Sunday, 31 July 2011

Pastry Pleasantness

Voices stroll along in the breeze
polite manners join in
the sun approves 
and decides to glow 
no one here is for a show
simply together
for the sake of doing so.

Tender wrinkled hands
fold over pastry
wedding ring
like part of the skin
apples get comfy on the plate
no fuss
or frustration
if there is a mistake.

It seems with age
we become accustomed
to one another
no pressure
just appreciate the time
the company 
and are able to savour
the flavour
of an apple pie. 

Saturday, 30 July 2011

Throughout a Day

You'll have to forgive another list poem, I just quite like writing them :)

Faded photographs
hoping to stir memories 
blue sky
no questions as to why,
pages of a book turning
opening potential 
to a whole new place
peanut butter
interspersed technology
window pane
always showing
the same frame.

Friday, 29 July 2011


Not actually this time - just thought of a word and went from there.

Rose petals
baby's skin
eroded rock
worn clothes
melting chocolate 
sun coated grass
innocent laughter

The kind of feelings 
which quicken
the heart
but soften
the soul. 

Thursday, 28 July 2011

Paradise of Dreams

Paradise in dreams
simple pleasure
while asleep  


Let the best of time
through life 
never let me forget 
to create memories 

In order so the
paradise of dreams 
doesn't become a want
of reality. 

Wednesday, 27 July 2011

Comfort In & Out

Beginning to find a style 
clothes that fit
not just the body 
but you
feeling comfortable 

Walking the streets 
head may not be held high
but beginning to feel okay
with passers by 

To not conform
or be in the uniform
of the trends
just trying to find 
a second skin 
not worried
about fitting in,
for once.

Tuesday, 26 July 2011

Just Flowing By

Surrounded by green
enveloped in peace
the sound of water 
trickles through the silence 
with the long stemmed
blades of grass, which
whisper to one another
in the breeze.

The sky caresses the trees 
matching your breath
the chatter of the birds
with the rhythm of a heart beat
while the rocks sit under 
the water, watching time
flow by
just forever,
watching the clouds chase the sky.

Monday, 25 July 2011


Everything the same
blurring with too 
much familiarity
like reading one line
over and over and over
and over and over and over
in a book. 

No boredom
nor regret 
no impatience
nor content

and waiting.

Sunday, 24 July 2011

Seeking Wonder

Find wonder

the world


In the stars
the clouds
the streets
in their eyes
you know the one.

Friday, 22 July 2011


On my iPod, midnight so this is SATURDAY's poem. Work tomorrow then a party .... I'll try not to die o.o

Everybody makes mistakes
we never start as perfect
we learn
and hopefully
we grow,
beginning to know
how to act, what to do
maybe not confident
simply a bit more competent
and carving our place
in to the world
for we have purpose
and have a vague idea
of how to mess it up.

Thursday, 21 July 2011


So I'm working tomorrow (if you're interested it's casual catering work) and pretty sure I'll be finished quite late so thought I'd post a poem on here so I won't have to worry about it tomorrow. Oh and for the title =]

Oh and also - this was posted at 00:08 my time - but it appears that the timings on blogger is not GMT .... but I assure you that this is FRIDAY's poem.

Petals caressed by a breeze
sitting on the grass
nicely complimenting 
the green.

Quietly there
shadowed by the higher
of others
but content 
in its colour
for no one will forget it's name
when it is the same
as it's colour. 

The Best Kind of Times

For Jenny - because I'm spending 21 out of 31 days with her in August and we may become sick of each other by then :') Promised her a poem so thought I best to do this before that. 

Never said aloud
but I find myself
thinking, just
every now and then
that you're my best friend.

There are times we do nothing
or when we're out
in silence
pounding music
chatters of town
there's falling in to laughter.
sculpting most kinds
of conversation.

There's simple peace
no pressure
to be anything but me
and you
can be just you.

Wednesday, 20 July 2011

Silver Hands

Dreams whisper
their silver misty hands
beckoning you back
whisperings words
of their world
which the ears
strain to catch.

They manage
the odd phrase
as the brain drifts 
back in to a daze
the words gently 
sink in 
like a blossom
resting on a tree
pictures form
as those silver hands
pull you back in. 

Tuesday, 19 July 2011

If You Don't, You Won't.

If you look for worry
you'll find them
if you don't
you won't.

If you look for flaws
in others
the mirror
you'll find them
if you don't
you won't.

If you look for me
or you
you'll find it
if you don't 
you won't. 

If you look for half empty
that it will be.

Monday, 18 July 2011

I Don't Know Why

I don't know

I don't know
whether I'm
making the most
of being young

I don't know
or science
that well at all

I don't know 
what's said
behind my back

I don't know 
why we have poverty
and why we have war
why we have disease 
where there is no cure

I don't know how society
became to behave like today
I suppose,
I'm just trying to live
and be okay. 

Sunday, 17 July 2011

Lost in the Middle

Foot paths between the eyes
passing on secrets
sharing lies.

Where am I?

Stuck in the middle
unsure what to do
trying not to watch 
the smug smiles
flash between the two

No whispers
nor scathing 
nor laughing behind a hand
just looks 
and smiles 
that I don't understand.

Saturday, 16 July 2011


Whispers through the trees
Pounds along the streets 
Pours in to puddles
Cries through the clouds 
Runs across umbrellas 
Darkens the sky 
Soaks in to the skin 

Friday, 15 July 2011


My friend is here and wrote the couplet below.

