catcher01

- by chobb at b3ta.com

I'm Brian!
Well, it's 3 weeks to my 21st. Can't wait!
So, what've I been up to?
Fly posting for Swizz, Getting ready for the SU election campaign next week, Lectures, Student Repping, Working, Not tidying my room, Drinking cocktails.
So hope you lot are OK. Oh! If you recieved an invite to a 21st it was me on my uni account rather than hotmail.
Anyway, it's poetry day. Enjoy-

712 by Emily Dickinson

Because I could not stop for Death --
He kindly stopped for me --
The Carriage held but just Ourselves --
And Immortality.

We slowly drove -- He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility --

We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess -- in the Ring --
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain --
We passed the Setting Sun --

Or rather -- He passed Us --
The Dews drew quivering and chill --
For only Gossamer, my Gown --
My Tippet -- only Tulle --

We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground --
The Roof was scarcely visible --
The Cornice -- in the Ground --

Since then -- 'tis Centuries -- and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses' Heads
Were toward Eternity --


For Tim by Catcher01

Meet a body, catch a body,
Coming through the Rye.
Excuse me while I break down.
Excuse me while I die.
I dont want this hate no more,

Someone hear my cry.
I wont give up, wont apologise.
Though I cant be your hero,
I cant help, but try.

Tears when Im alone.
Cant you hear them crying?
For things we cant control.
We dont want this hate.
We want to stop this now.

The phonies must die.


Morbid Spring by Catcher01

I walked past the graves of those
Who died to teach me
To fight for others
To be free.

No berries on the Yew trees yet.
The spring songs of birds all around.
You former vessel,
Six feet below the ground.

I prayed the sorrowful mysteries
Of the Rosary for you,
While the crocus were in bloom.