Every so often I write in this journal that I started in 2009. Its not my first journal. I've been keeping one since my preteen years. However, this is probably the largets one to date spanning over six years and two months as of ten days ago! I enjoy looking back on my memories and laughing at my naivete or wandering at my creativity and enjoying the little nuances of the penned actions. Below is a poem I wrote after watching an adaptation of the play Hamlet starring David Tennant (otherwise known as the Doctor on Doctor Who---oooo weeee ooooo!)
October 2010
Me thinks I scent the morning air Afar, aloft the night And bending o'er her sepulchered lair In thieving circles tight She tastes the breath and licks the tomb In which my father lays Then with her curling talons, sharp Doth blighter him away Alas I've lost my last dear friend Afar I've felt the woe Of heaven's angels crying tears For sinners here below Upon this earth we wander here With several, little cares Yet little do we think of death And all its steamy airs For she will come to steal us all To blighter us away And it may happen in a breath Or second of the day Beware this tale of recompense Beware this tale I sow For methinks I scent the morning air A walking to and fro
--inspired by a line in the play Hamlet by you know who SHAKESPEARE
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