The Perspective Jar

Things to put in:

Family

Friends

The future

Screw the lid on

shake it up

and instead of 

finding problems

hopefully,

I'll find sense.  

Web

Lots of connections

and changing directions

every thread has a story

whether that thread receives glory

or stays in the shadows

all depends on other threads. 

All connected

but at the same time not. 

All wrapped up

in our separate plots.

We all interweave 

but don't interact 

Strangers with strangers

and we keep it as that.

Maybe the web will shake

and together we'll feel the ache

grow stronger

no longer

strangers with strangers.  

Music

Makes
Us
Share 
Insight 
Collectively. 

You

make me 
smile
cry 
angry
and all things in between.


You,
are the only one 
I want to talk to
are the only one
I don't want to see
now or ever.


You,
make me
me.
Don't change for the bad
because if you do
it makes me worry
that I will too. 

Submersion

Under the water
thoughts flow
peacefully.
It seems as if having no
outside sounds
means your thoughts
have a louder voice.


Rather than frantically 
yelling
trying to get their point across,
they take in it turns 
and things begin
to clear,
clear as water. 

Loosing a Grip on Faith

What once a straight path
now isn't so clear
I've started to wonder
whether to go here
turn there
since signs seem to point 
to everywhere.


And on the end of the path
there wasn't a question
that surely was my destination
as long as I did right
not wrong
but now I'm not sure
where I belong.


For can you belong
in something you don't believe?
Not thinking of the book
you know, the one with Adam, Eve.


Not feeling a tug
to follow that path
but create your own
and just try to be good.

Work, Working, Still Working

Work on the back of my mind
and I can't seem to find
a way of getting it out.
Do that essay
Word count
You have notes to be doing


I feel that this load
no matter how many times I'm told
will be there
in every spare
moment of time.


Be it school
university
a job,
looking for a job
I will always need to work.
it's crushing
crushing
far far down
I need to build myself up
before crashing to the ground.

Missing

I miss you.
Not him
or her.
You.


It's not love
or death.
Something slightly
easier,
a friend.


You moved,
and now lots of
different patterns
are occurring
waters are now stirring.


You should be here
to sort things out
calm things down
Sometimes I want to scream
shout.
You'd fix things.

I miss you.

Not him

or her.

You.

A Change

In the season
is simple,
winter to
autumn
to spring 
then summer
and repeat.


In atmosphere it's
easily detectable,
relaxed laughing
to shifty glances
awkward coughs
or vice versa.


In friends
it's neither.
No simple signs
or sudden change
Can't pin point
how
or why
it happens
or wonder
if it will change back.

Deathly Shadows

Fear of death
taints life.


With family
thoughts of departure 
sorting out belongings 
when they're gone.
As if packing for
a train journey
they're on
and you're not.


With friends
memories of laughs 
will fade in to 
the distance shadows
of the corners of the mind
images of face
will blur.


Fear of death
taints life.


But,
in moments of joy
love of life
out shines death. 

Cold

I know I wrote a poem about the weather heating up. That is not the case today -.- and I was wearing not the most sensible clothing walking home considering the temperature. 

It's like a stone
dropping through your chest
icy ripples
spread in a second
and then stop in the next.


Air stroking along your arm
but not quite
touching skin
for the skin is covered
in a thin layer of frost


The warmth teasingly 
drifts 
from reach
its shoulders rolled back
calm, 
lips curled in a snarl.

Rhyme

Rhyming is words
a simple trick
something with a little practise
can become pretty slick
like a magician 
all show and no tell
audience just watching
under a spell. 


But what about meaning?
and gaining a feeling?
That's more 
much more
than slight of hand
smoke & a mirror.
What about having
something clearer?


Making someone smile
cry
laugh
frown
Something they've read
being worthy their while.


I make no promises
to make everything rhyme
but I hope what you're reading
is worth your time.

Short & Simple

So I'm sleepy and have no idea what to write about. I'm just going to call this an experiment in different poetry forms rather than laziness to make me sound better than I am.

A haiku is short
Easy to write when tired 
How very pleasant 


Ta da . . .

Push

Why do we cry? 
Not to get dust
out of an eye
but when we're upset,
angry.
Why?


I can't help but think
it's the body 
trying to push out 
the sadness
drop
by drop.
Get rid of the bad
so your eyes have room
to see the good. 

The Individuality of a Finger Print

I am a drop
in an ever developing ocean,
wondering
how to make even the 
slightest of ripples
or how to be told apart
from other drops.


Not by culture 
by faith
by colour 
by DNA
or whether I like
marmite or not
but by passions.


What makes me different?
Am I different?
Perhaps, like finger prints
and snow flakes
It doesn't matter.
Despite little differences
close up.
From far away everything
appears the same. 

Falling in to Lethargy

In the very marrow
of bones
In the each nail
of every toe 
exhaustion seeps
through.


Can't start,
let alone finish
any 

From Screen to Screen

I want to watch

waves wash upon 
one another
flowers kiss the breeze
sky morph from
blue
to grey
to black


Not,
TV
from channel
to channel
YouTube
video
to video
Facebook
profile
to homepage.


I want a window
in to culture
not a website. 

Pleading

Is an act of desperation
when all else
seems lost
or not good enough.


Getting down,
knees brushing the ground.
Praying
to God.
Possibly.
Anyone who's out there.
Just listen.
Please.

Pockets of Comfort

A dining room table
with family
an hour past since the food 
has been eaten.
Laying on a bed
with friends
nothing to do but talk
and listen.


