Wednesday 31 August 2011

The Peach to the Prune




The peach to the prune
the magnificent to the ruin 
the boy to the man 
and the girl to the gran.


We see the youth gain age
which can turn to rage 
maybe not quite wisdom
I wonder, what will I become?


From the petals of innocence 
with slow shuffling reluctance 
we gain more life, grow old 
and what comes exactly after that?


Well, 
it's a secret none of us have been told. 

Tuesday 30 August 2011

The Warmth of a Stranger

I lean in to you 
back pressed
nearly every part
touching, but
not so close
that I can feel your heart
and despite the fact
that you're a stranger
I feel no danger 
actually, 
quite the opposite.


Wanting to stay
right here 
and have nothing 
in the way 
of the two of us 
but I move
you leave
as does
your warmth
and I'm left
with the taste
of what could of been
running through 
my veins. 

Monday 29 August 2011

Festival Festivities

Together 
we stand
we clap
we cheer
we watch
we walk
we sing
we smell 
we yell 
all united 
for the band
the music
the moment
the passion
we are one.

Sunday 28 August 2011

The Fourth Face

She stares
she glares
she wonders
she worries
she looks in the mirror
looks at herself
tries to ignore
the flaws
and thoughts stretch
to around the world
and wonders
where is her place
when the doors are opened
she tries to find
the right face.

This is her,
this is her everyday.

Saturday 27 August 2011

The Third Face

She wishes
She’s wistful
she sighs
and she longs
for that spark
of romance
the chance
of love
to wrap itself
around her
and not let go.

She smiles
to herself this time
as dreams take
over thought
her steps are slow
weighed down
when she’s in the clouds.

This is her,
this is her today.

Friday 26 August 2011

The Second Face

She wallows
she weeps
she whimpers
she’s meek
she tries
to hide
from the world
and walks in the
shadows.

Her shoulders hunched
eyes cast on the floor
lips furled in a
pitiful pucker
a sight that only
the pavement can see.

This is her,
this is her today.

Thursday 25 August 2011

The First Face

She grins
She glows
She shines
She shows
the world
that’s she happy
and ready
to take on
whatever you throw

Her back is straight
eyes firm ahead
smiling and eager
never thinking
but instead
just doing.

This is her,
this is her today.

Tuesday 23 August 2011

A Cliché but Friendly Poem

So this blog is not to GMT, sigh, oh well this is Wednesday 24th poem.  


Oh and I shall be going to a music festival the next few days and will be bringing a phone that cannot access the internet. So my lovely mum will be posting the poems for me, the 4 of which I wrote today :) 


Thanks mum (if you're reading this) much appreciated. 




My friends 
are my second family 
I wouldn't change them
I hope they wouldn't change me


They are there,
always
and don't care
what I look like or if I'm odd 


I couldn't ask for more
they like me
when I'm not sure I do
and sometimes, words
are not needed 
we're just us.


I apologise for the lame and shitness of this poem but I am sleepy and after writing 200 something poems, I am running out of ideas xD I might edit this at a later date. 

Motions of Colour

 
Flashes of red
frustration
floods of blue
sorrow
rays of yellow 
joy
clouds of pink
love
stretches of green
calm 
black, just black
despair
trailing grey
weather 
swirls of brown
craving, chocolate
blank
the opportunity
to dream, create. 

Monday 22 August 2011

Where Death is Hiding

It's in the pavings of the street
it's in every single soul of whom we meet 
it crawls along the hospital walls 
it stretches great heights and goes great falls.


It's in the boom of a thunder clap
it's in the darkness, a looming gap
It's  in a person's deadly gaze 
it's in the calender, counting down days. 


It's on every mile, of every road 
it's in the water, far down below
it's in the earth itself, forever there
it is always crouching, always prepared. 

Sunday 21 August 2011

More

Stomach pounds at the ribs
more more more 
it demands 
esteem and awareness of appearance
try to take a stand 
but thrown down
in to the weaker shadows
of the brain.


It's always the same
it's never enough
it's
never
enough 
always craving
until full.


