The Bohemian Poet

A collection of personal poems and ideas forged through madness and creativity!

It is so exciting to be launching this blog/website thing tonight! For those of you who are close to me, probably know about my previous not so successful blog that went down over at Weebly. It was a good idea, to begin with, old P & P, (No, not Pick & Pay) but my terribly slow iPad was not helping me host the website properly and my inspiration for the project simply dried up.

But inspiration is back in full swing, and my ever so witty internet writing is back once again and now for good! For those of you who missed me… I missed you too.

The focus for The Bohemian Poet is for me to mainly share my writing, concepts and unpopular opinions about the candy land of a world we live in.

I am so grateful to everyone who has supported my artistic vision throughout the years, you all know who are. (You’re supposed to smile while reading this…) I also want to say special thanks to Chantal Du Toit for designing my killer logo. (You may give her a round of applause silently in your mind.)

An expression is so important and I’m so glad that I have the opportunity to do so. I am too awkward and shy to host a YouTube channel and I’m low key boring so you’d probably turn me off, except if I had to sing of course.

So before I ramble anymore… I would like to share a poem with you. I mean it’s the reason why I called this blog The Bohemian Poet after all. Hopefully, you enjoy my insight and madness.

The following poem is a poem I wrote about somebody who really broke my heart. (Here’s your ten minutes of fame, asshole.) Please note that this is my own work, so if you steal it, I’ll steal your soul.


“When you left for the city, it was like you left for war. And unlike getting news telling me you’re dead, I slowly realized that you were when you told me someone else was in your bed. 

I sat in the pan of the mountains longing for your presence, while you went off drinking from plastic fountains. 

You unravelled my paper, held me in your arms, it felt like home, I can’t 

believe I fell for your charms. 

You unravelled my paper, inspired my mind, got me high in a cloud, the same way you do when I’m not around. 

I’ve released you now. Gone you are. Please just go away far. Ideas and thoughts they crush me now, but not the same way you crushed my heart. 

I hope he’s worth it, because every time I think of you coming back to get me, I just see myself saying no. 

Because if he could replace me for just one night, then why would you want me? It just doesn’t seem right. 

You have the most beautiful face, but the ugliest heart. 

True colours really show, and I’m glad yours did so I can finally let you go. 

You said you were busy back when I was begging you to talk to me. 

Then I left you and you got someone else to fill my shoes.

You’re so shallow. When the Tsunami comes you’ll be the first to drown. And when it does come, I won’t be saving you. I’ll be saving myself.”

Copyright © Douglas Vrey, 2017


So there we have it, thank you for reading. Be sure to check back for more poetry, sarcasm and whatever else you’re supposed to do on a blog…

Yours in Madness.

The Bohemian Poet

 

Dearest Bohemians.

This is the first time I’m greeting you since school started, but you know how it goes. I don’t get paid to air out my thoughts online and neither is that part of my school curriculum. Anyways, I sincerely hope all my readers have been well. I hope 2018 has been kind to you, and that Y’all have been kinder to yourselves.

This last week was a pretty huge week for me, and not because it was Valentine’s Day on Wednesday. This week is generally a week in which the commercial market tries to sell “love” to us, but for me, love came all on its own. True Love.

Now, in the previous two years, I used to hate Valentine’s Day and I would purposely wear black to school on the day and act as if this stupid, overcommercialized day had no power over me. I found every excuse in the book totally avoid it. But, that gets tiring after a while. As Cynical as I am, I thought I’d rather embrace the day this year. Not to necessarily love someone in particular, but to have fun. All I can say is that that was the best decision. Besides, you’re only 17 once and the time I have to make High School memories is slowly coming to an end.

So how did I have fun on Valentine’s Day?

Well, I bought sweets and cupcakes from my friends who were selling and I sent them to, yours truly… Me. I would have put a picture up of what I got but I have no self-control and I ate it all before I could take any decent pictures.

I also decided to have fun and dress up a little bit… and I got a huge amount of compliments from friends and teachers. So it just shows you, a little bit of effort goes a long way.

 

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And just when you thought I couldn’t get enough of dressing up, I attended the Valentine’s Ball at school with my two best friends Leané and Khensani. It was the first time I’ve been to the Valentine’s Ball in my years of being at the school, and everyone was pleasantly surprised with my dancing capabilities… except the Afrikaans girls. I cannot Sokkie whatsoever. 😬

So in other words, I really had a revolutionist mindset towards Valentine’s Day this week. I didn’t try and find some soul to share the day with but instead, I decided to be more active and involved in the happiness of my friends and my own. I found something great about Valentine’s Day, and for me, it’s getting to share it with my friends whether I’m in a relationship or not, sending gifts to myself, getting to dress up and dancing on the dancefloor like crazy. Life’s too short to spend hating February the 14th.