Shallow puddles
with barely there
grey ripples
your feet stay dry. 
A lie in
with the sun working
far far before
you have to. 


Ringing in your ears
with hundreds
of people
all of whom you've shared
a moment with.

The Power of Will

Greed teases you

taunts you
questions your ability 
on the things 
that make you weak.


I might get a snack
Really? 
I'm trying to be healthy
So no snack?
No, I'm OK.
You don't want any chocolate?
No, no, I'm OK
Chocolate . . .


And you give in
Will hangs his head
in shame
Greed rubs his belly 
with glee
Hormones pout
she is a mix of 
content and
horrified. 

Judgement

From one stranger to another
it flashes in a gaze
just for a second
then forgotten in the next.


 Looked at once 
after walking in to a room
but not really seen. 


It can be
Brutal
Indifferent 
Perhaps a curl
of the lips
in a snarl
or a smile.
Or
just no reaction at all.


Perhaps
it's all in my head. 

Freckle

I want you to know
the back of my hand 
the gaps between 
each
finger.
Which smile means
I'm happy
weary.
Which laugh is 
fake
real.
Here's a hint
I have a freckle
on the back of my hand.
Right
or left?
That's for you to look for. 

If Only I Had Some Pixie Dust

I feel happy
which is pleasant,
the fact the feeling
is fleeting
makes it even more so.


Butterflies gently 
floating in the stomach
speeding up
if I think of plans
for the future.


So today
if you take Peter Pan's advice
I could fly,
if only I had some pixie dust. 

Like a Grain of Sand

It's only the 8th blog and I am already struggling to write a poem so you'll have to forgive me if this is terrible or doesn't make much sense >.< 

Inspiration is easy to get
harder to keep
like holding sand,
it can't help but trickle
right through your fingers,
until nothing is left
apart from the mere grains.


What once was a mighty rock
has been worn away
slowly but surely
in those mere grains.


But rocks don't have to worry about
work
the future
love
friends
or the planet.
They are the planet. 


What wears them away
is simply just water.
And even when they are reduced
a fraction of what they once were
they end up on a beach.

Perhaps we can allow
our worries
our stress
sliding away like sand in an hourglass
to become more peaceful
like the sand lying on the beach.

Journeys in the Snow

I walked home in the snow

footsteps softened

fresh, clean steps

as if I'm the only one

to have ever walked here.

The cars ripped up those

fresh, clean steps

turned them in to 

a mild no man's land

right in the middle of the road.

I saw a boy on a scooter

wheels valiantly turning

a mean part of me

wished him to fall

he did not. 

Ugly

It's like being invisible
but not quite
More like out of mind
not literally from sight.

It's being one way glass
the eyes see
something different, better
they go right through me.

Nothing is said
to my face
but all is said in the gaze
I am just an empty space.

Blue Skies

After being smothered by a blanket of grey
for far 
far too long,
seeing a mere smudge of cotton blue
kissing the edges of grey
with golden sunlight
made the cracks in the pavement glow
the oil stains burst from the cement
like fireworks.


Winter still has its arm around the country
embracing it
everyone sharing its body temperature 
but its heart is beginning to pump
and together
we're beginning to dethaw. 




PS I took the picture for this one about a year ago - the two match quite well I think :)

Less than Three

I cannot help but wonder
at how we have turned from 
ballads
personalized architecture 
feeling the hit of cupid's arrow
even cutting off an ear
to this:
<3 
ily 
xoxo


Give me a rose
A kiss with a smile
Don't give me a show
trying to cover lust
Just give me love
Not less than three. 




Not my best but I am tired.
And just noticed a rather sickly moment on facebook o.o

Fear Is

A painfully thudding heartbeat

Hands beginning to sweat

Thoughts assuming the worst

Wasps

Judgement

Horror films

Disease 

Dying

Dying alone

Darkness

Always darkness 

No time

to think

to live. 

Just to be clear I do write these. Feel free to leave comments on what you think, it would be much appreciated. 

Ant Nest Insomnia

They begin
as soon as my head
hits the pillow
First one
then two
quickly followed
by three
then four

Crawling over my brain
an endless stream
Have you done that work?
says one
Was that a noise? Is some one there?
whispers another
Is there an afterlife?
one of them asks wildly,
out of control by now

Stop it. Stop it. Stop it.
But they march on
Where's your phone?
What did that smile mean?
Is God listening to me?

They become weary.
They settle.
I sleep.

Here Goes Nothing

So it's the first of January, first day my resolution is tested. I'll admit now I nearly forgot so the rest of the year bodes well. As to be expected, my head is not exactly feeling tip top right now so I'm afraid to say the first day of my project may not be the highest of quality but I shall try my best. 


I was thinking that rather this thing being your typical teenager ranting about problems and what not, this could be an anthology type thing. A poem a day depending on my mood with a picture to match. This idea came about by lots of little things inspiring me recently:

• http://www.graphicpoetry.net/
• Then my cousin talking about her blog, where she sticks loads of things up that inspire her.
• My brother have so much passion for music, always being open minded
• Beautiful photos 
• Pogo on YouTube doing an around the world re mix project - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bs66ORnV5jU
• Interviews from Nylon TV

These things have made me realise that I want delve in to my own passions. Well, one in particular, which is writing. Hoping to study Journalism at uni, forever getting ideas for stories and attempting drafts - writing is an important part of my life. Be it creative or informative. So why not try out as many forms as possible? No poem today due to the fact this is more of an introductory type thing.

1 down. 364 down to go. Hears to the New Year.