison to oneself or always a scrutiny of oneself?  Every time you "compare" yourself to someone u say oh look they are so much better than me or so much worse there is never the question of how can this persons strengths opr weaknesses help me to become a better person?


it got me thinking that in todays society everyone is so results driven that today we dont care how we get there or whats in our path but so long as we get to our destination we dont give a damn. This is the cause of our work-a-day world where no one stops to take in whats around them, where people cant enjoy the simple things and this is where i started thinking about this question: Literature, so what ?


Literature is like that word that you cant find, but is always at the tip of your tongue. waiting on the edges of darkness to be pulled out into the light for everyone to see in my time in this course i have found that inspiration can be found in the most mundane places and situations, but can bring about something spectacular, if only i took but three minutes to stop, look and listen.

comment week 10
littlenedved

 thats a pretty good state to be in. I'm envious of you... just to be content with oneself and be able to sit in silence and be content is awesome, and not very common in todays, society. i like the first paragraph especially...

link:
http://alyssajs.livejournal.com/5287.html?view=4263#t4263


Posted to Alyssa Scheinflug

picture and poem
littlenedved
ok guys i know ive been poeming it up recently but this is the last one i promise, and its not the same as the tohers its about soccer :D

i made a picture a few weeks ago and i want to share it with u it sort of inspired this poem, wellt his picture and the crazy goal i scored the toher week to open my account for the season ( no better way to start your season than a first time volley outside the box into the top corner)



THAT MOMENT 

your 1-0 down time is ticking
off the break the chance has started
you see the moment in the distance
before you realise, youve run the field.

suddenly !!! the ball is there,
sitting waiting, The moments here
time stops.........
everything is slow, u feel your heart beat,
once...twice...
just you and the ball, a perfect moment.

you take the chance, and the ball's in flight
that breathless moment, willing,
wanting, waiting. 

It hits the net, emotions surge,
Lets go F***ing mental
your on level terms.

comment 6/5/09 number 2
littlenedved
posted to Andrew O'Sullivan

link

http://bloodnut11.livejournal.com/4670.html?view=5694#t5694

comment

hahahahaha i hear yah man,

this week i had to play striker... for me thats really cruel, whilst im a decent winger and score a few from the midfield, i just am not clinical enough to plays striker especially being as short as i am and being played as the target man :P... super frustrating. i pretty much ran my ass off and got into like 5 or 6 good opportunities and couldnt finish any of them, so basically i elt the team down we ended up losing 3-1 :( ... hopefully u egt better soon haha









comment 6/5/09
littlenedved
Posted to Joanna Kasz

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http://s00093915.livejournal.com/5091.html?view=2787#t2787

comment:

this is an awesome poem, short and sweet :D...

i especially like the last verse. i love the sound of waves man, especially sitting on the beach at night during summer listening to waves crashing man, its so relaxing...

those last three lines really invoked that memory... good work :D

Poem: the Busker
littlenedved
hey all ... i was walking into central station today and this busker was sitting there playing some funky awesome music, it was a weird spot coz they dont usually sit there so it grabbed my attention heaps ... i know its not the greatest piece of work but i like it so i threw it up onto LJ regardless... enjoy :P

THE BUSKER

Central Station 8am
The busker sits and plays his tune

I close my eyes...
i carries me, beyond the stars
beyond the moon

hes a modern bard
guitar case open
waiting for the people to discard
what little change their willing to pay,
to listen to him play today

sitting under the maple tree,
through the wind and through the rain,
he just sits there and keeps on playin.

His music carries underground,
and because of this, suddenly,
a new joy is found.

The buskers music helps me see,
that even through my lifes abyss ,
theres light out there...
I take solace in this


But i am sure hes unaware
of the hope in me,
that he's inciting...

as my change jingles in his case,
he keeps on playing,
with naught but a wink and a smile.


So now i must depart,
to my own dismay.
But he wont leave,
the busker will just sit,
smile, and continue to play.

comment 26/4/09
littlenedved
comment on davemartin86's   a little behind

i liked the first thing you wrote.. very nice, really captures society today i think the so may people, but no souls especially. because really today we walk don the streets and we are soulless, we are caught in our own world not noticing those less fortunate or even anyone else around us. it struck me a lot...

keep up the good stuff
 

link
http://davemartin86.livejournal.com/3807.html?view=9695#t9695

POEM: Your Happiness is my number one
littlenedved
It's hard to see that beautiful smile 
and know its not for me,
for now alli can do is hope... is pray...
that i can hold you in my arms again one day.

Our time together, my most treasured memories,
That night i asked you, and you said yes...
YES!!! that word caused joyous intoxication deep inside me
that night under the stars, our first kiss...
i went through blissful delirium

Your perfection awes my soul.
If you weren't real, i would make you up,
My greatest consolation...

that if you weren't happy being with me...

Now you are <3

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