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The Poetry of a Child With Too Many WordsLoading...
Alfie HTable of Contents
Artist Biography
The Jumbling Mess of Me
Author Of Our World
Unwanted Celebration
Colours of Sound
Distorted Colour Monsters Dancing The 2 Step
Hiding behind a Glass Wall
Misty Lagoon Ballad
Testimony To Thy Melodramatic
Sounds of a Petty Bassline
Canvas of Me
I Am Getting Older
Artist Biography
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Hello, my name is Alfie and I am the author of this poetry book. This was created as the final product for our "Working With Words" project and was used to help us learn to gain insight about a written piece, whether it be about the author or the topic.
I'm a very big music person, in the school bands I play electric bass and in the school choirs I'm a tenor. I also play acoustic guitar, a little bit of keyboard and ukulele (if you count it). I associate sounds with colours, it's not quite synesthesia as I don't actually see the colour, but it's significant to how I experience music.
It's been very fun but also very challenging to write these poems and describe my perception of the world in different ways. I like these poems and my progression even though non of these are perfect. I am a complete amateur when it comes to poetry, I'd be surprised if you were expecting otherwise.
I'm a very big music person, in the school bands I play electric bass and in the school choirs I'm a tenor. I also play acoustic guitar, a little bit of keyboard and ukulele (if you count it). I associate sounds with colours, it's not quite synesthesia as I don't actually see the colour, but it's significant to how I experience music.
It's been very fun but also very challenging to write these poems and describe my perception of the world in different ways. I like these poems and my progression even though non of these are perfect. I am a complete amateur when it comes to poetry, I'd be surprised if you were expecting otherwise.
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Hello, my name is Alfie and I am the author of this poetry book. This was created as the final product for our "Working With Words" project and was used to help us learn to gain insight about a written piece, whether it be about the author or the topic.
I'm a very big music person, in the school bands I play electric bass and in the school choirs I'm a tenor. I also play acoustic guitar, a little bit of keyboard and ukulele (if you count it). I associate sounds with colours, it's not quite synesthesia as I don't actually see the colour, but it's significant to how I experience music.
It's been very fun but also very challenging to write these poems and describe my perception of the world in different ways. I like these poems and my progression even though non of these are perfect. I am a complete amateur when it comes to poetry, I'd be surprised if you were expecting otherwise.
I'm a very big music person, in the school bands I play electric bass and in the school choirs I'm a tenor. I also play acoustic guitar, a little bit of keyboard and ukulele (if you count it). I associate sounds with colours, it's not quite synesthesia as I don't actually see the colour, but it's significant to how I experience music.
It's been very fun but also very challenging to write these poems and describe my perception of the world in different ways. I like these poems and my progression even though non of these are perfect. I am a complete amateur when it comes to poetry, I'd be surprised if you were expecting otherwise.
The jumbling mess of me
The beginning of a story, start drawing a circle
Every thought that ive had, like a grain of sand
Mountains build up as if represent where I stand
Based on time based on land
Values kept locked, as protected as one can
The mountains shift, time and time again
Yet I barely notice, its truly bizarre
Like labels in a language only you understand
As the essence of a life only you could star
This is the circle of my worldview
Every thought that ive had, like a grain of sand
Mountains build up as if represent where I stand
Based on time based on land
Values kept locked, as protected as one can
The mountains shift, time and time again
Yet I barely notice, its truly bizarre
Like labels in a language only you understand
As the essence of a life only you could star
This is the circle of my worldview