November 14, 2012

I want to run through life, run to the places
That books are made of. Where life
Is lived. Where colours are painted
In new shapes and sizes round every block.
I want to run through life, talk to strange faces
And drink with the locals. I will drive cars
I can’t afford to buy – yet – and maybe
They’ll print my name where you can see.
I want to run through life, I can’t wait
Any longer. These hills look taller when
You’re standing right on top.
So will you run with me, or just sit down in the dirt?
I’ve been told that to inspire a more ‘communative blog’ or whatever that means, the blogger should ask a question to readers about a particular topic. So I’ll give it a go.
Is there anything you feel you can’t achieve because of circumstances holding you down?

April 19, 2012

by Elexa Rose

men chasing men
like stags
dripping out
of water logged rooms
that smell like
stale whatifnots.
and very young girls
tearing up paper,
small receipts
they drop
and stuff
and clogg the drains up.
i am walking.
past: hopefully through
these mellow townspeople.
i do not wish
to touch their ink
or stain
my pale
wasting cheeks
with cheap red lipstick
i watch them
without looking at them,
eyes straight,
view curved and bent.
my footsteps mimic
the haste in my
heart, without will
i slow it with dark
smoke: my lungs.
i cough, and they notice me.

Poetry > Novels
January 16, 2012

So this is really just a rant. What I don’t understand is why novels hold greater prestige than poetry. Why is it that most people have read at least something by Hardy, Austin, Wells or Dickens; any classical writer yet the great poets of the past aren’t nearly as celebrated. Ezra Pound? He practically created modernism. E. E. Cummings? Another hugely influential writer that has had an impact on poetry to this day. T. S. Elliot? People seem to only associate him with The Waste Land, yet it seems no one has actually read it… if we can’t appreciate the classical poets how can people ever appreciate the great, up and coming poets of today? For instance, Caroline Bird, a young poet that has just continued to excel in the poetry scene from a young age. How many people actually know her name? How many people actually know what poet laureate is? Or know anything about Carol Ann Duffy other than she’s a lesbian and a bit of a feminist? It just annoys me, because all other art seems to hold so much more esteem. Any other styles of writing, music, visual art. When did people stop caring about poetry? I mean, how can someone enjoy literature and not poetry? I know so many people who can sit and read and thoroughly love George Elliott’s Middlemarch, yet put a couple of stanza of Barret-Browning in front of them and they moan. Poetry does so much more, it says so much more, it’s so much cleverer, it requires so much more, it’s simply brilliant. But then again, are modern-day poets trying to reach out to the wider audience? Or in doing that would they lose respect from the critics, from fellow poets? Is poetry in itself inaccessible these days? Who knows. Oh well. I will finish this with a poem by Matthew Sweeny which I think is accessible, is clever and resembles the kind of poetry I inspire to write like. I hope others enjoy it too.

Sanctuary by Matthew Sweeny
Stay awhile. Don’t go just yet.
The sirens are roaming the streets,
the stabbing youths are out in packs,
there’s mayhem in the tea-leaves.
You’re much better off staying here.
I have a Bordeaux you’ll like,
let’s open it. (I’ve a second bottle, too.)
And a goat’s cheese to fast for,
also a blue from the Valse of Cashel –
and the source of the bread stays a secret.
Was I expecting you to stay?
No, I always eat like this.
Hear that – wasn’t it a gunshop?
Come closer, turn the music up.
Maybe we should dim the lights.
Let’s clink our glasses to each other
if no better toast comes to mind.
I told you you’d ooh! at the cheese –
here, have some more. A top up?
You’re the kind of girl I like.
Listen, that was definitely a bomb.
Maybe the civil war has strted,
the one they’ve all been promising.
Well, there’s nowhere to go now,
so let’s kill the lights and retire.

A fraction of a second.
December 5, 2011

by Elexa Rose
Your dark side… I can, almost,
touch, corrupts and becomes
every fucking thought smashing
my head. You know I can’t
help but care too much. You’re knee
deep in my gaze, laughing
so hard your head rolls away
from your sick, little neck.
I was led to believe that
I’d won         – this one time.
Hope gushing, my hands covered.
Your mouth is the noose from
which I hang. Tears choke up through
my neck. And you missed the
whole damn show because the flash
was too bright.

Let’s call it an experiment, and this the results.
December 3, 2011

by Elexa Rose
It’s fine by me –
Another day,
Another night.
I see your face
In the Amber light.
Why break this ride?
It feels too good.
It slows my head,
Just like you should.
I find comfort
In reddened eyes.
My throat burns.
Another dream dies.
Each breath I take
Heals the scars.
I think in silence,
And hear the stars.

