Update

I have been slacking on some of my film posts. My passions are writing, poetry and films and I have had more time to focus on my poetry lately and due to work constraints haven't had the time to get down to the cinema as often as I would like to.

I am off on holiday for 3 weeks to sunny Cyprus, my homeland so I will not be posting for a while and I certainly won't get the chance to see all the films I want to :(

However in the meantime I would like to point you in the right direction for film reviews - Unparallelled Reflection. I work with this team on Fluid Language and they have branched out into film reviewing so it would be great support for them if I pass on their site to some of my loyal readers.

I will be back on track with watching the most recent films and reviewing once I am back from my holiday and I look forward to doing so! It has been far too long!

My Heart's Taken

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The one thing I have always wanted

Is someone like you to make me finally feel content

I have looked and other times I have forgotten

All the time feeling that life was rotten

Now I have you, you must be mad to think I will let you go

I have your heart and it means the world to me knowing I’m trusted

I know I have something worth all the hassle and patience

Even if keeping it from others is hard as our love is blatant

In hindsight I would have found someone who affected my life in a lesser fashion

But where’s the fun in that?

Where’s the thrill and passion and unexplainable urge

Knowing all along your reputation could be purged

The excitement is far greater

And the love outweighs the danger

I wouldn’t change us for the world and I see your face on his

Knowing he will never match whatever this is

No one will know if this is true or some figment of an imaginary thought

As I never speak your name in the fear of getting caught

Until the day we meet again

Know I will love you as much as the deepest pain

I will always have my heart here waiting, I will never close that door

You will always be part of my life, even though I do not have you anymore

Signed

Patricia Hilton

Quarter-Life Crisis

My friend has decided to dabble in the writing world and with some thoughts weighing on his mind he decided to transfer them into a poem. I love the exprerssion in this poem and I think for a first attempt, he has shown incredible talent! So I will now share his words...

Close to three decades of blood, sweat and tears of joy

Tears of pain and tears of laughter

Memories of ‘back in the day’, weighed down by an overwhelming sense of underachievement

This, is my quarter life crisis

Still young at heart and young in the face as the doors of opportunity appear to slam shut, hit me in the arse and lock themselves behind me

“If I knew then what I know now”, as I write this apology to my 15 year old self

Filled with regrets, replaying episodes of the past 26 years I take stock of my assets

My health, my family, my friends

Money can’t buy me love and I will repay them all with my successes

So as I write this promise to myself in 5 – 10 years I am consoled by the thought that “Life begins at 40”

That was my quarter life crisis

Signed

GeorgeBradley

@MrGeorgeonline

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The Prison of My Mind

I was posting some of my poetry on Fluid Language - a blogspot I write for quite regularly - and a twitter friend suggested that I should try some non-rhyming poetry as this may enhance the intensity of my poems.

I love to write simply, express emotions through being real and not smothering my words with patronising intellect. All to often I feel people go out of their way to find words to use in a book or poem that you would never use in real life, therefore I write as I would do normally. I do not hide my true feelings behind a mask.

However I do like to take on suggestions and I do respect those who write non-rhyming as this provides another realm of interesting poetry for the reader to submerse themselves in.

So I took on board this feedback. I have written non-rhyming poetry before but felt it did not have the kick that my other poems had, ironically. So here is what I wrote in response to the feedback. I will post my other entries when I find them as they are somewhere in a diary that I will have to look up as I never posted them.

Hope you enjoy:

The Prison of My Mind



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I'm trapped in a prison that is the subconscious of my mind
I wish I could tap into it and release the inner yearnings
Of a lost girl who has many hidden revelations dying to creep out
But they are locked away and refuse to be unleashed unto the world

I can't beg anymore for my mind to succumb
I just want these hot sweats and nightmares to end
In the dead of night I wake but I forget in an instance the dreaded deed I seek
I wish I could savour the memory and remember the secret I was once familiar with

But it seems I must remain clueless for there must be a reason
For my inner consciousness to take this episode into the depths of my hidden desires
There has to be a reason I am now ignorantly blissful but obviously remorseful
Maybe I shouldn't delve too deep into an answer I secretly don't want to know...

