On The Motorway

There were cars stretching 
as far as the eye could see
and then there was you,
there was you and me. 


The road and rain faded
along that motorway 
you help up a hand
which shone amongst the grey.


You began to write 
words, that I couldn't see
then you helped up the paper
it was simple but I was happy. 


Hi with a smiley face 
was all that you had written 
your writing neat 
and suddenly I was smitten.

Quick as I could manage
I got out my pen 
replied with hello 
in the hopes you'd write again. 


Another paper against the window
this one said I like your eyes 
you smiled with a caring gaze
and I felt complimented, though surprised.


I wrote back thank you 
and you nodded your head 
we were both still smiling 
and I knew I'd turned red. 


But all too soon 
the traffic began to move 
we became separated
and I completely lost you.
I have never seen you again 
and I'm most likely not going to 
but for that stretch of mile
we made a good couple,
me and you. 

Nothing Really But Maybe Something

Here it is again
a chance 
to try something new
take a step
which I might forget
for it could lead 
to nothing 
but it could leap
to something.


This pounding heart
could be bluffing
to convince my brain
that this is sane
and this could happen 
but then again 
I have to remember 
what's happened before 
there's no assurance 
there's not really anything 
it's just a case of waiting 
to see what fate brings. 

Heart Skips With the Brain

how cute is the picture? Though not exactly what I was going for with poem.

My brain has a thought
and my heart jumps along
like a puppy on a lead
so just before
going to sleep
an idea or worry
springs to mind
and rather than be kind
and let me rest
my heart decides
to make itself heard
by knocking hard
against my chest.


So now of course
it's beating quick
and with that rolls forward
that certain gaze
and thoughts get covered
in a romantic haze
and all I want to do is sleep
but my brain
sets the heart up
ready to run
and the heart on it's own
pounding desperately
for someone. 

Toothbrush Embrace

Bit of a story as to why the picture is a bit shit. The whole reason I wrote this poem was because of something I saw in my bathroom. So I took a picture on my phone - and despite multiple attempts could not upload it to my laptop. So took a picture of a picture with my webcam. Realising now, could of just used a camera. Oh well, it's done. 

I want with you
a tooth brush embrace
where we look towards one another
entwined,
oblivious to the world
because we're just here
together,
with nothing else in our sight
and side by side with you
everything would feel alright. 

The One

How do you know if you've found the one?
or if you found one at all?
Does your heart knock at your chest,
wanting you to notice this person
above the rest?
A smiling with a certain look?
Someone harder to read 
than the most complex of books?


If you see someone you notice 
but never see again
what if that meant to happen
and you've missed your chance?
Or perhaps people like me 
just read too much in to a glance. 


I'm not really looking for the one
but I would love to find 
to know the feeling 
and be content in state of mind. 


Another relationship based poem. Ops. Sorry, just been thinking about this sort of thing a lo t o.o (but not about the relation ship poem posted a while ago) Oh and I'm editing this about 1 in the morning after posting it on my phone earlier. 

Just Another Love Poem.

There are plenty of poems 
that are all about love 
to be honest,
there are probably 
far more than enough.

I can't say that I have written
my fair share
since I haven't really
felt the feeling 
I wouldn't know which words
to put where.

You can read all you want to
paint pictures in your mind 
try and imagine 
but really,
and I know this this much to be true
you won't know
what love feels like
until it happens to you.

An Unexpected Visitor

I love these pictures (Pon and Zi)

You were in my dream
I didn't expect to see you
I thought what I'd began to feel 
was finished, through and through. 


I don't know if you look at me 
from across the room 
sometimes I like to think you do 
in the dream you were 
and talking to me too.


Your tone and eyes were kind
your face always looking to mine 
and it was a startle to realise
it wasn't real 
and also, 
that this is how I feel. 

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. 

I Wish We Had Walked

If I were l less shy
and didn't see you
as that guy 
maybe we could talk
and instead of cutting
myself away 
before I've had 
the chance to stay
I could let myself 
sink in to the moment 
and quite simply 
we could go on a walk.


Not lazy, nonsensical rhyme there, based on something that happened yesterday. 

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. 

You And Probably Not Me

Their eyes gaze over you
lust burning in the darkness 
of the pupils 
glazing over with a plea
that is screaming and shouting
notice me, notice me, notice me.


I'll stay here 
and hope from afar 
that one day you can be mine 
and you can take my heart.

Rambling What's

So I've been here a week. Wow. I'm struggling with an idea today so I shall just start writing words and hope it's not shit.. Great attitude to have just before starting uni work isn't it?

What is me 
and who am I? 
What makes you 
and who you are?
What makes them
become an us 
and what makes like
turn into love?  
What makes us hate 
feel 
think 
sense 
believe 
have faith
what makes me 
and who am I?

Treading on Eggshells

Treading on eggshells 
when shaping vowels 
and consonants 
trying to remember 
the do's and dont's.


Wince if one cracks
checking for the reaction 
all around the room
taking the decision 
to lighten steps by a fraction.


Now to keep moving on
persuade myself I belong 
in this conversation 
trying to reach my destination 
of acceptance. 

Faith

Not meaning to be religious but you can easily take it that way :') More so because I feel like so many people have faith in me at the moment to do well. Kind of adds pressure but is comforting at the same time. I shall be probably write a poem about that at some point - just a heads up for you. 

Finding 
An
Idea
To
Hold on to.  

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. 

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. 

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. 

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. 

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.

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.