Don’t jump to conclusions on this one. I know you all will

# Our Similarity
# Written by Tom Spiteri
# From: http://tomspit.com/

I try to tell myself that our similarity means nothing,
I then begin to think that these things must mean something.

Perhaps I’m not thinking enough or maybe over the top,
This craziness isn’t good for my health, I really need to stop.

I know I’m being very stupid, I’m about to make a mistake,
But for some odd reason it’s a chance I’m going to take.

I try to tell myself that our similarity means nothing,
I really, really hope that they do actually mean something.

# PAR!
# Written by Tom Spiteri
# From: http://tomspit.com

My rhymes involve skill, they’re always off the wall,
I wouldn’t bother contesting, you’d have no chance at all,
I’m the king of the hill, call me the master of rhyme,
I’ve already held this title for quite a long time.

Challenging me would be a terrible mistake,
My rhyming is all natural, it’s like a piece of cake,
I may seem to boast a lot, always bigging up my skill,
But it’s like you’re like the shrimp and I’m the flaming grill.

PAR! Cheesey rhymes for the win?

No talk recently, (5)
Ignoring the signs I make, (7)
Who is losing out? (5)

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Your mother.

Summer has now began people! I have to admit, the “pre-summer” activities were better than my first two days of summer. Ok, ok, it’s only been two days since everywhere broke up (properly) and yes, I only have £24.49 to spend (and save for London, please mum, give me some more!) > Nah, I can’t keep asking her for money, it’s not fair at all. So my last blog post was a poem (surprise, surprise, Romeo has been at it again) and this one actually has a little haiku I thought I’d write (took like 30 seconds) for some reason (god knows what goes through the space that is called my head).

My blogs a mess, well these real blog posts (which is what a blog is supposed to have) are poorly constructive. But do I give a monkeys? No. Onto other news, Jake has now left for concentration camp.. I mean Costa Del Aids (Costa Rica, boo hoo). I probably won’t see him now until after summer because when he gets back, I go away. Did I tell you that I’m going to the motherland on holiday, yeah I’m going to Cyprus (and I thought Cyprus wasn’t in Greece, what?). I have emailed a few clubs to try and get a slot in them while on holiday although I highly doubt my mum will let me (she did say I should, as a joke it turns out, fool). Shame.

Forthcoming? I’ve got London on the 1st (I hope the record shops are open on a sunday, plus I’m missing some bank holiday aperture event, CASPA had better be good!). That’s with the social monster aka Samuel (love you, no homo, man love, ya dig?) so some quality time should be good (now you’re thinking I’m gay, sorry to let you down, but I like females). I’ve also got some club nights coming up (hopefully) thanks to Dave (or Droneboy to others – not that I even know him personally!) so yeah, the next 6 weeks should be decent.

I can’t be bothered writing any more now, I hope you like the addition of a picture to my blog post, I’ll do it for every post (or most). All the best, love to hear from you.

# Flow
# Written by Tom Spiteri
# From: http://tomspit.com

I lay in my bed and think all night,
My legs fall asleep but my mind takes flight,
It gives me time to process my day,
Time to remember if there was a better way.

I learn and strive to become a better guy,
My personality isn’t top but at least I still try,
It seems I can’t be perfect and liked by all I know,
Time can’t be planned, it is one continuous flow.

This poem contains a swear word, I have used it as I feel it is the proper word to describe the action. If you really dislike swearing then don’t read this poem.

# Another Side
# Written by Tom Spiteri
# From: http://tomspit.com

I think about others and the actions they make,
I ponder many consequences of the chances they take,
I worry for their well-being especially for the futures sake,
I do this day and night, I rarely take a break.

I watch in the distance as daily events unfold,
I know of many stories but most are never told,
I embrace many changes as the news becomes old,
I attempt to remain as trusted with many stories to hold.

They don’t really know me or my current mind set,
They can keep on guessing but never be truly correct.
They may bitch about me or try making me crack,
They might forget the fact that I can bitch right back.
They could be foolish and feel that they’ve won,
They underestimate what I could do or have already done.

I change and adapt my mind, every minute, every day,
I’m smarter than you think and just one more thing to say,
If you treat me well then I’ll do the same to you,
No one really knows me or what I could ever do.

# A Summary Of Myself
# Written by Tom Spiteri
# From: http://tomspit.com

Lost in a sea of feelings,
Stranded in a pool of thoughts,
They linger in my head for days on end,
These obstacles I want no more.

I walk through the town on my own,
I daydream and plan my day,
These plans never seem to work properly,
Most things never go my way.

Yet something still keeps me going,
Perhaps never really knowing the truth,
Unreliable people with many things to doubt,
To believe I require some proof.

Lost in a sea of feelings,
Stranded in a pool of thoughts,
This isn’t depression,
I’m always making progression,
I’m aiming to achieve much more.

# Precious Planet Earth
# Written by Tom Spiteri
# From: http://tomspit.com

Enjoy it while you can because it will all come to an end,
I’m not just talking about schooldays but also family and friends,
We take many things for granted in our short and lonely lives,
Were too greedy for our own good, it’s the definition of mankind.

People protesting get nowhere, it’s action that needs to be made,
People are doing nothing for good, for this they’re getting paid,
The state of the world is unbelievable, there’s now just too much stress,
It’s all one great big competition, the winner controls the rest.

Power is too centralised and corruption is a global truth,
Elders are now evermore afraid of the crazy and violent youth,
Where does this leave planet earth and the beings it caters for?
We take and never seem to give back, all we ever want is more.

Many people are used and abused for our ever growing greed,
To come together and work as one is what we really need,
I’m not some peace fanatic, just a normal 16 year old teen,
Just action needs to be taken is what I really mean.

# Constant worry
# Written by Tom Spiteri
# From: http://tomspit.com

She’s online right now but resist I do,
I can’t seem to bring myself to talk to you.

I click your name but then I stall,
I don’t want to try just in case I fall.

I’m afraid of denial, being a social reject,
I worry if I tell her, will I lose her respect?

I want to show my feelings but it’s proving real tough,
In my mind being friends just isn’t enough.

# Action plan
# Written by Thomas Spiteri.
# http://tomspit.com/

The plan is there and the course is set,
The love itself is my only threat,
The thought of rejection is scary enough,
I’ve got to continue, advance and be tough.

She has full control, a puppet on a string,
She is embedded in my mind, deep under my skin,
She can knock me down or reflect my thoughts,
I’ve got to try hard, love cannot be bought.

# Chances
# Written by Tom Spiteri
# From: http://tomspit.com

The chances I’ve had to tell her straight,
Until I do, I’ll remain as a mate,
I take all this time to contemplate,
Do I stay this quiet or ask her on a date?

The chances I’ve had to make her mine,
I’ve been thinking about this for too much time,
I’m staying down low like I’ve committed a crime,
Do I stay in order or do I cross the line?

I’ve had countless chances and I’m being dumb,
I’ve had countless chances and you’re the one,
I’ve had countless chances and it’s no longer fun,
I’ve had countless chances. Many, many chances.