Also in other news, Jacob Zuma finally stepped down as the President of South Africa, and although I’m not too concerned with irrelevant politics I count myself fortunate to be alive to witness this.

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On the family front, my grandfather hit a new milestone by reaching 80 years old this last Thursday.

And as of Today, I am now a brother to five with my newest sibling, John Edward Vrey born at 01:27 this morning. May light shine upon him, and all my siblings lives.


So in the week that we celebrate love, I was once again reminded of its true meaning. Family, Friends and God’s guiding hand over our country. I am eternally grateful all the blessings I have and the fact that I have this platform to share it with you all.

Remember to be apart of life. That’s when you really start enjoying it because by being passive you become irrelevant.

Yours in Madness. ♥️️

The Bohemian Poet

Dearest Bohemians.

Ah, the famous line your uncle Bob always tells you when he says goodbye to you at the family reunion… “Don’t do drugs, stay in school.” As cliché as he might sound, it’s the truth. In order to do well in life, you’ve got to lay off the bad stuff and focus on the good so you can prosper and shine bright like Vaseline on someone’s forehead.

Although, attaining to good comes at a price! So on the eve of the new academic year that starts tomorrow here in South Africa, I’m going to give the school-goers some essential tips as to how you can survive 2018, perform your best and avoid as many existential crises as possible.

So I know in my school, there are 3 elements that are evident. These 3 elements all play a role in developing students into holistic individuals that can go out and become something in the world. Those elements are academics, sport and culture.

I recently asked two people that are close to me in school what tips they can give in terms of excelling in these areas. academic


Michaela Erlank, who has placed several times at the top of the top 10 in her grade, gives her 5 tips to academic success.

I’ve never had to put it into words before because😂😂 honestly, studying isn’t fun and I think everyone knows that 😂🤷‍ it’s just a case of being able to create opportunities for yourself after school … like getting into the university of your choice for the degree you want 🤔🤔 and my parents are very supportive, like they never pressurize me to be in Top 10 and they don’t get angry when I don’t do well on a test or whatever 🤔😂 and on top of that, my friend group helps to motivate me, because we all like to do well at school (not that I use them for their smarts) but it never hurts to surround yourself with people who have ambition 💪💪😂 so I guess that would be 3 things already:

1. Focus on your future. (even though it sounds cheesy)

2. Don’t be unrealistic about your goals.

3. Surround yourself with people who motivate you. And another huge thing is :

4. Plan your time efficiently.

5. Still, find time to do things you enjoy. (because I love reading and life would not be fun for me without books) 😂😂 

A bonus tip… is to find what study method works for you, because we all have different ways of retaining information🤔🤔😂 suppose you could get all of these tips from an LO book 😂🤷‍


Storm Sinclair, who is part of their school’s 2018 1st Team Girl’s Hockey, and has been awarded player of the match countless times before, shares their tips as to how they maintain good sportsmanship on the field.

“Field Hockey has been a part of my life for as long as I can remember. It’s a way for me to get all my frustrations out but it’s also a way for me to have a good time with my teammates. In a sport like Hockey you need teamwork otherwise, the dream just doesn’t work. Having good relationships with your teammates not only improves the game, but it’s also a great way to make friends. Your team is with you throughout the season, it really makes everything horrible if everyone has a disagreement all the time. Compromising is key and overall trust in your teammates will guarantee a great season.
Of course, there is no ‘I’ in ‘TEAM’, but your individual skill does matter. “Practice makes perfect” is a line I’ve heard many times throughout my years playing hockey, and it is definitely true. If you ever find yourself struggling to master a trick or simply just getting fit and ready for the season, get a buddy you trust – or you can go to your coach – someone you know will help you improve on things that need improving, or if you can’t, search things on YouTube! It has definitely saved me a few times. Of course, practice is there so that you can work on things, but sometimes there just isn’t enough time, practising at home definitely does not go to waste!”


For the last element of school life, I guess I could give you my own advice as to how you can flourish as a Culture Vulture.

My advice to you is, don’t be afraid. Other people in school always tend to treat the actors, singers and speakers like they’re a bit crazy. Some are going to laugh, but when you do decide to get up on that stage, take pride and show them what’s been brewing inside. (Even though it feels like your left ventricle is about to explode from your heart beating so fast.) 