I don't know
when I'm empty. 

Saturday 20 August 2011

Positive

Thinking
attitude 
be in the right mood
half full 
look for the best 
fit in with the rest
happy
optimistic 
bright
don't be sad 
don't break
be happy
for right do I have
to break through
in to the half empty
side of things?

Friday 19 August 2011

What Laughter Is

Butter of the lips
sunshine along the throat
shining through teeth
white snow settling 
easy as water flowing
or a summer's day
delectable chocolate. 

Thursday 18 August 2011

University


Future glowing
knowing
there's a place for me
maybe not quite destiny
but so, so happy
the fact I now deserve
to go
and learn at university.

Secure in knowledge
did my best
going along for the ride
with all the rest
ready
set
go.

Wednesday 17 August 2011

The Darkness of Worry

Exam results tomorrow which determine whether or not I get in to uni o.o
I feel sick.



No words
just darkness.
No sound
just worry.
I am stuck
drowning.


Worst of all
I am stuck 
on my own
trying to get out
of my tortured world. 

Tuesday 16 August 2011

Lakes of Friendship

We overlap with one another
like water, flowing ripples
little disruption
occassional interruption
but mostly we just float
laughter, breezy
it's easy
we're here
not needing to be anywhere else
staying in the calm
no harm
peace upon us all
in our own little piece of the world.

Monday 15 August 2011

Flaws

I can't be perfect
I don't have the greatest intellect
nor the best of faces
I can't run particularly fast
or add numbers in my head
but really, instead
I know I can't do everything
no where even close
I have no right to boast.


The things I can do
to a small degree
I can only try
that's just me.

Sunday 14 August 2011

The Element of Dreaming

Wait for me
I beg you please
catch my dreams
as the sunlight gleams
I call to the cloud
it drifts and I scream
I am stuck on the ground where my desires
burn in the fires
when really I want them up there
free and swimming through the air.

Saturday 13 August 2011

Grey

Clouds dripping rain
buildings in which the bricks are the same
as the streets, the faces,
the hair and worn shoe laces

Everything the same
enveloped in the grey

Friday 12 August 2011

Brain Pedestal

You think you're better than me
raise your own intelligence 
by always laughing at my stupidity 


A stamp of smugness upon the brain
but really, you know
you and I are just the same 


You stand tall while I am down
throwing my opinion forcefully
down on to the ground


Enough, is what I begin to think
and slowly, my opinion of you 
will lesser and perhaps your esteem 
will be the one to sink. 

Thursday 11 August 2011

Hiding Eyes, Finding Smiles

So I've just got back from the Edinburgh Fringe Festival, which was really fun :)
I handed out some cards there with my blog link so if you're here because of that, thank you so much for taking the time to see this. I apologise if I bothered you. Feel free to leave your comments. Or don't. Whatever :) Just thanks again really. 



Anyway, on to today's poem. 


Heart beat
quick
smile
shy
try to find 
confidence 
your eyes
tell myself
things will be
fine. 


Maybe not
talking to me
but look
acknowledge
is there any
possibility 
that you think
I'm pretty?


I don't know
the answer
or you
but I could dream
that's all I can do. 

Wednesday 10 August 2011

Fantasy in reality

Sun lit cracks in the pavement glow
the world decides to put on a show
be it through the people dancing in the street
or through the smiles in which we meet
our friends or a stranger
we're never in danger
of forgetting to look
for fantasy in reality, just
like opening a book.

Tuesday 9 August 2011

A Shouting Silence

Posted this a few days ago on my phone and didn't have time to finish so wanted to edit it since it was quite a strong emotion at the time I started writing it.


Finding a voice
but doubt
as to when to use it
silenced by the looks
of scathing
contempt
the black of the pupils
shining
eager to hunt
to attack vulnerability 
your vulnerability.


Silence
better than shouting
hiding
better than being found
and attacked
Looking at floor
rather than asking for more.


Bully.

Monday 8 August 2011

Now

Soaking up atmosphere
right here
in the now
in the moment
for how
can you be alive
embrace the day
if you count by breaths
not the times that take it away.

