Changes

Ok, so I finally got back into writing poetry. But, I have decided to move this blog to WordPress. So if you want to read my new stuff, check out my new blog.

Explanations

So this is just a quick post explaining why I haven't managed to update since last year. I stopped boarding in the school I'm at, and as a result have found my self with a lot less free time. Hopefully I'll manage to come up with a few new poems to post soon enough though.
   Cheers.

Tell Me Why (part 3)

This is the final part of Tell Me Why, inspired by the same events as the last three. Written, again, a couple of days after the last one.

You did it.

You asked me.

You said the words.

Finally.

Keeping it a secret

For now.

Everyone is going to find out anyway.

But I made you promise

It didn't have to be a secret

Before I said yes.

And it's gonna work.

I know it is -

Because it's me;

Because it's you;

Because it's us together.

Tell Me Why (part 2)

Inspired by the same events that inspired Tell Me Why (part 1). I wrote this a few days after the last one.

Yeah, ok

I like you.

But she's my friend.

You don't have to

Break her heart.

'Secret' relationships

Never work.

Can't you see?

They said he's only gonna

Break break your

Break break your heart -

And I guess they were right.

You didn't even try.

Tell Me Why (part 1)

I wrote this at the start of last year. It was just a way of me getting my feelings out about something that was happening, so it's inspired by my life.

Why her?

Why not me?

What makes her so special?

Tell me why.

All those texts -

Were they lies?

Everyone saying

You were talking about me

All day.

Did they lie?

Or were you

Lying then too?

Tell me why.

The hugs

The laughs

The smiles:

What were they for?

Tell me why.

Can't you feel it too?

The electric touch

When you brush past;

The longing

When you're not there.

Tell me why.

Ok, yeah, I'll admit

She knows you better,

For longer too.

But maybe. . .

Don't you believe

In love at first sight?

I do now.

Tell me why.

Unfinished Poem One

Wink wink

Smile smile

Brush past

Stop a while.

Whisper whisper

Snatched words.

Quiet quiet

No one heard.

Although you know it's never going to happen.

Although you know it's just not meant to be.

You dare to hope

And dream and hope.

[To be continued]

Not sure how I want to end this one... So I'm just going to leave it like this for now.

Outcast

Wrote this a year or two ago, but never really finished it. I think I wrote it around a time when I was feeling particularly isolated from the people around me.

Alone.

Unwanted.

Shunned.

Trying too hard.

Always wrong.

Drifting.

Trying to stay afloat.

Getting sucked down

Into the whirlpool of

Life.

The Seal

This is a poem I wrote four years ago, with my friend Hazel. We were told to write a poem about winter, and I was inspired by a David Attenborough documentary I had seen recently.

The poor seal,

Trapped under the ice.

To survive,

He will have to fight for his life.

His tusks worn down

From scraping to survive.

Next summer,

He may not even be alive.

A few weeks later

He cannot even fight.

He takes his last breath,

His last breath of life.

Without his scraping

The ice closes down.

As for his,

It may never be found.

More Than Ever

Also wrote this one some time over the last week. This one is one of the few that's actually inspired by real life events, mostly something that happened to me at the start of last year.

It’s kinda funny

how,

even when you know he

probably doesn’t even remember it,

you still hold it special

and want it back.

Especially now

that you’re

friends

again, and he’s moved on

but you haven’t.

And when he smiles

at you

and the corners of his mouth

turn down

in that way unique

to him:

You get a tingling

up and down

your body;

and your eyes unfocus

just for second.

And you need him now more than before.

Love and Heartbreak

Wrote this some time over the last week when I was bored in school. Wasn't really sure what it was about until I wrote the last verse today. Still not entirely sure if it all fits together.

A single ice-white rose,

petals scattered on the floor.

A dirty footprint stamped on the scene,

and frozen tears.

A smashed picture:

His face, torn cleanly out.

Red blood

scattered on the drops of glass.

A rusty knife

dug deep into the table;

deep etches mark out

scars from previous fights.

A lipstick-stained letter,

faded through time,

and smelling faintly

of a masculine perfume.

Nail varnish,

spilled and smudged.

Left in a hurry

and quickly forgotten.

The remnants of a string of pearls;

loose beads stained with age

have been broken and scattered

across the blood red velvet tablecloth.