Clueless I remain in the prison of my mind
This prison has somehow set me free of external guilt
It is there somewhere but not right here
And maybe I'm grateful for my mind's choice
I'll slam the doors on this regretful wish and no longer pester my thoughts

Signed

Patricia Hilton

Please also check out my poetry on Fluid Language :)

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The Dark Knight Rises - TRAILER

From the trailer alone I can see this film is going to be amazing! I love Christian Bale as Batman (I think he is one of the best) but there are some new additions that can make this even better! Anne Hathaway stars as Catwoman but more importantly the sexy Tom Hardy as Bane. Hardy is really choosing his films well and I can't wait to see him as a villain! The last time he was featured as one of the villains, it was in Batman and Robin (1997) which was more of a comedy version of this much loved comic and it also featured Mr Freeze and Poison Ivy. Funnily enough I actually enjoyed this film as a child but now, I prefer the more serious and dark take on the mysterious Batman. I look forward to seeing this and reviewing it as soon as I can. I still have The Pact and The Chernobyl Diaries to review. Sorry for the delay but I will get these up shortly!

Crazy/Beautiful

Instinct takes over and it is pure adrenaline that drives you. Your hair is dishevelled as you angrily push the straying strands from your face. The sweat is slowly trickling down your forehead as you perspire in anticipation.

You know the truth but no one else believes you. this is because he is such a charmer, such a good believer in his own lies. You see red. His face is red, the room has blanketed in a red hue associated with some cheap brother, ironically. You want to lash out. It takes every inch of will power not to smash his smug face in.

He calls you crazy. You are crazy. You are crazy in love with a man that wants nothing more than to hurt you, for some reason you cannot fathom. He calls you crazy. He is crazy to call you that, if he knew better he would shut the hell up, pack his bags and leave you the hell alone.

He doesn't know any better because he never truly listens. He doesn't listen to the faint sound of despair in your angry, shrill voice. He doesn't acknowledge the pain behind your eyes and he fails to see the effect he has on you.

As always you deduce from his untucked shirt and stale smell of cologne that he has been out all night and not alone. He tells you another line, another incredible story of an event so stupid it's almost believable.

This time you have had it. This time is the last you tell yourself. This time you are at the end of your fading tether. You repeat this in your head as you scream your obscenities at him.

He does whatever he pleases and this is where the frustration stems. The fact that you end up alone and angry on a regular occasion. This time is the last, you tell yourself again and again. The rage is too great and your disdain for this pathetic man standing before you is too great, you say to yourself.

In this angry discussion, she has never looked so beautiful. The sweat glistens off of her brow and her golden hair flows effortlessly down her back. As he stares at her in mid-rant, he forgets what it is about her that he frequently uses to justify his behaviour.

She looks better than ever before. During their time together he glimpses her inner beauty here and there but she rarely allows him to see it anymore. He brushes past her without a second look and goes about his business because he has to, because she refuses to let  her guard down anymore. She is negative. She has lost the energy he once loved about her.

In moments like this, he sees the beauty behind her angry passion. She looks crazy but she has that energy that makes him want her more than anyone in the world. He forgets what he ever hated about her in that one frivolous moment.

This behaviour becomes a circular destruction of a once loving relationship.

This behaviour is the demise of society and expands the divide between men and women even further.

Women seem to change once comfortable, they forget their frivolous nature when they first met their love. Men then decide to take matters in their own hands and avoid the subject but manage to get their needs elsewhere. Sometimes the roles are reversed. Sometimes the pair do the same thing to each other yet still remain in a loveless relationship.

Whichever way it happens, it isn't healthy but it makes people feel alive. It makes people feel stupid but human. It makes them feel wanted and loved. It makes them feel something, anything...

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