Always make room for criticism, and realize that there will always be somebody who’s better than you and that is okay. Never lose love and passion for what you do, for singing, acting and speaking all require a different part of yourself that some never explore. Never become too arrogant and always appreciate the gift you have. Remember, once you achieve success, let that become your new zero or starting point. Then you can start at the bottom each time, but raise the roof once you’re finished. Let that be a continual cycle. 

Scout out the older students in your school who you know are really involved with culture. Go talk to them, ask them how they do what they do, and how they build their technique. They’ve usually been under good counsel from great teachers and coaches, so I’m sure they can help you in learning how to calm your nerves, memorize that line better or hit that really high note. Remember, the culture side of the school is always nicer when you have friends that can share the stage with you.


Along with all these tips, I’d like to share with you all a poem I wrote not too long ago about drugs and the consequence of choosing to partake in that lifestyle. I thought the poem is actually quite appropriate for this blog post’s title.

So, here it is…


“I’m poor and I’m broke and yes I do coke. 

No, not the type you drink with your friends, but the type that takes you round the town’s bends.

Deliver me Satan I snort it, it’s 3 am again and I’m short it. 

I’m a toxic child you know, out of dungeons my weeds grow. Stop pretending my walk of life is something you know. You know it all.

Are you just going to stand back and watch me fall? Too late, today my child began to crawl.

Sniff, snuff, snort. Oh damn, I just got caught. Not red-handed by the cops, but by the Lord Almighty whose humanly sentences he justly full stops.” 

Copyright © Douglas Vrey, 2018


So without making this blog post any longer, I’d just like to wish all my school going readers a successful and bright year ahead. Let’s kick the procrastination, bad attitude and unwillingness to learn, and welcome in a mindset of renewal and contentment within ourselves to attain great results. I’m wishing you all the best for the new year, and I sincerely hope you reach all your goals.

And remember, “don’t do drugs, stay in school”

Yours in Madness.

The Bohemian Poet

Dearest Bohemians.

I want to share with you all a little piece of irony… So I have this blog, and I casually invite you all to come have a read and see what I’m up to. I’m so grateful for all the support and admiration I get from you. It really means a lot, but today I’m going to share a confession with you all.

I don’t read! Well, not very much.

I know, atrocious. I really wish I could, and I so badly want to be that bibliophile that own tons of books, reads all day, has a fantastic vocabulary and sense of grammar. Unfortunately, I get so bored with reading material, and I really struggle to find things that interest me. I do have some really great books on my shelf and on my Kindle that I’ve read and loved, but it’s an amount far too little for a writer.

My biggest struggle is concentration. That’s what often forces my mind to wander off to Utopia. That then leaves me neglecting a book, and so many good authors. This issue is so bad that I fall asleep in class when reading the set book, and that sort of attitude isn’t mine or one I want to continue. I love books, but…

So it’s my goal to start reading more, to allow me to write better. If you as Bohemians have any advice or recommendations on books to read, that I won’t neglect, contact me and I’d love to hear from you. You can also drop me a mail at admin@thebohemianpoet.com

Currently, I am divulging very slowly, for the second time, through The Perks of being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky. So hopefully I’ll finish it soon and be a writer ready to take inspiration.

I know it’s been a while since I last included a poem of my own in a blog post. I mean that’s what I’m supposed to be doing here… bohemian POET, but I am still working on concepts and what not. I still want to get back to the two poem idea’s I got from my Capturing Emotions Project request. You can have a look at that over here.

Just pretend all this is poetry. 😉

Also, a special shoutout to Cameron Foster. He edited the image at the top of the post. He also has a YouTube Channel that you should check out.

Yours in Madness.

The Bohemian Poet

Going on 17!

Dearest Bohemians

Please take note that this blog post has been written over a course of 3 days from 7th January 2018- 9th January 2018. This also happens to be the first blog post for 2018!

Ladies, Gentlemen and Aliens. I present to you…

🎈🎉🎁 My Birthday Post  🎁🎉🎈


7 January 2018: My birthday is only tomorrow, the 8th, but that hasn’t stopped me from making a playlist on my phone with 17 songs that all have to do with my new age that arrives tomorrow, you guessed it, 17! I’ve got Dancing Queen by ABBA, Edge of Seventeen by Stevie Nicks and 17 by Youth Lagoon playing to get me all psyched up for tomorrow. This playlist has already inspired me at only 5 songs in, so I decided to get up and write my birthday post. 😁 Here’s a preview of the songs on my Apple Music that you can enjoy if you’re also turning 17 sometime in the near future.