Pictures and memories.

All of them

from those last few precious days

before it ended.



Also I'm not sure if reader comments are working, but I know that anonymous comments are, so if anyone wants to leave a comment feel free...

Inside an Angel

This is based on a character called Clayra Ironblood, who I will probably be putting up more about, maybe a short story, and another character called Roman Laurence, who there will also be more about.

I remember

the first time

I saw her...

Her nails were

cracked and dirty

but her hands

were beautiful

and her ratty

bleach blonde hair

covered

an angelic face.

She was hunched up

under a giant jumper;

and she looked

half dead.

But when I reached out a hand to her

she smiled.

And it was like

the sun had finally come out.

Star Light, Star Bright

I wrote this when I was bored in prep this week. Not really sure what inspired me.

If I was a great big fire

I would burn down

all the walls surrounding you.

But I am only

a tiny little candle flame.

So I will wait here

until someday you notice

me, among the millions

of identical insignificant lights.

Dreams or Daydreams

Do you ever get that feeling,

where you just want

to jump

inside someone's brain

crawl around

and find out what they're thinking?

Breath Deep

A couple of the guys in school have started wearing the most amazing smelling body spray, which inspired me to write this.

Isn't it funny?

How a smell

can make someone

a million times

more attractive.

My Darkest Time

I think this came from either English or Religion class, when we were talking about how everyone experiences everything differently, so you never really know what someone else is going through.

"I know how you feel."

Really?

No.

You don't.

You've never been so close

you can feel the tingling

in your fingertips and toes

and then feel it whoosh past

your cheek

as you just miss it.

You haven't had his fingers

ghost over your cheek,

as if he was going to grab you

and kiss you

only for him to

stroke your cheek and tell you:

"Let's be friends

forever"

You've never had your heart

lifted up

higher than you even thought was possible

only for it to come

crashing back down,

down...

Down.

Until it hits the ground

hard.

You haven't gone out

and sat by the lake

until the darkness

of the night creeped in;

until the empty place where

your heart

used to be has frozen over,

and you have a brand new

frozen

heart of ice.

And you have never

waited out the patient

days and weeks

and months and years

until the ice melted

and then he came along

and shattered it

all

over

again.

So how can you say

you know how I feel?

Tomorrow

This is inspired by the simple line "Tomorrow's far away."

Tomorrow.

That's a long

way away.

So let's live in

today. And treasure

every single moment.

One Kiss

 This one is from the line "And with one kiss/We could stop time"

One Kiss

From You

Would Be So

Magical

It Would Stop

Time

Chance

Ok, I wrote a load of poems based on individual lines from the Ouron Highschool Host Club Theme Tune, which was stuck in my head for ages. This came from the line "Maybe we could take this chance." It's quite short, but sweet.

Jump.

Leap.

Fall.

Don't worry.

I'll catch you.

Safe.

I have a lot more but I won't be publishing them all because I really need to edit some of them. I'll hopefully be editing over the next month or so, and I'll have them up soon enough.

Pitter-Patter

    This one doesn't really have anything to do with anything, but it's just something that came into my mind, and I had to write it down.

I can hear their

tiny feet

pitter-pattering on

the path outside.

I can smell those

scents of strawberry fields

and summer

that they use

to entice you

and draw you in.

I can feel

the icy chills they bring

starting

at the back of my neck

and spreading down

through my legs

to the tips of my toes.

I can taste that burning

on the back of my tongue.

And now

I can see

their horrific

deformed

mutated faces

pressed up close against mine.

Hopefully by next weekend I'll have found the other poems and will be able to publish those.

Torn

    I wrote a load of poems on pieces of paper at school this week, but unfortunately I only brought the piece of paper with this one and the next one on it.
    I guess for this one I was just thinking about scars, and how you can have scars on the inside and the outside, and I thought of this.

Everyone has scars.

Some are big.

Some are small.

Some are on the outside

and some

are on the inside.

I've got one or two

small scars

on the outside.

They're nothing impressive.

Nothing to talk about.

But I've got

one huge, giant scar

on the inside

where you ripped out my heart.

Title will probably change.

EDIT: Changed the title from 'Beautiful Painful Scars' to 'Torn'.