Day 18. My Views On Gay Marriage.
November 20, 2011

~Thirty Days of Truth Challenge (

Everyone has the right to happiness, to love, to spend their life with whoever they want. As far as I’m concerned, as long as it doesn’t hurt anyone, people can do whatever they like, and however people argue it gay marriage doesn’t actually hurt people. It makes me sick when people say stuff about it being ‘wrong’ or ‘shameful’. Who cares? Really? It’s just a gender. I don’t have much to say about this really, there will always be people who will oppose it, but society as a whole, I think, in generally quite accepting, which is good. I’m for it.

Day 17. A Book That I’ve Read That Has Changed My Views In Some Way.
November 17, 2011

~Thirty Days of Truth Challenge (

The Great Gatsby (Fitzgerald), I know I go on about this book a lot, but it really was one of those books that made me go, “FUCKING WOW!” Everyone has a bit og Gatsby in themselves, I’m forever worried about it, especially the whole aspect of him glorifying his view on Daisy, his inevitable disappointment, because in some ways, we all expect a lot more from people than they can or ever will deliver. People are always disappointing, and that is a fact of life. There isn’t one person in my life who hasn’t disappointed me in some way or another at some point. I’m not saying I’m hard to please, and I wouldn’t in any way every hold these things against them, because I know, in turn, I have disappointed people as well. Life just is disappointing, if you let it be. It depends on what you focus on, I guess. Also, I like this book because it show the absolute futility of Gatsby’s actions. He does everything. He succeeds. He beats the classes. He changed the winds as much as he humanly could. But, it wasn’t enough, because at the end of the day, sometimes the words just says NO. More importantly, people. People are rejection. And rejection after reworking your entire life for one girl, for one beautiful delusion of love, that is real tragedy. So how did this change my view on things? I think it sort of wakes you up a bit, shows you that the American Dream, is just a dream. It doesn’t mean you shouldn’t aspire and push your ambitions, but don’t expect it always happen. Disappointment is an inevitable part of human life. Get over it, I guess. Don’t let it ruin your life. Don’t let it kill you. Obviously there is a lot more to this book than just that. I’m sure I’ll rant about other aspects at other times. I love this book too much.

Day 15. Something I Couldn’t Live Without.
November 15, 2011

~Thirty Days of Truth Challenge (

Something not someone. I am emphasising this point for reasons explained and explored on day 7. Go have a gander at that if you like. So, my thoughts on this so far are either music – though that’s been done to death a bit – or something along the lines of my phone, car, straighteners – because we are all materialistic to an extent – or possibly something more academic, books, literature, poetry – but it would be extreme to say I couldn’t live without these things – so I’m not quite sure. I’ll ramble about all of the above.


Most people express that they can’t live without music, which I agree with, it’s a king of therapy for the brain. Nothing really is more emotionally stimulating that music, it’s emphatic, direct, and in some respects, brash, which is why literature is my chosen art, however, music is still one of my loves. The human race has always been and always will be addicted to music. I genuinely believe the human race cannot function without it. Seeing as I’m talking about it I’m going to chuck in a song, at the moment I’m listening to Banana Pancakes by Jack Johnson, I absolutely love this song, it epitomises being chilled and relaxed, care-free. Plus I love banana pancakes.


I actually can’t live without my phone. It is attached to me twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. I think it’s part of the generation I was brought up in, I’ve had a mobile phone since I was 11 or 12, I think that was my first contract phone anyway, I think I had a shitty pay as you go thing for  of prior to that. Anyone who knows me knows that I spend way too much time on my phone, on facebook, texting, calling, whatever. I can’t help myself. Which leads to my straighteners, yes we all have an element of vanity. I spend too much time straightening my hair, and I will likely be bald by the time I’m twenty-five but I don’t care. My hair is naff. So I singe it into acceptability. I really want to new generation GHDs though, I have fourth gen, but the golds are out… and have been for a while. But I know I don’t need them. It’s pointless. But I want them. And my car, Edwin, the Peugeot 106 ’97. Less than 1 litre engine. The steering wheel shakes when it goes over 60/65. Poor little thing is a little beaten up from my terrible driving, but in my defense I am still in my first year. I just love my car, it’s like a little home away from home, plus I love physically driving. I hate public transport. It’s awkward and annoying. I love that I can just jump in my car and go anywhere. But parking and petrol is a bitch, we all know, but I love my car. Especially driving down the motorway, when I go home. Four hours in the Edwin, struggling to get past 70, 200 miles, blaring my iPod through a sound system that is barely there. Gotta love the first car (: the novelty of driving hasn’t worn off yet.


Language, literature, reading, writing. It’s how I chose to spend my life, it is my life, it is what I do, it is what I am, who I am. It is how I define myself, and English student. Maybe one day I’ll actually call myself a writer. When I’m published. Journalist? Novelist? Poet? Critic? I don’t know or care. As long as I can do what I love and live off of it, I’ll be happy. I probably can’t live without words. Not just for the obvious reasons of communication, I mean, if I wasn’t allowed to write or read for enjoyment, I’d wither into a dry old toad. I’d be nothing. A malnourished ball of depression and worthlessness. Haha.

