ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
My name is Tim Baker and I'am 21 years old. I live in Adelaide Australia, but soon I leave for Europe. I have been developing my writing/art since high school and hope to acheive something with my work. At the moment I'am trying to write a novel amongst other things as well as my "text art". My reason for writing is to provoke extension of thought and have an impact. So please either love or hate my work, just don't sit on the fence. [October 2002]
AUTHOR'S OTHER TITLES (11) Blurring Fiction With Reality (1) (Novels) This is the first chapter of a novel I'am working on. One of my poems posted on this site is included and not everything is set out the way it eventually will be. Its about Seth, a twenty something wh... [1,826 words] [Drama] Blurring Fiction With Reality (2) (Novels) This is the second chapter to my attempt at a novel. I'm not too happy with any of it but like I said, its still early days. [3,264 words] [Drama] Blurring Fiction With Reality (3) (Novels) The third chapter of my novel in progress and possibly the last I will post for a while. Things are starting to move along but I'm trying not to give away too much too soon and as later chapter's prog... [3,884 words] [Drama] Countless Nights (Poetry) About my nights of induced contemplation. [64 words] Daytime Insomnia (Poetry) This piece is about the sheer drudgery of a day in an unfulfilling occupation when all the body wants is just to stop. [34 words] Disclaimer (Poetry) Someday I want to paint these on a huge scale in plain black and white. The meaning behind it all is left to the beholder. [113 words] [Art] E (Poetry) - [54 words] Escape Route (Poetry) Probably a good one to read or remember listening to some chill out dance music at a club. [46 words] Gem (Poetry) About a girl [148 words] -The End- (Poetry) About a breakup. [147 words] -Untitled- (Poetry) This piece is largely about myself and my inconsistent and disjointed thoughts. It was written at a time when I was experiencing a mild depressive stage. [187 words] [Drama]
Pub Paranoia Tim Baker
They’re closing in on me, Talking amongst themselves, But they are all watching me, They stand at the bar sipping and smoking, Behind me birds squawk, Sheep play 8-ball loud and boisterously, All wondering… What to do with this boy sitting alone, With pen and paper, I stare at the T.V, I look at my watch, Hmm… ten past seven, Laughter rings out in a sadistic manner, Powered carriages flash past the rain sodden windows, And all the while they watch me still, As I try to float away with the music, Into a hermits world, Of words, thoughts and emotions, The likes of which pub bacteria can never understand, Sip your drinks, Smoke your cigarettes, Play video games if you must, Just stop watching me, In the corner with my instruments of immortality.
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