Sometimes I write terrible poetry to pass the time. The words hit you, imprinted on your mind yet never sinking in. Tears burn your face as you retract from the world. Diaphragm freezing. Heart racing. Stomach turning to stone as nauseau loiters, curling your numb body tighter. Thoughts racing- a feeble attempt to comprehend rejection. Continue reading Another Terror
Another poem from the hard drive. A little more festive, this one was written for a church competition. It won. My Sparkly Christmas A poem by Kirsty Brown It sparkles in the daylight It sparkles in the night It’s everywhere I look around It’s even on the ground My favourite is the silver But there’s other colours too Gold, purple, red or blue Multicoloured, what’s for you? In class we use it everyday When Christmas comes around The green’s a tree, a shiny blue sky And there’s silver sparkly snow! I find it on my trousers My coat, my shoes-my … Continue reading My Sparkly Christmas
So I just plugged my external hard drive into my shiny new computer for the first time, and clicked on a folder titled ‘IMPORTANT STUFF’. This hard drive, I should warn you, is mainly home to photos, videos and documents from my first laptop purchased circa 2007. I replaced it in 2011 when I returned to college, because commuting with a 17″ laptop is not really practical. Anyway, the first thing in my IMPORTANT STUFF folder was this poem I wrote about Fyvie Castle’s library in sixth year. Here it is, exactly the same way it was submitted in 2008. … Continue reading Bound
Happy World Book Night! To celebrate, I hereby give you 10 completely useless and uninteresting Kirsty-related book facts. My favourite book is Wuthering Heights, which I first read in 5th year for my Personal Study. Heathcliff, you are perfect…please marry me. Also in 5th year we had to read Lord of the Flies. It took my two weeks to read it. I hated it, it’s actually the worst book ever. When I was younger the guy who owns the chemist down in Banff asked me what I wanted to be when I grow up. I said I wanted to be … Continue reading World Book Night 2013
Shakespeare wrote over 154 sonnets. I’ve just written my first sonnet and I’m feeling no need to write another one ever again. A sonnet is a poem, more often than not romantically themed, which is exactly 14 lines long. Each of these 14 lines has exactly 10 syllables, and works to an ‘abab cdcd efef gg’ rhythm. Basically, if you never paid attention in your english classes, it means that every other line rhymes except for the last two as sonnets are finished off with a rhyming couplet. So maybe it’s because I don’t like rhyme, maybe it’s because apparently I really like … Continue reading 140 Syllables Later…
Kirsty Through The Looking Glass 