When You Say You

A form or sign of friendship
is when you say you 
it means you know something 
or have noticed me 
paying attention 
and realising what I'm like 
you're beginning to know my traits 
how I behave 
as well as the things I like, 
the things that I hate.


It's a small thing you said
and it could of been misled
but I took it a sign 
that you're starting to know my mind 
and I am grateful 
that we are starting to click. 

zombie

Today i will be a zombie
i am not sure what to expect
maybe blood
gore
well, i look like i am dead

Recording Eyes

I wish knit together 
all the views I see 
put them in to a film
so I can look back
at my whole life history. 


There would be blue skies 
and of course grey 
there would be every single one
of all of my holidays
there would be water 
in the lens at times 
for when I've gotten sad 
and there may be slight tremors
for those times when I've been mad.


But the most important thing
would be that is all there
I would have all my memories 
and watching them would be like
breathing in a second, filling, air.

Presently Happy

I am happy
content with myself
(mostly)
and how things are going
the only trouble is
there is no way of knowing
how long it will last 
how quickly this will feeling
will change
from my present, to my past 
but I don't worry much about this
for if I do, I might miss 
smiling.

Still

Oneword.com for title :) anndddddd this number 300. I don't even know what to say, didn't think I'd make it this far! 65 to go. Fingers crossed, I'll make it!

The water  is calm
and there is peace
the leaves don't move
for there is no breeze 
things slow
then stop
the world takes
a deep breath 
in 
and we're in the moment
before
it breaths out again.

A Good Mood

It sounds a bit stupid but being in a good mood, feels very good :')

Smiling 
at everything
a song on shuffle 
streak of sunshine
architecture 
a fountain display 
rainbows in the water
babies 
teacups spinning around
despite being in the middle
of a town 
well, make that a city
where I suddenly began to notice
just how pretty 
it call can be 
and that I'm here 
belonging 
with a smile and me.  

The Sun and Moon of the Brain

In some parts of the brain

everything clicks 

I say to myself 

this makes sense 

and in turn it sticks.

Whereas others get thrown

in to deep fog of the skull

where nonsense takes reign 

and clarity becomes dull.

The facts on one side 

jump up and down with glee

they're rooted and trusted

so it makes them happy.

Whereas in the gloom 

where understanding is lack

the words trudge round

their posture and attitude slack. 

The bright tries to drag 

the gloom it's way

tries to brighten the fog

and bring understanding with the day.

PS - purposely chose the picture since it's kind of what I had in my head while I wrote this :)

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A smile
A kiss
A memory
A winter evening in
A blanket
Your warmth
A summer day out
A picnic 
Some chocolate
(always) 
A thought
A hand 
An arm
A hug
A feeling
Compassion.

Nearly November

Yesterday's poem.... pah not happening. Oh well, I did say I didn't know what to expect. Not going to write a whiney poem about it because it hasn't hit that strong of an emotion. I only write sad poems when I really feel it. 

The grey cloud of the sky
sat heavily on the trees
the leaves caressed by the
blowing of the chilling breeze.


All the colour beginning to drain 
it's a sad view clogging up the brain
when the cracked and dry cement 
and the sky look the same.


Winter is fast approaching 
it's icy breath is all around 
and in the middle of it all 
is a lone and single sound 
of our heartbeats slowing down 
ready to rest our summer dreams
upon the icy ground. 


Just thought I'd point out I'm using a bit of artistic license. It's not that cold yet and I actually quite like winter :') just so you don't get the wrong impression that the cold depresses me a lot, I am a fan of the woolly jumper and what not.

The Relation Ship

So this is how it feels 
to not quite be sailing 
on the relation ship
but having it there 
a few steps away 
awkward pacing 
tiny steps to get on
but it's not wishful thinking
the ship may end up sinking
at least it's within my reach,
whether it set sails or not 
I don't know who will care
me
hopefully you 
too. 