To be turning 17 means I’m not as naive as I was when I was 16, but I still get the chance to enjoy my youth, get up to mischief and be a little childish before I sell myself off to 18 and adulthood. It’s also the year that I can get my learners license and begin learning to drive. 17 is mostly the age they sing about in songs and make shitty movies about that star Zac Efron, but it’s a bittersweet year of teenage reminisce and I can’t wait to add this year’s memories to my wide collection that stands full.

Here are some photos from previous birthdays I’ve had in the last 16 years…

Please excuse the quality of some of these photo’s, technology was limited back in the early 2000s, and neither did my parents know how to properly function a camera. (You know the ones that still used film…🎞 )These photos are some of the better ones. 🙈💻📷

Here are some fun facts about how old I was when…

  • I started playing the piano at 8 years old and I’ve always been singing in the passage of my different houses or while doing dishes since, forever.
  • I joined Facebook just before I turned 14. In fact, I signed up two days before my birthday so everyone would wish me. 🙊🤦
  • I started school at 7 years old. Exactly 10 years ago.
  • I moved to Newcastle when I was 13, Germiston when I was 10, Krugersdorp when I was 9 and Welkom when I was 3.
  • I became an uncle at 16.
  • I started The Bohemian Poet at 16.
  • I was 14 when I bought my first CD, which was Now! 68.
  • I was 11 years old when BBM was still a thing, and 6 years old when the first iPhone came out.

Thank you for reading my first instalment of weird facts and photos. Now we wait for tomorrow… I’ve got some lovely things planned and I can’t wait to share it with you in two days time. Thank you for reading my prenup to the 8th of January!

That’s all I have for Birthday’s Eve… Til tomorrow!!! 😊😎🧜‍♂️


8 January 2018: So I’m officially 17!!! (Well, sort of. I was actually born at 12:30 pm, but whatever.) I woke up at the crack of dawn (like 4 am) because no matter how I old I get, my birthday will still excite me. I sat on my window sill and had a cup of milo, then when the clock struck 5 am, I went to go have a look on my phone. There were so far 8 messages, for the 8th of January! All from special friends, whose messages I really appreciate. Thank you. 🐛♥️️

I was born on Monday, so this is the first time since 2007 that’ll I’ll be celebrating my birthday on the same day of the week as I was born on. According to my mother, this time 17 years ago she was eating a muffin. Just thought you should know… 😂 I’m going to go make some more milo and listen to some music, so I’ll be back later. 🎈🎉🎁

Alrighty, I’m back! According to the clock (13:30) this time 17 years ago I would’ve been an hour old.

I had breakfast with my mom and just spent the morning in the mall. I went off to buy some things for my bedroom, and I also got the Harry Styles CD that I’ve been meaning to get for a while. Then I popped into Old Khaki to get a shirt for tonight that you’ll probably see in the next entry. I’m going for pizza tonight with a couple of friends so I can’t wait. 🍕image1

So far it’s been a lovely day, I had lots of people smile at me in the mall. I had some good friends come say hello… It’s also been nice to document it all on this blog so I can cringe at myself in a few years to come😂. I’ve really had such lovely poems and messages come in, and all I can say is that I’ve truly been blest with the world’s kindest friends. Especially Helen and the managers at Woolworths with their Low GI cucumber sandwiches🥒🥪. Thank you to everyone who has phoned me, messaged me, written on my Facebook and put me all over their WhatsApp statuses. It really means a lot and I love each and every one of you.

That’s all for now… If I don’t write later, I’ll be back to conclude this post tomorrow and that’s when everyone will read it. 😁

What an amazing birthday dinner to close off a lovely day. Storm, Amy, Lara and Mouse joined in my celebrations, and I quite honestly couldn’t have had better company. Weird conversations and all… 😬👀I had so much ice cream it’s not even funny. It was great to have the staff of Panarottis clapping and singing around like I usually do on my own. 🤓

I’m so grateful for all the warmth that I’ve had from everyone today and all the small blessings. Friendship is really so important. Thank you for making the day really special. One of the best in a long time!

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That’s all for the 8th of January 2018. Til next year…

Thank you, once again. 🐛♥️


9 January 2018: Good morning everyone.😊

It’s posting day today, and my three-day diary entry has now come to an end. Thank you for reading. I’m such a kid, I haven’t slept properly because I’ve been so excited. 😂🤦 So y’all know what I’ll be doing later. 😴

Yours in Madness.

