Merry Christmas everyone :') or whatever holiday you celebrate.
It's not really the presents
under the tree
but more the warmth and love
of my family.
Wrapping paper
comes and goes
but a smile is there
with a content glow
all day long,
it's festive
and perfect
here is where we belong.
Yes, it's cheesy but it's Christmas so hush.
It was nothing really
it wasn't extravagant
neither grand or large
just in an evening in at home
music on the CD player
gentle parent's conversation
giving that extra layer
full from tea
and all it dawned on me
that I was nearly crying
I was so happy.
It's not so much
what we do
but what we say
as our lives
slowly become
more interlaced
we become
comfortable
open
we never stopped
being ourselves
but now we become
them more
and really
I don't think I need
to ask for much more.
Comfortable with all
Often
Noticing peace and
That
Even when
Nothing is left
There is still this.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
64 views yesterday? That's quite a lot for my humble blog, hence why I'm mentioning it. Oh and also most of my poems shall be based around some aspect of uni life for a few more days since it's what in my head the most.
Oh and the photo today is done by a girl from my old school - she is very good. If you like it check out some more of her photos in the link below. She hasn't asked me to do this, I just thought her photography deserves more attention :')
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Alcohol stumbles down the throat
I stumble down the path
senses numbed
but with a smile stuck on my face
not really a sense of self
or sense of time
it feels as if most things
can be mine
because we have one life
and this is my time
to do something stupid
and it's considered fine.
Smile flits across the face
a blossom petal in the spring
not that lasting
but appreciated and welcome
while it does.
It barely begins to grow
not really there to put on a show
for the camera
or acknowledgement of others.
a personal smile
intended for the person alone
lost in their memories
and travelling in their own world.
But to everyone else
they are just a stranger
smiling to themselves
and the smile fades
as quickly as the blossom
blows away in a breeze.
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.
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.
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.
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?
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.
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.
Nothing easier.
The sound a soul
smiling.
The base of friendship
family
people together
joined
in the sound
which no other emotion
can create.
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.
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.