Wow lots of water based poems recently, does this say something about me?
(not a rhetorical question, I geniuely have no idea whether writing a lot poetry based around water metaphors says something about me. It probably does)

Ready For The Flow

Sitting in front of a river
this is not the time to dither 
stress, worry or fret 
all there is left to do 
is close my eyes 
and go with the flow 
try to forget 
the pinching thoughts
on the brain 
not drive myself insane 
and wade in the water 
ready
for the flow.


PS - recognise the Disney film and points for you :')

The Grass is Greener, We Just Have to Look

Nearly done 300 posts now. Bloody hell. 

Patches of green
soaked in the sun
despite the crisp air
and topped off with a fountain
makes it more so serene. 


But it's not just
the places like this
soft on the eye
as petal lipped kiss 


If we look closely 
with our eyes of the ground
we can try and find
the beautiful places 
all around. 




Yay for shitty clichés :') 

Sailing Words

Words can flow
or sink 
I can say
what I think
or keep it
in my head
where
there they stick
and then
in odd ways
they leak in to 
my dreams
and a whole 
other world
happens in my bed
I try to describe 
the night pictures 
and the words can flow
or sink.

In My Head

A half empty plate of cupcakes 
possibilities
couples at tables 
yellow lighting 
that looks cosy
maybes 
what could happen
something new 
pink cloud, kissing the grey
and this just me
what about you
what about everybody? 

Taking a Walk on the Ocean

I wish I could walk across the sea
stroll along that stretch of blue
with the rolling waves, I am free
life would be simple, it's all I'd do. 


To stare down beneath the ebbing flow
or have the clear sky lay all around 
what lies at the bottom I wouldn't know
instead of cement, the ocean is my ground.


I would lose myself but not my step 
for carefully I would tred
upon the water, with the sun looking down 
never would I have the fear that I would drown.


I wish I could walk across the sea
stroll along that stretch of blue
with the rolling waves, I am free
life would be simple, it's all I'd do. 


Oh, oh and I just remembered - sorry to give another link but my friend wants people to watch this video he made with his art friends at college :) 


Video To Watch

Reunion

Not oneword.com title, just had a family party yesterday.

Reunion
Unite
Belonging
Together
Catch up
Smiles
Warmth
Family
always
even apart
same blood
all with heart.

Our Lips

Just got back from a night out, not sure if it will say this is Saturday (the 15th) poem or not. Stupid time  difference. Still feeling a bit merry so sorry if this doesn't make sense. Don't really want a picture for today's. 

Lips do more than talk
when they touch 
sometimes
words aren't needed
noses brush 
can express more than
painting a master piece
and holding hands 
is knowing
that you're not alone.  

My Balloon

I put my hopes for you and me
inside a red balloon,
so that all the details of the depth 
of my wishes were wrapped in rubber secrecy.


I'll let this balloon fly away 
someone else can catch it
maybe her 
the one where the flirt and smiles
was obvious, from across the room. 


I'll look to the sky 
in hunt of another balloon 
that I can fill with not wants
or wishes 
but memories 
of me and another boy
who doesn't look like you 
one who notices me
more than you do. 

Rhyming Words Association (RWA)

Most of my poems have been quite a similar style the past few days so thought I would try and do something different. Only flaw in this, I don't know how! I'm not really an expert in different forms of poetry... 

Break
away
take 
(seize)
the day
sunshine
sky
time
clock 
tick tock 
hand
stand 
feet 
street 
grey 
day 
break 
away. 


Pretty much had the idea as I wrote, one word then what reminds me of that word and tried to make it rhyme. If that doesn't make sense just ask in a comment and I'll try and explain it better :')

Brushing Past

We brush past one another 
separate colours 
spreading on the canvas 
we should mix more 
see the bigger picture 
see how we connect 
and make sure that our time
is well spent 
and painted bright 
rather than just 
in black and white. 

To Not Be in Love

To of not been in love

to felt the warmth of the heart

to be connected to another 

two halves of the same part

is to be alone 

and to be smothered 

by naivety 

and a sense of loss 

for something 

never owned. 

