Morning Mind

Thoughts
not sticking
slipping
from the grip
of the brain


Quietly 
padding around
the head
barely making 
an imprint 
can't keep track
of the footsteps
or the impression
what they were trying to say


Drifting back
until once again
falling to sleep
barely remembering
it happened
in the first place.

This is Us

People together
comfort
easily
floating
around the room
settling down
on each person
causing a smile
possibly even
a laugh.

This is friendship
this is kindness
this is us
and each other
simply enjoying
the company.

Subtle Glance

I don't know
if you're looking at me
but I'm trying
to look at you
subtly 
so maybe
you're doing the same. 

Bright Side

Life is for living
not for worrying
let me smile
see the bright side
pass me the sun
not the shadow
of the moon
stay in the day
not the shadows.


Fill up that glass
until it's half
full
I don't want to say
the silver lining
for fear of cliché
but I don't
want to be whining


Lets
well,
fuck it
lets be happy.

I Don't Know

You don’t love me.

You never will.

I don’t even know what love is

So I don’t know how to get

Keep

Have

Earn it

I don’t know how to have you

I know you don’t want me to

You wont read this

You wont know me

You’ll go on

So will I

I don’t know who I'm writing to

No one

Everyone

Someone

You

Of course its you

But you don’t love me

And you never will. 

Romantic Fire. Not Quite.

Hands around the waist
strong grip
feel the heat
from hands and the fire
head on shoulder
close
warm
love


but not romantic


just care
just a friend
warm content
glows through
bright as the fire. 

Hiding Mistakes

Shadows show no flaws
only darkness
the shapes
shadings
a silhouette
rather than a full
image. 


Youth allows mistakes 
we can be reckless
drink too much
laugh too loudly
dance to beats
and totter in streets 
having blistering feet
ringing ears
and it all goes under
the umbrella of
I've been there before.


It's almost expected
of us to do such things. 
So don't bring out
in the day
to point out our flaws
let us hide in the shadows
because once,
you were here too. 

Hips

Sometimes

not many words

are needed

under the pounding

thrum

of heavy beats

making the back sweat

and drinks go down

quick

all there is to do

is

sway

the hips. 

Pass On the Luggage of Growing Up

The age of innocence 
has gone
and what's coming next
it feels, almost wrong


I'll be passed responsibility
and let go of recklessness 
and end up trudging 
under its weight 


Not so much the worries of age
but the worries
of what comes
as I accumulate more of it
and what I have to give up. 

Star Gazing

A blanket thrown across 
the sky
scatterings of white 
glowing
more occurring
the more you look. 


For the first time
constellations 
are clear
sometimes things like this
can make you feel small
wonder why you're here
but this once
it's not powerless
but majestic.


You're part of it
not in control
but if you feel as small
as a star in the night
the bigger picture
is still being added to. 

Sunshine Wine

Just a quick one since I need to leave soon

Sunshine
like wine
for the skin
tasteful
relaxing
too much
it goes unappreciated
to waste
a little
every so often
you get the right taste
and sink
into a lovely
state of mind.

What Would it Feel Like to Be Beautiful?

What would it feel like to be beautiful? 
To be looked at
not through
Not there
for desperate lust
but long lasting
love.


What would it feel like to be beautiful?
Looked at with soft eyes
the type of beauty 
that's not media constructed 
but described in books
timeless
forever admired
forever inspired 


What would it feel like to be beautiful?
I wouldn't know. 


Just Googled beautiful. The picture was one of the higher results. My point is proven. 

Whiskey

Thanks oneword.com =]

He clutches the bottle

heart on full throttle
not seeing a way out
not really wanting to.

He takes a swig
and the another
blood cells drowning
with the alcohol
vision blurs
there’s nobody left to save him
no body in the world.

Romantic Trigger

A small act of kindness
can trigger
romantic thoughts,
he cares
maybe he likes me
fingers nearly brush
I imagine sparks
which help to light
the trigger.


He holds the door
one
He offers me a drink
two
He smiles
three
I laugh
boom.

Musician Poem

Poem composed of artists from my i tunes, it doesn't make a lot of sense but it was quite fun to write :)


Get it apple? I tunes? Didn't want to risk mega copy right issues by using the i tunes logo. 

I'm feeling an All Time Low
because there are no Blue Skies
Cake might cheer me up
don't be such a Daft Punk
that advice is as useless as
trying to lick your Elbow.


Don't be Faithless 
at least you're not being eaten
by a Grizzly Bear
so let's have a Happy Monday
no need to suffer Incubus.


We'll go on a Journey
maybe Kiss
watch Little Comets fly
you can be my Muse
we'll Never Shout Never
and we'll discover an Oasis.


No need to feel low
we can relax at Port Blue
eat some Red Hot Chilli Peppers
we'll avoid the Shitdisco.


We could get there by a Train
or perhaps the Velvet Underground
we'll be honest
not even telling White Lies
no need to give me a Yellowcard
Let's just try and be happy. 

Don't You Think?

I wish to be a daffodil 
the dandelion wished 
its sad yellow head
looking up in admiration 
at the glorious height 
of its neighbour 
I seem rather small
in comparison
don't you think?


At least you're yellow
and have a steam
moaned the grass 
its green blades hidden 
by the shadows of both
Green is rather dull
don't you think?


Not compared to grey
whined the pavement
its cement whirled
with cracks and chewing gum
at least people enjoy
walking on you 
every so often
don't you think?


The sun began to shine
Shush now 
focus on you
I'll focus on me
and things will be brighter
don't you think?


I know poetry is meant to have meaning for everyone so take from this what you will. 