The Bohemian Poet


Dearest Bohemians

What a rocky few weeks I’ve had since I last posted. The blog disappeared from the internet and I lost a few posts but they’re all back where they belong now, thankfully. I had a few days of just lying in bed not knowing what to do with myself at some points due to all sorts of odd reasons, and this allowed for some awfully dark thoughts to enter my cranium. I can now finally say that I’m recovered just as my blog has been refreshed. I do promise to be more regular from here on with regards to the maintenance of THE BOHEMIAN POET! Just remember life does get in the way. I would also like to say a big thank you to one of my very special friends who has helped me in getting my blog back online. I’m extremely grateful.

So let’s get talking about this new thing everyone seems to be raving about… 2018. A New Year is always quite exciting. It’s a small significant life event that stands for new starts and opportunities, music and international headlines. It’s the bustling aroma of construction and destruction, that may form part of a history book but also part of our identities.

I for one do not believe in this, “New Year, New Me” bullshit. It’s a corrupted idea that we’ve become so familiar with. Resolutions are also nauseating. Over glamourizing a new year is poison. That is just a pothole of depression asking to be formed. A new year is quite simply a continuation of the calendar. Although I do agree it is important to reflect on the last year, to celebrate and be grateful for all the blessings, opportunities and hard ass lessons you had to learn. Eish, those were painful but necessary. In the same breath, don’t mock and hate on 2017. She was good to you. You are still here, reading, on the edge of a new year. You have so much to be grateful for.

And Remember… You’re going to get tired next year, you’re going to get upset and feel like you aren’t achieving or moving forward, you’re going to fight with people, but you have the power to decide how you’ll react to your bank balance being R2.93. 2018 will throw possibly anything at you, but be ready to tackle it. As long as you have the mindset that encourages positivity, you’ll be just fine.

I, as the owner of The Bohemian Poet, would just like to say a big thank you to all my loyal friends and family who sacrificed their data to come read my shitty poems. It really means a lot, and when I log on to my site diagnostics, I see you there and all the links you’ve followed to get here. That really warms my heart.

The Bohemian Poet promises to be more consistent with content for 2018, and I can’t wait to see what the future holds for us as a community.

So here’s to good music, inspiring books, brilliant photography, and insightful poems for the next year…

Yours in Madness.

The Bohemian Poet

P.S: I’ve made a video just to say thanks for the last year.

 

 

 

Dear Bohemians.

So I am back online now. My week away in Normandien was really what I needed. I got to detox from all my social media, and I ended up making amends to a few mistakes I had made. I got closer to my musical family (The NKZN Youth Choir of 2018) and I saw some rather wonderful landscapes and scenery, something you don’t quite get back at home. I also managed to write more poems to keep my readers engaged and I can’t wait to show you it all. I’m still trying to recover my voice and my sleeping schedule, but I really do miss everyone from camp. I also have a friend who sadly won’t be returning to the choir next year.

IMG_5103 I wrote a poem on his behalf that I’ll be sharing within the next few days. I must say that I feel very proud of my fellow choristers, these last few days of singing, sleeping and eating on repeat was by far the most memorable experience, because of the magic we made between those three things. I built a lot of new friendships and I must say, never underestimate a junior. Words simply cannot explain all the amazing things that happened this week. Beautiful harmonies and good friends are enough to cure any brokenness and after all, it’s those very same harmonies that make you teary-eyed and give you goosebumps that shiver down your spine.

I also became an uncle on Tuesday this last week to my little niece, Grace Emily. She is really such a little perfection. There is no denying that there is a higher power looking after us all, when you see a little person so perfectly moulded.

I’m not going to keep this post too long as I am very tired and I’m still trying to catch up on a helluva lot of responsibilities.

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So here is today’s poem…


“I said I’m sorry today, and if I solved a worry, I guess that’s okay.

His face may have been bright, but he doesn’t know what’s in sight. Pity he didn’t think I was worth the fight.

I feel lighter now. Cheaper, no. But I’ve got to grow… 

 

And I finally can. Just a note, don’t test the crazy man.”

Copyright © Douglas Vrey, 2017 


I just want to say a big thank you to the people that provided me with the images in this blog post. Credit: Amy Holmes, Gerrit Scheepers, and Michelle Volschenk.

Yours in Madness.

The Bohemian Poet

 

Dearest Bohemians.

It’s been a while since I last posted, mainly due to the fact that I’ve been insanely busy this week with all sorts of uncertainty popping up. Even so, I decided to brave Black Friday, and I ended up getting a new tablet for school, which was worth the craze. So that was my silver lining to my rather grey cloud, and it has been serving a rather odd metaphor for everything else. Think of it this way… yes I may have been running from ATM to ATM, having to deal with insane queues and noise, but I still got something for a good price. Perhaps we can look at the rat race lives we live, and all the drama we experience. It can really get to a person, much like a long queue can but in the end, a lesson is learnt and a goal is achieved.

