Monday, 31 January 2011

The Perspective Jar

Things to put in:
The future
Screw the lid on
shake it up
and instead of 
finding problems
I'll find sense.  

Sunday, 30 January 2011


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.  

Saturday, 29 January 2011

Friday, 28 January 2011


make me 
and all things in between.

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

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

Thursday, 27 January 2011


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

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

Wednesday, 26 January 2011

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.

Tuesday, 25 January 2011

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

Monday, 24 January 2011


I miss you.
Not him
or her.

It's not love
or death.
Something slightly
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
You'd fix things.

I miss you.
Not him
or her.

Sunday, 23 January 2011

A Change

In the season
is simple,
winter to
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
or why
it happens
or wonder
if it will change back.

Saturday, 22 January 2011

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.

in moments of joy
love of life
out shines death. 

Friday, 21 January 2011


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 
from reach
its shoulders rolled back
lips curled in a snarl.

Thursday, 20 January 2011


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
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.

Wednesday, 19 January 2011

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 . . .

Tuesday, 18 January 2011


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

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

Monday, 17 January 2011

The Individuality of a Finger Print

I am a drop
in an ever developing ocean,
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. 

Sunday, 16 January 2011

Falling in to Lethargy

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

Can't start,
let alone finish

Saturday, 15 January 2011

From Screen to Screen

I want to watch
waves wash upon 
one another
flowers kiss the breeze
sky morph from
to grey
to black

from channel
to channel
to video
to homepage.

I want a window
in to culture
not a website. 

Friday, 14 January 2011


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

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

Thursday, 13 January 2011

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.

Wednesday, 12 January 2011

The Power of Will

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

I might get a snack
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

Tuesday, 11 January 2011


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
Perhaps a curl
of the lips
in a snarl
or a smile.
just no reaction at all.

it's all in my head. 

Monday, 10 January 2011


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

Sunday, 9 January 2011

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. 

Saturday, 8 January 2011

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
the future
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.

Friday, 7 January 2011

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. 

Thursday, 6 January 2011


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.

Wednesday, 5 January 2011

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 :)

Tuesday, 4 January 2011

Less than Three

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

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

Monday, 3 January 2011

Fear Is

A painfully thudding heartbeat
Hands beginning to sweat
Thoughts assuming the worst
Horror films
Dying alone
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. 

Sunday, 2 January 2011

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.

Saturday, 1 January 2011

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:

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.