But keep in mind so you don't have to go bat shit crazy evaluating it (you know, as you do...) I wrote it with the thought in mind that people should who are envious of others don't really think about the good parts of themselves.


Yay for being a hypocrite. 

Pin Cushion

Too tired to write properly o.o

yes, yes, working 9 - half 5. blaahh I'm a wimp. shut up.

We may live to regret

wait,

we will live to regret

some of what we say

or do

but I for one

try to balance it out

with what I say to you.

Not all the time I'm perfect

not even very close

but when I snap

getting mad

stick a pin

in  your skin

I'll try to

take it out

forget the pain,

treat me the same

so when you

or I 

are gone

we'll know

that what we had

might not have been perfect

but it was

possibly 

close. 

Page Door

So I'm reading the City of Fallen Angels, which arrived today. The Mortal Instruments is one of my favourite series, I love reading them and it inspires me with my own writing (novel, story, whatever you want to call it) I would highly recommend them to any one. Especially those who became disillusioned with Twilight as I once was. The writing is incredible and it's an original idea. 

It opens 
with ease
no creaking
for this is new
not a return


I step
in to new place
slowly taking shape
the further in 
I go.
Strangers
become characters
you get to know.


A second door
in to those characters'
heads
follow their thoughts
follow the story
get lost
and don't open either 
door
for a while. 

Desire, Inspire

The longing to write
to grasp that initial excitement
of beginning to sculpt a new world
and mould new characters
grows every day
but it is stopped by a fear
of it already being done
imagination not good enough
or having enough  stamina
to finish.


Not knowing where to start
there's enough desire
but I'm not inspired 
for all I can wonder is
what story needs to be told?

The Shed Instead of a Tree House

No picture today - thought who ever reads this poem should come up with their own picture =]


Nostalgia hidden in a shed
where so many memories
forgotten
walk forward
announcing their presence.


Many an hour spent in here
with magazines
or a book
the time made clear
by a carpet
covering the floor
now out of place
muddy, overloaded
with gardening tools.


The shelf, which seemed so high
when sat under
now not so much
sunlight creeping through
the cracks in the wood.


Cobwebs crowded by the
windowpane
where once was a toy
where stars appeared on the cheeks
when wet,
everything may be gone
but I hope I don't forget. 

Peace (The Body Has Time)

The sunshine is wonderful for inspiration :) I wrote 3 poems today, which I've never done while I've been doing this. To make life easier for me though, I'll post them over 3 days. As you'll tell by my next poem, I'm feeling pretty mellow today.... despite work load!

It's a mood when the body has time
the pulse slows
the senses take in more
rather than the brain telling them 
to ssshh and get on with working.


The feel of bare feet on grass
a bee buzzing
running a hand through the the pond
child like
refreshing none the less
just how green a budding leaf
really is
and the smell of sap on fingers
after a closer look at it.


Overloaded
not with worries or stress
but ideas
brimming
swimming
underneath the skin
once thoughts are silenced 
and the body has time. 

Tumbling Future

The future 

tumbles forward

building

building 

getting larger

more ominous

it can't be ignored

any longer.

I don't know if

its bleak

or whether

I'm too weak

or strong 

to carry it

and manage

to build something

when it becomes

my present. 

Determined

Again - oneword.com for this one =]

To succeed 
to win 
veins burning with passion
of ambition 
the body tuning itself
focusing
on a mission.


No much doubt
but just
hard core
strength
and will
of mind. 


Ready to go. 

Happiness

How can we
All be
Perfect without learning to
Put up with
Imperfection?
Never forget
Especially when alone. To
Smile. And with friends feel
Special.

Procrastination Distraction

Mind desperately searching

for anything

to do

that's not work

Be it sorting out

the already organized

finding tasks

with a magnifying glass

tasks so small

you wonder

how you found to do them 

at all

Eventually, 

the mind wanders back to work

tries to kick itself gear 

but stalls

and it's back

to searching for distraction. 

Running Fingers

100th POST.
BLOODY HELL. 

Fingers running along the rails
leaving invisible finger print trails
Bending at the joint
skipping over the point
with ease, almost floating
confident in their gloating
movements. 


Leaping over lumps
avoiding the bumps
running through the sky
no questions - how or why


But oddly
I'm in control
they're connected to my hand 
my arm
my brain
and once you get there 
it's not quite so sane 
or grand
and I realise it's just me.
Just me and my hand. 






Not exactly the picture I wanted but close enough xD

Ode to a Pom Pom (The Rabbit That Never Was)

To my friend, Ellie H, who was there when it happened and asked me to write this. 

Wool
Upon wool
wrapped around cardboard
thread become knotted
yet unwinding
at the same time


Doomed
from the second layer
sighing to itself
life isn't fair


Cut around
and tied
small
messy
no ears
eyes or tail
Simply put?


What a fail. 

Family

Content
rests snugly between
cracks in the room
words lap over
one another
laughter ripples.

Grateful
for the bond
connecting us all
Right here
right now
comfortably
content.

Teen

Youth is the best time of our lives 
we can be reckless
not have to think
be chained down
we're free. 


Am I doing myself justice?
I drink
laugh
smile
dance
walk barefoot 
feel the sun
taste
try to find something new


I hope I can look back 
without regret
who knows?
Maybe the best
is yet
to come. 

Words Trying to be Senses

Words try to wrap
themselves around 
the senses 
pushing feelings
forward
signalling something
in the brain
mentally 
rather than
physically.


For from the written word alone
you can't smell a rose
touch silk
be shouted at
taste chocolate
you see the words themselves 
not the view


So forgive my attempts
at striking a match
to your brain
but I am trying
and maybe
something will spark.