I actually had plans to write this post last night, but here it is today… The Bohemian Poet does not disappoint. 😉 Like I said, things have been really busy lately, and I’m working very hard to fight off the self-doubt and anxiety that is trying to slip in. A collection of rather interesting cards have been dealt for me, and I have no choice but to face the situations head on. This is difficult, not only for me as an individual but as an artist too. I think I’m just being shown the state of humanity once again, and its constant theme is deterioration. At the same time, I’m met with a sense of relief. Like I can finally breathe after being underwater for so long. I’m surprisingly staying quite calm and positive which is good for a control freak like myself. A lot of the time we find ourselves in situations that aren’t necessarily easy. I’ve always wanted to run away from them (One of my hidden talents.) but that only makes issues a lot worse, and the truth is it’ll all catch up with you later. You have a choice with your F. E. A. R.  You can Forget Everything And Run or Face Everything And Rise.

I even have this playlist on my Apple Music with “Runaway songs” for when I’m feeling mopey. Them being…

  • Gypsy by Lady Gaga
  • Runaway by Ed Sheeran
  • Runaway (U & I) by Galantis
  • Chasing Pavements by Adele

Those are the few I can remember 🙂 Although these songs sort of encourage running away, they usually cure my desire to get on a plane and forget everyone’s name. (I’m actually writing a song that has a similar concept, with a good friend of mine.)

So now that we know that running away is pretty useless, how about you read this interesting little piece that I wrote back when I was in Grade 9… (It’s also called Running Away, so original!)


“Sometimes I feel like running away… So far away from where no one lives or better, breathes. Where it’s quiet and cold and the snow eats all the sound away. I want to hide in a little cabin and drink coffee… Perhaps read a book. Should I punish my lover and take him along to this bittersweet world? Maybe it would be better there; where social ideas are far from us. It wouldn’t matter what we wore or how we wore it. All that would be important is our protection. The protection of our souls from this commercialized world that we’re running away from. We would feel at peace; a calmness and serenity would surround us.

Honestly, sometimes I do in fact feel like doing that. Renting out a cabin with a fresh and serene feel inside. I’ve just gotten so tired of the marketed lifestyle I live, and the best part is, I don’t even stay in a city.

If I have to escape from society...I feel as a young adolescent that this generic lifestyle that so many youngsters are exposed to, not only confuses them but makes them think in a box. Some are happy to live the “hamster-wheel life” but I know that’s not what I want for myself or my future family. 

I know it’s something that will always be there, right until the end. All I’m asking for is a month of isolation. Isolation from people who have made empty and meaningless lives for themselves. All I want to do is read books, play board games, write and play music, and talk. I want to talk so much that my mouth feels heavy. I don’t want just mere cheap chit-chat. I want intellectual discussions about stars and planets, controversies and lies, sex and even pies. I want to play with my soul and see how deep my inner galaxy is.

Sometimes I feel like an old soul, perhaps I am. Yes, I have that naive element in me, as any normal teenager would, but I just seem to see everything differently. I carry myself in a different poise to all the rest. My situations and circumstances have brought me over some heavy emotions, so I guess that’s why I have this mentality. Or possibly it has something to do with my star sign; Capricorn. Known for their hence, capricious nature. I must admit I am a rather concealed person, I do have a warmer side but that is only reserved for those who can reflect my sincerity. 

Maybe I’m missing the point, oddly enough I don’t think so though. See! I’m always at a constant paradox with myself. The example of I am but I’m not, usually stands strong in my head and is the idea that all other paradoxes revolve around inside of me. I’m ridden with paradoxes. It’s like an incurable disease that I’m going to die of one day. So then what do I do? Let this disease eat me and poison my soul until I spit out my last breath, or do I grab it by the neck and watch it beg for mercy? The thing is maybe paradoxes are good. Maybe I’m the disease, trying to kill my conscience. I’m so violent with my poor innocent conscience. The poor thing… Perhaps it also needs a month of isolation in a cabin too.  We all need a break sometimes, don’t we? One cannot carry on pouring from an empty cup, so in my opinion, you really need to enjoy the small simple things, like a warm cup of coffee and a book after a long day at school or work. Even if that book and coffee is the only thing that comes close to your cabin isolation idea. Hold onto that precious time. It is seldom found in this fast-paced world we live in.

One thing to remember, what is right may not always be popular and was is popular may not always be right.” 

Copyright © Douglas Vrey, 2017


Listen to little me over there, I didn’t have as much personal growth then as I do now, but I think I was onto something. We need a break, people! The circuits are tired and so I am quite honestly. At least there are vices that help us get through the dark days, and whether it be weed or a chocolate that’s your own prerogative.

