Archive for the 'Of Psychology' Category

• 30.07.10 Carry Me Away
  

  Carry me away
  Let me float
  or don’t let me down gently

  
  
• 26.06.10 So Down
  

  So down

  
  
• 05.06.10 Nobody But The Trees
  

  Just you and I
  and us
  and them
  lost together.

  
  
• 22.05.10 For a Little While
  

  It doesn’t last long
  But for that little while
  It doesn’t hurt to be alive

  
  
• 02.03.10 A Bit Like My Mind
  

  Walking a forever staircase
  Happiness sits far away
  Forwards to the other side?
  A bit like my mind

  
  
• 23.02.10 Lately
  

  Lately, everything is flat
  No textures to touch
  Tastes are bland
  Breaths are disappointing

  
  
• 31.01.10 Release Me
  

  Release me
  To a cemetery playground
  Where night seeps from the ground
  Rain disarms the ashes

  
  
• 12.01.10 Kia Ora
  

  I have put together a book of the series I worked on last year while staying in my grandparents’ house. I named it Kia Ora, after the street in which the house resides.

  
  
• 05.12.09 Home Remains
  

  An illegible message carved into the sand: perhaps the name of a stranger; the symbols for peace; for love. The sand’s texture is thick, grainy, inconsistent. Not the kind associated with pure, white, clear-watered beaches. Its colour is a dark brown.

  
  
• 05.12.09 Self Portrait
  

  Often when I’m lying down hoping to get to sleep, it occurs to me I’m not breathing in much air. My nose doesn’t seem to be allowing in enough oxygen.

  I try to take in deeper breaths but I need to exhale before I’ve finished inhaling. I begin to panic. I have to sit up and [...]

  
  
• 21.11.09 This Far
  

  Every time I read about somebody with depression,
  they say how if it was not for their
  partner/their kids/their friends/their pet,
  they would not have made it this far.

  
  
• 30.10.09 Half Underwater
  

  Something different.
  Something unusual.
  Something new.
  Something a little less ordinary.

  
  
• 30.10.09 Same Old Rage
  

  I like to tell myself that I don’t really hope for chaos.
  It seems an immoral thought to wish for mayhem.
  But with it comes excitement.
  A shot of adrenalin to temporarily cure any depression.
  It’s this I crave.

  
  
• 18.09.09 Urge To Live
  

  I always get an urge to stop the car when I see roadkill. Sometimes to move the animal to save it from endless tyres. But often I don’t really know why. Society today seems to shield us from being face to face with death, yet we’re exposed to so much more from a distance.

  
  
• 11.08.09 Promise Me You Won’t Remember and I’ll Tell You Everything
  

  My only motivation to write is to interrupt the pure, blankness of the page. It’s a struggle to bring myself to the task. A task… That must be why I fight it.

  During those several weeks I never saw it as a task. To pick up a pen and paper was a relief. It was a [...]

  
  
• 21.06.09 Personification
  

  Personification has always been somewhat of a fascination for me. The human brain operates by relating information to a database. It makes sense that in trying to understand the world around us we draw comparisons with what we know about ourselves.

  This process involves projecting human characteristics onto animals and inanimate objects. It is also possible [...]

  
  
• 11.04.09 I Think I Know Her
  

  I think I know her. In a city of two million, I wonder if that’s coincidental, or if those of a similar mould tend to seek out the same places for the same reasons.

  I’m sure it saddens many how the more people there are the less they seem to communicate. It’s a nice feeling driving [...]

  
  
• 17.02.09 There’s No Poetry In Being Alone
  

  Loneliness may inspire poetry. Isolation may be a good time to write poetry. But there’s nothing poetic about the feeling of being alone.

  My image was used on the cover of a book entitled I Made You to Find Me by Jane Hedley.

  When the designer asked to use my image for a book on poetry, I [...]

  
  
• 28.12.08 The Intricacies of Introverts and Extraverts
  

  Can they live in harmony? If you answered “yes”, you’re probably an extravert. If you’re an introvert you probably didn’t answer at all so as to avoid an argument with the extraverts. Everyone has a general idea of the difference between the two, but does either one understand it better than the other?

  Generally speaking those who [...]

  
  
• 27.12.08 I Need Someone To Walk Me Home
  

  I sit in front of my camera in 1000 pieces. I use tweezers to ever so carefully place the tenth and final aperture blade in place on top of the previous blade and underneath the first blades. They sit above another plate, which covers five more delicate shutter blades. It’s difficult to line up the [...]