Don’t take this post too seriously.

Day 14. A Hero That Has Let Me Down.
November 10, 2011

~Thirty Days of Truth Challenge (

These are all very emphatic, sweeping statements, so again I’m altering it, so simply, someone who has let me down, because I’ve never really met any of my ‘heroes’. So now I’m sat here, trying to think of the biggest disappointment I can. Trying not to talk about people I’ve already mentioned. Actually, this may be slightly off topic, but one of my very good friends, she is kind of a ‘hero’ because I always really respected her. She was always really down to Earth, very clever, never the type to put a lot of effort into things, but she did enough to get by kind of thing, but she had her head screwed on straight. You could always rely on her to tell you things how they were, no pussy-footing about, if you were being an idiot, she’d make sure you knew. Not in a bitchy way, she was just very level-headed. And I used to spend a lot of time with my boyfriend, and never really did much else, and she used to grill me for it, I’d feel bad but never really did anything about it, well I did in the end, I did start to make more of an effort etc, and now I always make sure I make time for my friends, always try to see them when  I can. However, now she has completely gone off the rails, she does exactly what she used to grill be for, she gave up her aspirations of university, is now is a job she is way too clever for, under-paid, and all because of her boyfriend. I mean he’s a nice enough guy, I haven’t really spent enough time with him to come to a real conclusion, but she has turned into the opposite of what she used to be. Using pet names, running to this guy’s every beck and call, she’s his absolute whipping bitch and it makes me sick. He’s all she cares about. I’ve spoken to my other friends about it, we all feel the same, it’s as if she doesn’t really want to know us anymore. So that has been a bit of a let down. I’m just hoping she snaps out of it sooner rather than later, I don’t know what I can really do apart from wait. I’m too afraid to confront her about it because I don’t want to push her away even further. It doesn’t help that I’m barely in my home town anymore anyway, I go down at Christmas, so I will try my hardest to see her then. I wouldn’t be surprised if her and this guy get engaged or something. Though I wouldn’t agree with it. I can never really agree with that sort of commitment at such a young age. My view is, while you’re still basically a kid don’t get into anything long term. Yeah if you’re in a good relationship stay together until you are old enough to make those sorts of decisions. There is no need for it. I plan on being a kid for as long as possible to be honest. I want as little responsibility as possible for as long as possible. Lots of repetition there.

Day 13. A Band Or Musical Artist That Is Important To Me.
November 9, 2011

~Thirty Days of Truth Challenge (

I’m not going to pick my all-time favourite artist, the band Say Anything. Instead, I’m going to write about another of one of my favourite bands The Postal Service. According to my wikipedia sources, they are an American electronic indie pop band. I think that’s pretty apt. They don’t really sound like anyone else. The two members of this band are Ben Gibbard and Jimmy Tamborello.

Why do I love this band so much?

Well, as I said, they are really unique, they don’t fit into any one, main stream genre really. It’s all elecentronic-y, but in a more endearing way, it’s not abrasive or brash, like techno can be. I see it as kind of more futureistic-esque. And all their song have romantacised themes, they’re surreal, and yet still gentle. It chills me out.

Favourite song?

Well, I chose most of my favourite songs on lyrics, being the language obsessive that I am. So my favourite song is The District Sleeps Alone Tonight. I mean what a great title, don’t you just fall in love with it from that?! This song is full of so many great lines, I love lyrcists that use imagery properly and effectively! Just as in, “I’m staring as the asphalt wondering what’s buring underneath.” I really could quote the whole song to be honest, but I shall refrain from doing so.

Near the end of the song I love the lyrics, because it is actually a really beautifully written song, they have actually thought about how they wanted it to sound, linguistically as well as musically.

The district sleeps alone tonight after the bars turn out their lights and send the autos swerving into the lonliest evening.”

And a key line that acts as the anaphoric chorus, “I am finally seeing why I was the one worth leaving.” I like this line because it refelct realisations and clarity but isn’t actually clear at all in what he means. It can be read in a multiple of ways, did she leave him? Is he now seeing her point of view? Or is he now accepting his own reasons for leaving her? Does he now finally fully see it as the ‘right’ thing to do? Who left who? Why? But the point isn’t the know, I just like little rhetoric devices like this (:

Favourite lyric?

In all of their songs, my favourite lyric would have to be in the song Brand New Colony, either

I’ll be the platform shoes, undo what hereditry’s done to you, you won’t have to strain to look into my eyes.


I want to take far from the cynics in this town and kiss you on the mouth, we’ll cut our bodies free from the tethers of this scene, start a brand new colony where everything will change, we’ll give ourselves new names, identities erased.

Oh it’s just so beautiful (‘: go listen to some of their tracks. My top five tracks by them will have to be:

1. The District Sleeps Alone Tonight
2. Brand New Colony
3. This Place is a Prison
4. Recylced Air
5. Clark Gable