On another note, I have two entries for the Capturing Emotions Project, where I write poems about the emotions my readers find difficult to express, such as bitterness or bliss. I’ll have to be honest in saying that I haven’t begun with the two poem concepts, but I will get to work on them this week.

Speaking of which, The Bohemian Poet will be 100% offline this week as I am in Normandien, with no internet service, for the week. That will give me perfect opportunity to get to writing some more material and become more inspired. So stay tuned for that!

And Lastly, I’ve done some more research into making this website better and more efficient for my readers, by adding my SEO details to Google and maintaining all sorts of plug-ins. So far The Bohemian Poet has a rating of 6/10 from Nibbler and 51/100 from Ryte. I’m still working very hard to make this website successful and interactive so that our community of Bohemians can grow.

Keep well my fellow Bohemians, it’s difficult out there. But we’re mad so what does it matter! Outwit them!

Yours in Madness.

The Bohemian Poet

 

Good Evening Bohemians… (I think that’s what we’ll call Y’all for now)

So I thought I’d do a sort of “Get-To-Know Me” blog post tonight. Something that’s a little lighter and more fun than the usual deep and sappy poetry.

I’m going to answer a list of questions that I found online and hopefully, this will make you feel more part of my bohemian world. Eish!

So here we go…

  1. Are you named after anyone? – No, although I was named Douglas due to my Scottish background on my maternal grandfather’s side and my second name, Anthony is my paternal grandfather’s first name. So perhaps! (I also have a Zulu name…) 
  2. When was the last time you cried? – Probably when I was popping a pimple or tweezing my minor unibrow. About two weeks ago? 
  3. Do you have kids? -Wut!? Although, I’m going to be an uncle in a few weeks time. 
  4. If you were another person, would you be a friend of yourself? – Yeah! My dark sense of humour is enough to make anyone flip. 
  5. Do you use sarcasm a lot? – Refer to question 4.
  6. What’s the first thing you notice about people? – Personality and behaviour. And yo attitude!  
  7. What is your eye colour? – Blue/Grey/Green
  8. Scary movie or happy endings? – Happy endings, because that numbs reality and responsibility. But honestly, I love the adrenaline kick from a scary movie. 
  9. Favourite smells? – Vanillery flavoured stuff… I like the Radox Rice Milk & Hyssop shower gel, and Petrichor is just an all time favourite! Shops like Typo and Wakaberry also have a captivating aroma. 
  10. What’s the furthest you’ve ever been from home? – Probably some weird ass game farm out in Limpopo…? 
  11. Do you have any special talents? – Me sing, write and play the piano. I also draw, willingly or not… that is the question! 
  12. Where were you born? – Johannesburg 
  13. What are your hobbies? – Refer to question 11. 
  14. Do you have any pets? – Yes, I have two dogs. They’re a cross between Jack Russel and Pug. 
  15. Do you have any siblings? – Many! I have a sister, a stepbrother and two (almost three, by next year) half brothers, and a brother-in-law. 
  16. What do you want to be when you grow up? – A singer-songwriter. 
  17. Who was your first best friend? – He was a boy by the name of Jared Nicol. We lived in Welkom together and went to the same preschool. We both liked Milk Tart very much.
  18. How tall are you? – I’m not measuring now… something like 170cm… 5’6?
  19. Funniest moment throughout School? –  School isn’t funny. It’s traumatizing.
  20. How many countries have you visited? – I’ve only ever visited around my own country. If anyone would like to change that and make my dreams come true, you can contact me at admin@thebohemianpoet.com
  21. What was your favourite/worst subject in High School? -My worst is Maths lit. Yes, I take lit. And my favourite would have to be Visual Arts.
  22. What is your Favorite drink? Animal? Perfume? – I like the Hug In A Mug’s Roasted Marshmallow flavour… Animal would have to be a Horse or Zebra, and I’m not a perfumy person. 
  23. What would you (or have you) name your children? – Florence River, maybe add Nomvula with it because I love and admire the Zulu culture. 
  24. What Sports do you play/Have you played? -Next joke…
  25. Who are some of your favourite YouTubers? – I don’t really watch YouTubers but rather music videos, although one of my friends, Mouse Erlank has a YouTube Channel and Y’all should definitely check her out
  26. How many Girlfriends/Boyfriends have you had? – I’ve had many fake girlfriends in primary school…(Who can relate?) But I’ve never really had a boyfriend instead I’ve had like 2 568 348 unsuccessful flings. 
  27. Favourite memory from childhood? – Coming back from Wimpy with my dad and my sister when I was three-years-old. It was dark by the time we got home. When we were at Wimpy my sister and I got helium balloons. Before we went inside when we got home, my dad sat me on his shoulders and we let the balloons go above us, into the stars. 
  28. How would you describe your fashion sense? -I would like to dress nicely. But I don’t. I’m lazy and poor. So it’s jeans and a T-shirt or shorts and flip-flops. But once I establish my career, that is definitely something I’ll work on.
  29. What phone do you have? (iOS v Android?) – iPhone.
  30. Tell us one of your bad habits! –I’m lazy and I procrastinate… Stay in my pyjamas all day… Use a heck load of mobile data. Criticize the peasants in my school. 

