Video Blogging

Long time, no speak!

So, you may or may not have seen a link I put on here a while ago linking to a new blog project I had. Sadly, second year completely overwhelmed me and I didn't get very far with it. However, I am now trying out the YouTube scene. Vlogging, video blogging, YouTubing - pick a verb of your choice. I'm really enjoying doing it and am hoping to get content going more regularly once uni work gets a bit less hectic.

If you would like to see my channel (and maybe subscribe, if you really like) you can just click here
It would be me much appreciated! 

I feel awful for not posting on my other blog much but time has just escaped me.
Blimey, is this what growing old feels like? If you do want me to do more writing, leave a comment and I will honestly do my best to get some more writing done. But definitely after exams, I've got about three weeks of deadline craziness coming up.

Much love for reading this
x 

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. 

Back Again

Leaving behind 
what at first was new 
but now more so worn 
and more so me 
beginning to be woven
with my history.


Back to the house
which has always 
been filled 
with memories 
with family 
it's odd to think
that this will take 
some getting used to 
for this is what
I always knew. 

What Feels Like Home

What feels like home
is hard to describe
without the use of clichés 
something that causes 
a nauseating response 
of hearing something
that's pretty much a replay.


Yes 
we know
home is not a building 
it's more so a heart 
and that feeling
of being a part 
of something.


For me
I would say
it's a warm feeling 
close to your chest 
that makes you feel 
protected from the rest
of the world 
and I will feel as safe
as I did 
when I simply just 
a little girl. 

Bonding

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. 

Going Home

No picture since I don't particularly like the idea of posting a picture of my house on here. Any other wouldn't be right. 


Ready to go home 
not because
I'm in a bad place
I just need the break
to sink back in to the
arms of family
in to routine
which now seems
like such a luxury,
back to the places
and faces
I know so well,
back to home. 

A Winter Night In

Paper snowflakes
and hot cups of tea 
frost clinging 
to the branches of trees 
cosy and warm
while the wind pounds
the glass with it's cold fist
what I want
is just this 
the Christmas spirit sinking in 
while outside all is cold
and I'm just wrapped up,
looking out on the world. 

Holding on to a Smile

So it's December, a mince pince has been consumed as well as my the first chocolate in my advent calendar. Things are going to get rather merry around here, I imagine. But as well as counting down to Christmas it is also the count down to the end of the poem every day for a year o.o I don't know what to say that hasn't been said - you know the usual can't believe I've actually (nearly) done it, people read it (not that many but still some) how it'll be a relief to of finished, you get the idea. 
Well, for want of a better phrase, it's the beginning of the end. 
Though, in a less dramatic sense, I am thinking of starting a new blog at some point but more so for journalism reasons. 

It may not be
easy
to be always
happy.


It may not be
easy
to be always 
me.

They say
that life is hard 
I would say
that applies
to some
rather than others.


Where I am now
it's pretty good 
I think I'm acting
how I should

I don't need to try
to smile 
it just happens 
but mean while 
I hope others
who find it hard
can find something
to hold on to. 

Carrying a Work Load

The feeling of work
crawls along back
sniggers at the brain
the body feels slack.


Words are running
all around my head
and I'm painfully reminded 
of when I can't sleep in bed


There's too much
and not enough
time
but the awful thing is
that really
this work load of mine
is much less than some
but still feel
overcome. 


I need to think clearly
see myself where I am,
where I stand
and see to next week
when I'll be done
but I'm just stuck
here,
and I feel so slow
so slow and dumb. 

I Feel Small

I have a place in this world
it's minuscule
and I don't really know 
where exactly I fit 
but,
maybe that's meant to be
the exciting bit. 


 Kind of short but it's purposeful, I don't know, more impact? That's what I was aiming for. 

Beginning

oneword.com for title :) 
ps the picture is from a music video - This Love- Like A Million Lights.
The chorus has the word beginning in and I thought of it a lot when writing this. I love that song :')

Something new
we haven't really started yet
opportunities hidden 
we don't know what's coming 
but we have to move forward
to keep our story going 
our lives flowing 
because with every beginning
and every new chapter
we take a leap forward
never really knowing 
what will happen 
but hoping in the end 
it was worth it. 

A Moment Over a Picture

A camera tries to capture 
a moment in time
with technology and a click 
it's there in a photo
a solid memory,
I can hold it, it's mine. 


But here 
where I am now 
we don't take pictures 
posing with plastic smiles 
ready to be put straight on file.


We're just in the moment
soaking it up 
and I make a plea to my brain
that my eyes and a camera
could be the same 
so I can look back at this time
maybe not with clarity
but more of a blissful blur
because we were too busy having fun
to stamp our pictures to the world. 

Content

Comfortable with all
Often
Noticing peace and
That
Even when
Nothing is left
There is still this.

Advice From My Room (Post 3 today)

Annddd finally, post 3, to make up for the lack of a poem on what will be the 1st of January 2012. This poem is piecing together phrases from looking around my room. 
Yeah.... I really need to do some actual work today. 

Colour 
bold
love etc.
true match
like this
keep it unreal 
fresh
beauty
get involved 
keep in touch 
know your limits 
along for the ride
independent 
never shout never 
we are story tellers. 

Tidal Wave of Time (Post 1 of Today)

I realised that on the 1st of January I didn't actually write a poem, it was an introduction to what I'd been doing for the year.  Recently I thought that on the 1st this year, I would write a conclusion ish ... thing. Mmm details.
But this leaves me 2 poem short of the 365 mark (correct me if I'm wrong)

Though I will have posted on here everyday, I still think I'd like to say I wrote a poem for everyday of the year. Which means I need 2 extra poems. 

So today, mainly because I have time on my hands (and avoiding a philosophy essay) I thought I would post 3 mini ones.
Wahh long introduction, sorry. 

It's coming 

no longer lurking 

no longer stalling 

but running

sprinting

faster 

and faster

faster still 

nearly knocking 

me straight off

my feet.

The future 

weeks passing like days

what if right now

is soon to become a haze? 

I'm trying to enjoy

while I can 

but the future is coming 

time is taking it's stand. 

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. 

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 :)

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.