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. 

The Less Romantic Side of Dancing

Hands around the waist 
beginning to dance
after turning around
to see their face 
not really caring
or wondering
why're you're in this place.


But now with hindsight
and a sober thought 
it all comes back to 
how you view
yourself 
and that dancing with a stranger
despite an element of danger 
kind of seems to be a sign
that you're pretty
somebody 
who is worth some time
and really
this is not the place to be
where drunk
dancing 
and kissing
are linked to self esteem. 

Simple Love

As sad as this will make me sound, not to mention pathetic and maybe slightly like Bridget Jones, yesterday at about two in the morning I think? ( I don' tend to sleep till around 4) I was just sat in my room sobbing. 
After I had watched 90210 and Glee.
It wasn't so much the show themselves that made me cry, more so what they show. Couples.
Always couples. People being together and despite problems, having relationships.
It was horrible to progress back to the state of feeling alone and the reasoning behind this that I'm ugly. Alone, ugly and crying at two in the morning. Crank out the chocolate and you have the beginning of a chick flick. Looking back, it was a spectacular pity fest. 
The worse thing is though, is that that's what in my head. It's just kind of pushed down under all the stuff. But I do genuinely feel like that. Dearie me. 


Anyway, I know I said I would try to write less whingy, 'romantic pictures' poems but I thought with this reasoning of last night, I was allowed some self indulgence in this one.


Reading it back, this is probably one of the most honest and open poems I've done. 

It's not so much the fact
I need someone 
to complete me 
I don't really want to 
be part of some romantic story
something that completely 
alters history,
I just want something simple.

A hand to hold
someone to grow old (with) 
he can give me his coat
if I get cold 
not to tell me I'm beautiful
but he thinks I am 
to smile before kissing me
to hold me when I'm sad
or hold me whenever
so tight I think he'll never let go
and I will always know
that he's here 
not just for me
but because he wants to be. 

A Look That Never Changes

Despite all the change
through all the seasons
living independently 
some might call it
growing up 
underneath it all
I'm still me,
the same naive girl
who reads too much 
in to looks 
and hopes with each
pump of the heart 
that for once 
she hasn't read too deep
and that look
there
means something. 

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. 

Kisses

Collecting kisses 

memories of lips

meeting mine

a smile just before

or during

and eyes always kind 

a short connection

that doesn't last long

the meaning not the deep

I wish I had someone 

where I got to keep

this feeling 

and rather than collect

just have the one.

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. 

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. 

Boxed In (Post 2 of Today)

So this one is kind of for the 1st of January where there was no poem and just an introduction. 
Anyway, I went on a creative writing trip in year 12 and was quite proud of some of the poems I wrote. This is one of them :) No picture because it wouldn't be the same box that was the inspiration behind the piece. 
And yes, admittedly I haven't written it this year but I've posted poems I've written in the past before. It still is a poem, written by me :')

Boxed In

I remember being held

in a nervous,

salty, sweaty hand.

Being opened

a gentle whisper as my

lid was lifted.

Revealing the silver circle

with its diamond hat.

Oh, it was romantic.

How she ran into his arms

How he breathed in her

rose perfume, spinning her round

and round in the moon lit streets.

That's all a distant,

fading

memory now.

No longer do I keep company

with jewellery or a silk lined

suit pocket.

Now I'm in a wardrobe

kept in the dark with the

giant shoe boxes.

The other abandoned fellow brotherin

of gifts to her from the past.

The smell of lavender pot-pourri

surrounds me more than the darkness.

My hinges

once pristine

now battered, creased in to

an ugly grimace.

Blossom Kiss

No picture, if I write poems about my dreams I don't tend to like having one because it doesn't match the one in my head. 


It was the sweetest kiss
his lips like a blossom 
pressed just against mine 
his eyes were brown
so deep, and so kind.


We were sat down in the street
 I leaned my face to his 
and knew I was his to keep 
but I woke up
and realised I had been asleep. 


His face is blurred 
lost in my dreams 
I wish I could find him
but I don't know if he's real
it just feels as if he is
because of that tender
blossom kiss.

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)

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. 

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 :)

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?

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.