Thank you for reading these totally useless facts about me. Shoutout to all my stalkers who now have bait, I love you too. I have already got 1 request for the capturing emotions project, where I write a poem about difficult emotions of life. Please don’t forget to send me your concepts! That’s all from my side…

Yours in Madness.

The Bohemian Poet

 

As I said on Facebook, we need a more creative name for you readers… (Like Bohemians or something.)

Anyways, I wasn’t planning to do a blog post today. I had a real pyjama day and I only showered at 2pm so I’m being very nice by posting today, aren’t I? (We all I know I need these posts, more than you do…) #LifeOfAPoorBlogger

Fortunately, during my lazy day I had, I managed to also to do some songwriting. And it sounds really great, all inspired by someone who gave me hell. Take that!

Anyways… I just put up a new promotional video on YouTube which can be seen down below. That also brings me to my next point. I was inspired by a very creative individual by the name of Lwamkelo Mkhize, to do a challenge where I ask my readers to let me write them poems based on emotions they find difficult to express. For example, if you want me to write about bitterness or bliss. Just go over to the contact page to send a pigeon with a letter stapped to its foot. So please, take part in the challenge… I think it can be quite fun.

You can go look at Lwamkelo’s blog over here

I have also been researching all sorts of other Ideas on Pinterest for my Blog that I will eventually get to, so stay tuned.


Here is today’s poem…

“Having that desire to travel the world and change it.

Climb out of my London bed, put on a sweater and jeans – out the front door. 

Grab my coffee downstairs and open myself to the lusting air. In a taxi, down the lane, off to central station and on a train.

Take my notebook along, write a song and observe the twinkling lights. I want to be that wonder-lusting 20 year old, whose soul has never been sold.”

Copyright © Douglas Vrey, 2017


I wrote this poem because I have a strong desire to travel London. I even have this poem written in a notebook with the Big Ben and a red telephone box on the front of it.

Here is the new promotional video:

Yours in Madness.

The Bohemian Poet 

 

So a cold spell hit us today and I’ve got the electric blanket on 3, and my oil heater pumping. Today I wrote my second last exam for 2017 (Which was just… let’s not even go there.) and tomorrow I have my final art practical for the year which I’m actually looking forward to. I hope we get something interesting to draw because last time we got a spinach leaf and that was just sad. But otherwise, it feels good to be finalizing this year. I look back at all the hectic tests, assignments and existential meltdowns with joy, knowing that it’s all over – for now at least.

So hopefully you all have been seeing me cook up all sorts of links and posts online. I ran into a bit of a dilemma with the use of Florence + The Machine’s song, Dog Days Are Over in my previous upload of the first video. It’s all sorted out now, and I have the YouTube Channel up and running showcasing the two promotional videos I’ve made so far. Please make sure you subscribe! Thank you once again for all the likes and clicks, as well as reading all this. It really means a lot to me.

So without any further ado, here is today’s poem…


Did you hear the bird on the pylon today? She was screaming at the top of her lungs, it’s time to play. 

She said to me, “You’ve been trying for so long, and I can see it always goes wrong.”

I replied to the little bird, “I know Tweety, things have turned out quite absurd.”

She asked about what happened to my glass table. 

I told her I sold it for a horse in a stable.

 She mocked me and then asked me why. “Why would you do such a thing,  you stupid boy? You should know that glass tables aren’t toys.”

I said, “How could I keep this table that is used to write if I don’t actually write. The horse gives me the opportunity to do exactly that, bird. You should get off the pylon before you electrocute yourself.”

Copyright © Douglas Vrey, 2017


If you have any suggestions, ideas or if you’d like to collaborate with me, you can send me an email at admin@thebohemianpoet.com

Thank you so much for the support, over here on the website and also on Facebook. Stay warm and stay tuned…

Yours in Madness.

The Bohemian Poet