twenty first of february, two thousand and sixteen.
14:23
It could have been something I didn’t do
Perhaps it was leaning towards something more
Life quickened, only two weeks passed for you
How unfair it was, how quick those weeks tore
Was it strict human amusement that gave
Rise to your early death, or was it fate
Was it in my power, your life to save?
Ignorance. I’ve only myself to hate.
Snowflakes could glisten on that pearl white coat
your eyes so dark, gave no one direction
six centimetres long, you were no goat
untitled, a fluff ball of perfection.
Ten times over, maybe it is just me
Pets aren’t my forte, just not meant to be.
♡
all credits to the one and only, me, myself and i.
it's the first sonnet i've ever written and it's based on the death of my winter white dwarf hamster three days ago. we were forced to write a sonnet for an english tutorial class and since sonnets are good for IMPACTFUL, SPUR OF THE MOMENT, CAUGHT UP FEELS i decided that because my hamster had died a day before the sonnet was due that it was fate and a sonnet written about a dead hamster i've only had for 2 weeks needed to be a thing.
the poem itself is rather lacking and is pretty much the baseline for every written thing about death but bare with me, i was up at 2am writing about it. given, i took a nap and decided to give myself until 2am to 6am to write it since that's when i need to start getting ready for uni (the commuting struggles in full blow) it had only took me the better part of an hour to write it actually (because of my natural dope rhyming instincts, obviously)(someone crucify me for saying that please). but yes. a very sleep-deprived belle was has on friday morning. many cups of coffee and cigarette slims would allow me to cope throughout the day.the tutorial class in which we all had to read out our poems was actually the first time i was able to experience listening to peoples work first-hand. as nerve-wrecking as it was reading out something i had wrote myself about anything as intimate as i wanted, it was such a great experience listening and understanding other peoples writing. i sound cliche as fuck but there was a sonnet written about love and relating it to the movements of a clock handle and my goddddddddddd i had never fallen in love with a sonnet so quick in my life (given, i never had prior). IT WAS JUST SO MEMORIZING AND THE WAY THE GUY READ IT OUT WAS SO PACING AND EFFECTIVE AND KSNWEJF. i wish i had complimented him on it but he left way too quick for anyone to say anything to him. i might mention it next tutorial class but then again he might take it as a hint..there needs to be balance.
as for the meaning behind my poem (i'm using this opportunity now to explain it, since i wasn't given the opportunity in my tutorial class to). essentially it's talking about how quick my hamster died, two weeks after i had bought it and i wondered if it died because i bought it and somehow lowered its life expectancy. maybe had i not have bought it, it would have stayed alive for longer? and then the rest of the poem is more of; in loving memory of untitled. she died so quick i didn't have enough time to name her so untitled in the poem being a given name.
(she's so beautiful..)
speaking of dead hamsters, my other robo hamsters actually gave birth quite a while back. four little babies.
14:23
It could have been something I didn’t do
Perhaps it was leaning towards something more
Life quickened, only two weeks passed for you
How unfair it was, how quick those weeks tore
Was it strict human amusement that gave
Rise to your early death, or was it fate
Was it in my power, your life to save?
Ignorance. I’ve only myself to hate.
Snowflakes could glisten on that pearl white coat
your eyes so dark, gave no one direction
six centimetres long, you were no goat
untitled, a fluff ball of perfection.
Ten times over, maybe it is just me
Pets aren’t my forte, just not meant to be.
♡
all credits to the one and only, me, myself and i.
it's the first sonnet i've ever written and it's based on the death of my winter white dwarf hamster three days ago. we were forced to write a sonnet for an english tutorial class and since sonnets are good for IMPACTFUL, SPUR OF THE MOMENT, CAUGHT UP FEELS i decided that because my hamster had died a day before the sonnet was due that it was fate and a sonnet written about a dead hamster i've only had for 2 weeks needed to be a thing.
the poem itself is rather lacking and is pretty much the baseline for every written thing about death but bare with me, i was up at 2am writing about it. given, i took a nap and decided to give myself until 2am to 6am to write it since that's when i need to start getting ready for uni (the commuting struggles in full blow) it had only took me the better part of an hour to write it actually (because of my natural dope rhyming instincts, obviously)(someone crucify me for saying that please). but yes. a very sleep-deprived belle was has on friday morning. many cups of coffee and cigarette slims would allow me to cope throughout the day.the tutorial class in which we all had to read out our poems was actually the first time i was able to experience listening to peoples work first-hand. as nerve-wrecking as it was reading out something i had wrote myself about anything as intimate as i wanted, it was such a great experience listening and understanding other peoples writing. i sound cliche as fuck but there was a sonnet written about love and relating it to the movements of a clock handle and my goddddddddddd i had never fallen in love with a sonnet so quick in my life (given, i never had prior). IT WAS JUST SO MEMORIZING AND THE WAY THE GUY READ IT OUT WAS SO PACING AND EFFECTIVE AND KSNWEJF. i wish i had complimented him on it but he left way too quick for anyone to say anything to him. i might mention it next tutorial class but then again he might take it as a hint..there needs to be balance.
as for the meaning behind my poem (i'm using this opportunity now to explain it, since i wasn't given the opportunity in my tutorial class to). essentially it's talking about how quick my hamster died, two weeks after i had bought it and i wondered if it died because i bought it and somehow lowered its life expectancy. maybe had i not have bought it, it would have stayed alive for longer? and then the rest of the poem is more of; in loving memory of untitled. she died so quick i didn't have enough time to name her so untitled in the poem being a given name.
(she's so beautiful..)
and then they died two weeks later. you'd think me mad but i swear -death- is trailing me. i'm so prone to animals/people dying randomly, it's really not something i can explain properly but once i do i'll write about it.
you'd think nine hamsters later i'd be used to the death of my pets but no. every single goddamn mother fucking time it happens i fall into the most stereotypical four year old depressive state and sulk for a couple of days. it's even worse this time because all four of the babies died at once (pretty sure due to the mothers neglect) but yeah. when i found out i was just casually looking into the cage trying to catch a glimpse of the youngin's since i hadn't heard the unbearable screeching for a while and bam. three in the corner all lifeless and ugly. i couldn't find the forth but i'm assuming the mother ate them (because they do that sometimes in consideration that the world is a scary place and that they cannot bear for their child to grow up in such a cruel, unfair world aka be eaten by something else so she decides to eat them herself)(true story, i swear).
tbc when i'm home from work.
also i am very aware that all of the photos on this blog have stopped working. i'll replace them eventually.
you'd think nine hamsters later i'd be used to the death of my pets but no. every single goddamn mother fucking time it happens i fall into the most stereotypical four year old depressive state and sulk for a couple of days. it's even worse this time because all four of the babies died at once (pretty sure due to the mothers neglect) but yeah. when i found out i was just casually looking into the cage trying to catch a glimpse of the youngin's since i hadn't heard the unbearable screeching for a while and bam. three in the corner all lifeless and ugly. i couldn't find the forth but i'm assuming the mother ate them (because they do that sometimes in consideration that the world is a scary place and that they cannot bear for their child to grow up in such a cruel, unfair world aka be eaten by something else so she decides to eat them herself)(true story, i swear).
tbc when i'm home from work.
also i am very aware that all of the photos on this blog have stopped working. i'll replace them eventually.
