Here and There

The feeling that this is fleeting 
we're only meeting 
for barely any time 
and it feels as if
almost as soon as 
I've finished this rhyme 
we shall soon be on our way again.


For now our lives here are back
to what they once were
but the striking difference 
is that we all have a separate lives
we all have a there
and there will never be whole here
our worlds beginning to part 
and the scary thing is
that this is just the start. 

Overlapping Friends

We all easily fall
back in to place
a smile seems to be stuck
right on my face,
for here we are
as we were then 
as if we never left 
friends were made 
when we were away
but now we're back again 
we overlap
just have a chat 
we're just us
no fuss
all content
with our time well spent. 

Life, Meaning, and Trying Not to Moan About It

In the grand scheme of everything
the universes, galaxies 
and account of all of history 
does my, one life, have meaning?


Most likely no.

But what about narrowing it down?
Starting at my feet on the ground
and revolving around
the people I care for 
and perhaps just stopping at
the people I've talked to
and they've remembered me. 


So then,
life and meaning doesn't seem 
as such a tragedy 
and really
it's about my friends and family
that's what means the world
to me. 

I Value

The feeling of acceptance 
lack of self conscious 
and being drunk enough to dance
of an idea being created
feeling successful, esteem elated. 


The hug of a loved one 
which is never unwelcome 
laughing and thinking I won't stop
drinking tea when it's good and hot.


Getting lost in the world of a book
a smile at a strange with a second look
a comfortable silence 
a gentle kiss 
and simple things, 
things like this
writing
just thinking 
with plenty of time
to wonder what I like
and wonder what's mine.

Reunion Hugs

A loving embrace
no need to think of that face
I know it well 
and I can tell 
you
or anyone who cares
that words cannot share
what hugs like that feel like 
I hope you know
the feeling yourself 
otherwise you're putting your heart
upon a cold, unwelcome shelf
instead of bringing it out
for friends or family to share
letting them know you love them
letting them know you care. 

We Get On

I know what this is 

just a girl 

and a boy 

getting along 

conversation flowing 

and knowing 

that we're just friends

new friends,

right? 

I'm keeping my thoughts slow

not saying go

to anything 

for once

I'm just waiting

before picking up the brush

and painting 

romantic pictures.

I'm just going 

to wait and see

what will happen

to you and me. 

The Ice of Isolation

Arms folded 

as if cold 
shoulders hunched 
in the shape of the old
veins fizzle with worry 
brain shrinks 
with the fear 
of not being liked 
heart pounds for approval
eyes down cast on the floor 
for anxiety of looking up 
and seeing the other pairs
silently talking 
the smiles bonding 
and I'm stuck 
on the other side  
with cold veins 
and a worrying brain. 

Rebuild

Saw the word 'rebuild' on a sign and liked the word so thought I would make a poem about it. Because I'm that cool. 

Rebuild 
either brick by brick
or with a hand held out
with a tissue and tears 
or smiles to replace  the shouts. 


Whether physical 
or emotional
family or friend 
house or community 
there will always be people 
around to help,
until the very end. 

How We Say Goodbye

As promised, here is me making the poem yesterday, better. 
Original couplet:
Saying goodbye
it makes me cry


Can't really find a picture that sums it up right. Apologies. 


How we say goodbye 
it's so much in the words
that we utter or cry
but in the grip of the hug 
the warmth of a head 
pressing in to a shoulder 
the heart beat that becomes
as heavy as a boulder
the tears that run down the face 
forever 
but really, not for long
in that warm, tight embrace. 


Hopefully it's a bit better than the couplet :')

The Difference of Scared and Fear

I have never felt fear for myself
but for those whom I love 
if something terrible happens 
the kind of things that you don't speak of. 


I have felt scared on my own
countless times, it's just me 
and my own life 
the reasoning and emotion
no where near as deep 


When stuck in the dark 
the heart tightens 
a fist around the veins 
but without them here
nothing would be the same 
and that thought 
nearly makes me insane. 

The Mouth Doesn't Say

I'm sorry 
if I talk too long 
I'm sorry 
if I bore or boast 
I'm sorry 


I like you 
yes, in that way 
do you like me? 
Please say yes
I like you


Shut up
right now
you're annoying me
Shut up. 

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. 

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. 

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.

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.

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.

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
family
friends
communication
interspersed technology
window pane
always showing
the same frame.

Mistakes

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.

I Don't Know Why

I don't know
you


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


I don't know
maths
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. 

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.