Gold and diamonds glitter
but those we love are jungle banana 

So I just thought I'd add a bit to it. Just keeping it short and sweet for today.

They say the best things are free

I would say that about you and me.

Thursday, 14 July 2011

Harry Potter Excitement and a Haiku

Seeing Harry Potter today at midnight. Dressed up of course. I don't know what to write my poem about because my mind is pretty much just thinking of various harry potter things. And I'm not really a fan of fan fiction so don't want to write about a poem directly about Harry Potter. 

Still thinking of what to write . . 

Still thinking . . .

Right back to what I used to do when stuck - haiku time.

Lazy Haiku

It is all ending
nothing more will happen now
unless J.K changes.

Wednesday, 13 July 2011


Brain drags
like the feet
struggling through air
can't bring self to care
just carry on
whatever happens
just carry on.

Tuesday, 12 July 2011

Someone More Than a Stranger

New face
new smile
new rhythm 
for the heart
to beat
feelings to find
it's all a bit tricky
but I don't really mind. 

Monday, 11 July 2011


If I weren't myself
would I be my friend?
I'm not sure.

I think you talk about me
more often than not
I think you don't like me
all that much
I think you put up with me
rather than be my friend.

I'll just be quiet
and be the target for all
be the sponge for the insults
for if I don't like me
why should you?

Sunday, 10 July 2011

You're a Kite

grab it while it lasts
don't focus on the past
not just amongst the two
you know
just her and you
include others
be you
please stay with me
for any change
but please
I'm the same
stay with me. 

Saturday, 9 July 2011


10.07.11 - I wrote a couplet yesterday posted from my phone - barely had any time to write a good poem but I had to do something. However, going back to it today and editing it.

The feeling of alienation 
when in a room
full of relationships 
whether friend or more
either way
with loving dedication.

Like a train sprinting through
the countryside 
hearing a line of conversation
a lit window in a glance 
we get ideas of lives
that aren't our own 
get that icy feeling 
of being alone.

Highly aware
of the world
and how there 
are more strangers
than friends. 

And we feel
so very

Friday, 8 July 2011


200th post. Fook me o.o 
Anyway, not intentionally meaning to mark the number but I'm doing something a bit different this blog. My friend Andy (HAI ANDY) is a really good photographer and he wanted me to write a poem on one of his photos because he's vain and what not.  
   I'm sure my hundreds of followers..... awkward cough..... will make a difference to his number of views. Well, or not. Anyway, I'm happy to attempt it :') 

Poem and picture have the same title by the way. 

He stared into the light
but got trapped in the dark
his wings were stuck 
unable to make so much 
as an arc.

Gentle eyes looked on
with deep, beating pity
thinking that if free
it could of been so much more
than pretty. 

With gentle hands
ready to free 
the dark become light
the moth spread it's wings
and took its flight. 

Thursday, 7 July 2011

Knocking Worry

I question my health
I question my self
Always finding a flaw
not so much doubt
but a scream and shout
of anxiety
of stress.


Constantly makes itself known
all the time
never a break
always thinking
I've made a mistake


Tapping on the shoulder
stamping on the brain
try to stay sane
keep telling myself
try to stay sane. 

Wednesday, 6 July 2011


All the poetry I hear or read is so beautiful and I can tell so much work has gone in to it. I feel like I'm what on doing on here can't even compare to it. I don't really have time to think the poems through as much as I'd like. And even these rushed ones mean I have less time to write or think of stories, which I kind of miss. I've got this far though, I'm going to continue, I'll try to make them better but it's difficult.

My pillow keeps my dreams
and is there to catch my screams.
My family holds on to me
and steady me on my feet. 

My camera takes a picture of a smile
but in the mean while
my friends can create one
and we can just have fun.

The grass can catch the rain
the bird can catch the worm
that right there
will be always be the same 

I'll to capture it all
and save it in my heart
so my memories and I
will never have to part.  

Tuesday, 5 July 2011

Doing Nothing in the Here and Now.

Hurray for internet access ^.^ so our computer was nearly hacked - scary shit. Anyway I've had this idea for a poem for a couple of days now. Not sure how to write it well (as ever) but I try. Pretty much just trying to say that it's nice when you can do nothing with someone and still enjoy yourself. 

When we have time
to do nothing
we have all the time
we need
to breathe
and appreciate 
not just little things
but everything.

For our eyes open 
to look 
and our ears
to listen
rather than stare
blindly forward
and waiting
for life to begin. 

Monday, 4 July 2011


Rolls on by
Inside, while the world outside
Never stops but just speeds away.

Sunday, 3 July 2011

Bar Crawl

Sorry on my phone, wi fi.
bar crawl time
lets not whine
hopefully it'll be fine
and not like a snail crawl that would not be a ball
and that is all

Saturday, 2 July 2011

Regrets and Maybes.

Regret bites at the heart 
as I wish that we 
could be together 
and you put your arms
around me
like you do with her.

Maybe we couldn't 
of been anything
at all 
but now I can't help
that we would 
of been good.

But it's too late. 

I don't know what I'd
tell you
had I been given 
the chance
maybe nothing at all
so my words here
will have to do
I think
that maybe,
I could of loved you. 

Friday, 1 July 2011


My leavers ball is today o.o
Nearly time
to close the book
mark the page
for when I want 
a second look

Saying goodbye 
to this time
and embracing,
to face the next step.

Growing up
not so sure. 

I suppose 
we'll dance
our cares away.