Sunday 7 August 2011

Canvas

oneword.com :) but I added to it a bit after the minute. 






Blank

waiting to be filled 
potential, 
needs to have
something done
so it can become 
beautiful 
unlike snow
which is better
left untouched.


Are we canvas at first?
Slowly filled 
influenced by our family
then our friends
until 
in the end
we either become
nothing special
a master piece
or just a wreck


Unless those we know
aren't to blame
and it all comes down
to the same 
we make ourselves
fill in the blanks.

Saturday 6 August 2011

Regrets with the Shadows of Kisses

Lips long with
the shadow of a memory
of what it feels
to meet another pair
trying to grasp
that feeling of that 
eyes half closed, dozy stare.


Trying to be brave
make the move
but nothing
and stone sinking
feeling of regret
plummets through 
the veins.


Images run through the brain
what I want to happen
what could happen
nothing comes true
and in all honesty
this is the last time
I'll see you. 

Friday 5 August 2011

Laughter





Nothing easier.
The sound a soul 
smiling.
The base of friendship
family
people together
joined
in the sound 
which no other emotion
can create.

Wednesday 3 August 2011

Anger

Similarly to when I posted midnight before working at the York races, tomorrow I'll be very busy cooking for friends coming for a meal and then going to a party. Thought I'd save myself a small piece of stress by posting a poem now since it's technically Thursday :')

So this is Thursday 4th August poem.







Fists pound against the brain
heart races
trying to run it's way up the throat 
veins thrum with frustration
for a second
or maybe two 
everything flashes red.


Fists clench
long to lash out 
at anything 
mouth forms 
a silent scream
everything forced inwards
fearful of what would happen
if all this emotion
felt for just a second
was released.

Keep in the Blue

My brother wanted me to write a poem about his friend getting drunk and swimming in a fountain in the middle of York. I have no other ideas so I thought I might as well :') 


Oh and as another favour to someone (yes I am a wonderful person) my friend is selling some stuffed sock pigs on esty. They are cute ^.^ and I told her I would post a link on here. So here you go if you fancy buying yourself one.


http://www.etsy.com/listing/79043437/stuffed-sock-pig


Anyway, now on to the poem. Can't believe I'm actually writing a poem about this xD




Ripples of water
glowing blue
in the evening
the floor blurs 
as does vision.


Liberation
for when you're young
this sort of thing is fine
more of a show
than a scene.


Laughter
keep going
keep your audience
not your self conscious.


Little control 
not sure what to do 
not at all 
just keep going
down where it's easy
keep in the blue.

Tuesday 2 August 2011

Falling in to Dreams

This is a dream I had last night - it was really vivid so thought I could try and make a poem from it :) Also since it's based on a dream, I doubt I can google a picture of it that fits the picture in my head so like some other poems on here, no picture for today so you can come up with your own.



Not quite flying
supported by a rope
vivid green trees
their leaves out of reach
star bust explosions 
of yellow blossoms
spread across the lime
green grass below.


Fear of falling
when looking down
upon the road like
river flowing below
grey, despite the
blanket of blue above.


People are swimming
some are up in the ropes
I take your hand
trying to feel safe 
fingers assured
by a strong grip
strange,
I didn't think 
I'd be here with you


We let go
but the rope lurches 
and my arms wrap
round your neck,
here I feel safest of all
when holding you
and finally I manage
to enjoy the view.

Monday 1 August 2011

Food

On the off chance my fellow Come Dine with Me goers read this, this has nothing to do with the food served. Just the feeling of fullness after meals :')
Also - another month down - wow o.o 



Crawls down the throat
clutches at the stomach
spreads itself greedily
wanting to cover 
as much as possible. 


Pleads
whines
always begging
for you to have more
more
a little bit more.


Esteem
too far down
covered in 
layers of skin
and flab
to put up a fight
so more is eaten
to try and soothe
the feeling
of loosing
the battle


Grinning smugly
spreading
gaining
more terrority
across the body
making itself known.