Writer's Block in the Form of Poetry

My friend in America has entered a video competition, he asked me to vote for it and I thought his talent deserves some recognition so I was wondering - to any of you who clicks the links I post (to any of you who read this blog at all?) if you would mind doing the same. Just click the 'like' button underneath the video.
Thanks ^.^ 


Click Here For the Video 


And now for a completely unrelated poem. Yay for internet and randomness and links and stuff. 

I had an idea in my head
but am now writing this instead 
I don't really know what to put 
Hark!
May there may be some poetry, afoot? 


No. 

Because I don't know what to write 
and be that I may or be that I might
I'm not even sure, if that grammar is right
so I really do apologise 
for this crock of shite. 

Mystery

I cannot see through

the hole of your pupil 
nor read the lines of your palm 
I don't know your emotion 
if you're frustrated, shy or calm
I cannot hear your whisperings 
that stroll from heart to brain
I don't know if you see me the same.


I don't know what you're thinking 
when you half smile like that
I don't know how to pick up intonations 
of your voice in simple chat
I don't know how you dream 
or if you dream of me.
But I know I always wonder 
whether I'll solve your mystery.


Oh and oneword.com for the title :)

Through the Forgetful Fog

Memories strain
against the brain 
trying to swipe through 
the forgetful fog 
straight past drinking 
something deeper instead 
I want to try and find my childhood
buried in my head 
strike the age of innocence 
and the ease of disbelief 
no conscious of self
bright colours and wonder 
at everything around 
and seeing everything as giants
with eyes so near the ground. 

The Contented Buttercup

It sits 
listening to others around 
happy in its position 
on the luscious ground
soft butter petals 
occasionally brushing 
against others 
not quite rooted
but beginning to settle,
yellow 
and mellow 
it soaks up the sun 
to be here and living
amongst everyone. 

Starlight

Meant to do write this sort of thing at the beginning of the month, oh well just a few days late.
It's October. 3 more months to go, the end is in sight. Not saying I'll never post on this again, it just definitely won't be everyday and maybe not a poem. I don't know. 
Also I'm thinking of getting another tattoo when I've finished doing this. So it's a kind of during my first year of university/ to remind me I wrote a poem every day for a year (that being said, I've probably just jinxed myself. Shit.)

Anyway. Poem.

Don't really know what to write about . . . 

The light of  the stars
glow through the mist 
of grey and the clouds, 
lighting the shadows 
and skipping along
the ground 
waving to the sky 
as the moon says goodbye 
and the light is free 
to come and greet me 
the patterns spiralling 
under my eyelids 
and it not the darkness 
or sleep that I am with 
but the light of the stars 
and the wave of the moon.

Yup, title is also a Muse song. Yay Muse ^.^

Shining Eyes

I apologise for yesterday's poem, wrote it in about 30 seconds just before going the flat opposite to be social and what not. I'll try make today's better. Hopefully. 

You surprised me

by turning up here 
lifting me in the air
and calling me dear. 


When your eyes 
looked in to mine 
the pupils did shine
words fading on your lips.


I awoke in bed
realising that this had
just happened merely
inside of my head.


But now I wonder
when I see you next 
will those eyes shine 
and this become complex?

One Two Three

One
two
three
let 
me 
see
what
will
happen
to
me. 

Family

Happy Birthday Mum.
(family came up today for a birthday meal, was very nice) 

Forever

Always 
My family 
I know 
Love me, and
Yes. Nothing will change that.

When Determination Chases Procrastination

The things that I need
and intend to do 
they end up going to 
the bottom of the list 
and pointless things
take their place 
and my determination 
is left to chase 
the greed and dominance 
of procrastination 
it tries to drag it 
to start some work 
and underneath all this lurks 
the fear of failing 
or falling behind 
so procrastination
soon becomes kind
and allows the brain
to fall into the right 
state of mind.

The Tram Ride

The shops 

the streets 
the towers 
the trees 
the tracks 
the faces 
the fences 
the people.
All pass by 
as I sit 
and I realise
that this,
this it
and I've arrived
this is where
I'm meant to be.