#f1poems

[theoraeeken]

poetry series ; sebastian vettel + christina rossetti

thus i am mine own prison. everything around me free and sunny and at ease: or if in shadow, in a shade of trees which the sun kisses, where the gay birds sing and where all the winds make virtuous murmering; where bees are found, with honey for the bees; where sounds are music, and where silences are music of an unlike fashioning. then gaze i at the merry-making crew, and smile a moment and a moment sigh thinking: why cannot i rejoice with you? but soon i put the foolish fancy by: i am not what i have nor what i do; but what i was i am, i am even i.

[theoraeeken]

poetry series ; valtteri bottas + lord tennyson

Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,

The flying cloud, the frosty light:

The year is dying in the night;

Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.

Ring out the old, ring in the new,

Ring, happy bells, across the snow:

The year is going, let him go;

Ring out the false, ring in the true.

[theoraeeken]

poetry series ; nico rosberg + sathya narayana

I too like to take revenge on those who hated me, badly treated me, berated me and grated my tender feelings cruelly. I keep my weapons ready, for accidental accost, if any to confront them...

yes...with open arms, glowing smile, gracious visage and lastly with a heartfelt embrace! My revenge is now complete... the enemy yielded with an embarassed face and heart throttling guilt

accepting his total defeat!

[theoraeeken]

me, making my poetry series edits: a normal amount of effort. yes, some redrafts. hmm. what does that look like there? i like it. cool.

me, writing the tags: deranged. unhinged. i'm exploring literary concepts hitherto unknown to man. i've invented a new genre of yearning. grasping at subtext with my grubby little fingers and shoving it in all your faces.