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Poetry, what happened to you bro?!

Just to clear things up really quickly: I’m not talking to poetry in general and being all like, “Hey poetry, you used to be cool man…Till the MAN got hold of you and discovered way too many words that rhyme with vagina and made too much emphasis on the colour of the skin of the girl singing dat poetry man…” No, I’m not talking to poetry in general-I’m talking to my own poetry!

And also, although this may have been better to write first although I’m not copying and pasting again-this mightn’t make sense at all if you haven’t read my other stuff. If you still don’t care-thank you, I love you and party on Garth.

So I said a few days ago (drunkenly) that I was going to post poems that I had been writing every day on here, just to try and share a little bit of razzamatazz and try to find new ways in which to express myself cause I was feeling like I simply didn’t have the means to do it any other way. Still sorta feel that way a little bit what whatever, not the point. I’ve still been writing every day-on here and in my little Nanushka journals but I have no more poetry in me to write. It’s obscene-considering the quality of what there was before that I’m already burnt out. It makes me a little bit sad, cause I was actually having a decent little bit of fun with it. It’s like with piano-although piano has been just fun as opposed to a good emotional outlet (see, with piano I can’t play it for shit but I feel like keyboard cat and with poetry I know how to use, at the very least, all the fundamentals of the language, whether or not my ability to put it together is satisfactory…well now I feel like dog…Image

(I know this is technically the wrong meme for it but OMFG LOOK IT THINKS IT’S A BUNNY HAWWWWWW)

A lot of what I reckon has happened is that I’ve simply run out of methods within poetry to express myself. I mean, how many poems can one person write about how they love the environment and animals or are heinously in love with a girl? Oh wait…that’s right…most every song made over the last 50 years. Ma bad.

Yeah. I’m not sure what really happened. Part of the reason for this is that I know I have friends that read this and I know that I have followers who I’ve no idea of who they actually are that write their own poetry and probably most certainly know actual poets (or talented lyricists-if anyone knows any of those too I’m down.) SOOOOO that means that I can ask for advice on who to read/what to listen to 🙂

This is me, Toby,  now asking of you to not only to trudge through this unforgivingly poorly structured blog even more than you already been, but to suggest possible methods of getting my chi (I know I’m using this word in the wrong concept, I’m not PC at all) back yo! I’m going to detox the SHIT out of my liver after my blood test on Friday cause whatever it is I’m sick with, I have abused this baby(my liver) to a point where it’s the Lindberg baby.

Yeah, that just happened. I just referenced my drinking to a tragedy involving a couple losing their baby. If we want to rewind and look at my last few months before I left Sydney, it’s really not that lacking in reason.

I am the Red Dragon (for those who know me shall fear yet love me).

Anywho, hope everyone’s week is going well! Nearly the weekend yayy! It’s my birthday soon too so that makes me a bit more chipper! Thinking about detoxing until the weekend of my birthday to smack shit up with Janine-no caffeine, no nicotine, no drugs (even though I don’t take them anyways) and no alcohol. At the least-no caffeine, no alcohol and less nicotine. Watchy’all think? ESPECIALLY TO YOU LIKE, RAW VEGANS WHO ARE FOLLOWING ME I KNOW WHO YOU ARE TEACH ME TO DETOX PLZ “__”

Lovez youse allz!
Toby Fredkin


Poem of the Day 24/06/2012: The Moon

The Moon

Sometimes on cold, dark, starless nights,
On nights that are just like these,
Me and my cigarettes sit outside
In the cold, dark, starless breeze.

I take out a friend and ask him,
“When will I feel at home?”
He flickers with a bright idea
And puff! I’m all alone.

Then, the moon pops out his face
And says, “Well, how’d you do?”
“Well, I’m a little bit lost my friend,
But tell me, how are you?”

“I feel a bit on the dark side,” he tells me
Whilst he wears that funny old frown,
“I’m inexplicably attracted to this Earth
But I can’t stop circling round.”

“Well that’s no good!” I exclaim
With all my sympathies to his ply
And I turn to offer him a drink
But it’s a cold, dark, moonless sky.

So I grab another friend and ask him,
“Do you think he’s coming back?”
But my friend, he didn’t stay for long
And the moon hurtled through the black.

“Look who I’ve just found!” he delights
With singing stars by his side.
“I feel myself growing fuller now!
I can feel the change in the tides!”

“Now that one’s just not funny,” I remark
As I try to hide my smile.
“I’ve missed you looking quite so ravishing,
Maybe you could stay a while?”

So my friends and him, we sit outside
Whilst the flickering stars, they play.
But they’ve started to burn less brightly now
And I can feel the coming day.

“I can see that you’re still frowning,”
I sadly tell my fading friend.
“Is because you and Earth still float apart
At the coming of this night’s end?”

And as his face droops lower and he shines with less brilliance,
He becomes suddenly serious. He leans in and whispers to me to listen.
So I do.

“it’s a curse that you and I both share
To shine brighter through black than blue.
But you don’t need to shine as brightly
If you’ve got bright company with you.”

And though the loves
Of the heavens above
May spend an eternity almost in bloom,
I will stoically wait,
As t’is my fate
To wait, just like the moon.

Poem of the day: 23/06/2012

ImageHere’s another one! This one isn’t serious, it’s a little joke poem for a dear little friend of mine. Even if she is a bit horse-ish <3(fairly sure I’m the rabbit)

Did you know sometimes I hate you?
Not really but please understand
it’s through no fault or flaw of your own
I just kinda wanna maybe hold your hand.

Although I could twist my words and say it is your fault
For being such a cutie.
Not because of the blonde or because of the blue
But the diet for that booty!

And though this may make me seem dirty
Don’t think me insincere,
I also blame your charm and wit
And patient listening ear.

You make my life seem like a meme
That’s not even Bad Luck Brian,
It’s more like Carly Rae Jepsem lyrics,
Except as if she were trying.

But now this poem I’m afraid
Must steer a different course.
I’m starting to get emotional
And you’re starting to look like a horse.

Not really but I promised that I would slip that line in,
Even though it was in all truth very touch and go,
Now let’s stop beating round the bush
And let’s let out that fro!

This poem’s not that great
And people might not get it,
But I just had to say I love you dear
And don’t you ever forget it!

And hopefully when you get here
I can stop writing poetry,
Cause you’ll help me stop feeling sad
And I’m shit at making stuff rhyme.

Poem of the day: 22/06/2012

Even though it’s technically the 23rd, I’m still awake from the 22nd so counting it as that date. And as I promised, regardless of how embarrassing it may be, here’s the first poem I’ve publicly shared since I was sixteen. Enjoy!


I remember that you

as a child –

still fresh-faced and unburdened by your world

had a special little jewellery box

filled only with your most special things-

things only for you.


And as you grew older,

barely still a child

but still enamoured with the world

held onto this special little jewellery box

filled only with your most special things-

things only for you.


I remember when the yellow-hearted thieves

saw you no longer a child

start to float away from the world,

grasping for your special little jewellery box

laden only with your most special things-

things only for you.


And as you drifted ever upwards

bearing no more semblance to this child,

no longer a part of their yellow world

try to damage that special little jewellery box

packed only with your most special things-

things only for you.


And as you now stand before me,

a child in knight’s armour

again enamoured with your world,

I think that it’s time to open your special little jewellery box,

still full of your most special things-

things only for you.

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