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. 

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.

Anger

Similarly to when I posted midnight before working at the York races, tomorrow I'll be very busy cooking for friends coming for a meal and then going to a party. Thought I'd save myself a small piece of stress by posting a poem now since it's technically Thursday :')

So this is Thursday 4th August poem.

Fists pound against the brain
heart races
trying to run it's way up the throat 
veins thrum with frustration
for a second
or maybe two 
everything flashes red.


Fists clench
long to lash out 
at anything 
mouth forms 
a silent scream
everything forced inwards
fearful of what would happen
if all this emotion
felt for just a second
was released.

Keep in the Blue

My brother wanted me to write a poem about his friend getting drunk and swimming in a fountain in the middle of York. I have no other ideas so I thought I might as well :') 


Oh and as another favour to someone (yes I am a wonderful person) my friend is selling some stuffed sock pigs on esty. They are cute ^.^ and I told her I would post a link on here. So here you go if you fancy buying yourself one.


http://www.etsy.com/listing/79043437/stuffed-sock-pig


Anyway, now on to the poem. Can't believe I'm actually writing a poem about this xD

Ripples of water
glowing blue
in the evening
the floor blurs 
as does vision.


Liberation
for when you're young
this sort of thing is fine
more of a show
than a scene.


Laughter
keep going
keep your audience
not your self conscious.


Little control 
not sure what to do 
not at all 
just keep going
down where it's easy
keep in the blue.

Falling in to Dreams

This is a dream I had last night - it was really vivid so thought I could try and make a poem from it :) Also since it's based on a dream, I doubt I can google a picture of it that fits the picture in my head so like some other poems on here, no picture for today so you can come up with your own.



Not quite flying
supported by a rope
vivid green trees
their leaves out of reach
star bust explosions 
of yellow blossoms
spread across the lime
green grass below.


Fear of falling
when looking down
upon the road like
river flowing below
grey, despite the
blanket of blue above.


People are swimming
some are up in the ropes
I take your hand
trying to feel safe 
fingers assured
by a strong grip
strange,
I didn't think 
I'd be here with you


We let go
but the rope lurches 
and my arms wrap
round your neck,
here I feel safest of all
when holding you
and finally I manage
to enjoy the view.

Food

On the off chance my fellow Come Dine with Me goers read this, this has nothing to do with the food served. Just the feeling of fullness after meals :')
Also - another month down - wow o.o 

Crawls down the throat
clutches at the stomach
spreads itself greedily
wanting to cover 
as much as possible. 


Pleads
whines
always begging
for you to have more
more
a little bit more.


Esteem
too far down
covered in 
layers of skin
and flab
to put up a fight
so more is eaten
to try and soothe
the feeling
of loosing
the battle


Grinning smugly
spreading
gaining
more terrority
across the body
making itself known.