My life in words.
Right, what I'm gonna do here is mainly for my benefit...
Pasting my poetry from the last five years til now here, as a lazy way of having them hosted somewhere. Have a look if you want, comment if you like! I'm gonna put them under a cut
I am aware that most of them feature some tragic female, but that is because they are more interesting than tragic males :P. Some of these I love, some I'm not so sure of, but here they are anyway...
Starting with the most recent:
Talking in colour
Talking in colour, but seeing black and white
Breathing in the city, lungs full of the night.
Treading carefully with half of your senses
Then running through fields of emotional fences.
Bed sheets of linen,
Filtered sunlight with penicillin.
Voicing your thoughts and projecting the words
Hearing them form until the singing of birds.
You said you'd rather talk for hours
Instead of placing more flowers
On the graves of the ones you love..
Or left behind.
Fall Moon
Reaching for solitude
Under the watchful gaze of the moon
The leaves turn to silver
In their nocturnal, Autumn bloom.
My thoughts feel like they're kept
In the bags under my eyes
And in the lunar glow, I accept
Why it's my time to analyse.
I get to taste the seasons
As the fall orbits my senses
I'm playing with the reasons
and jumping over fences.
When dancing over crators
Not a word escapes my lips,
The sun ushers the dawn in...
And I feel myself eclipse.
The Ice Queen
Today the lake has frozen,
Exhaling, the ice takes my breath.
And the crystals hurt my eyes,
As the skeleton trees dance in death.
The wind chills me to my soul...
As I edge across the surface
Wholey afraid, and expectant
Of the cracks that then appear
My heart, frozen with fear...
Breaks with the ice,
Then twice I scream the name...
Limbs slowed by icy pain.
The figure takes my hand.
Fingers so elegant and cold
Like they were sculpted
From some priceless, glacius gold.
Lifted out,
I feel the warmth behind icy eyes.
Which flows to my head,
Then I'm paralysed.
My eyes open, the sun is shining
And I'm awake...
But in my hand, lies a single snowflake.
Magic people
“What was it you once said?”
Silently, secretly
She slipped into her mind
And of the things she thought she'd find..
It wasn't the fading glow of last summer
Or the windswept wishes of winter.
Etched in charcoal, her memories smudged
Of auburn autumn, reds and greys
A distant haze caught her eyes.
A featureless face, formed with grace
She holds her fingers up to trace..
Soft, seductive and still.
The outline sharpens, the mist clears
She tries to speak, the word disappears.
Clinging to the image tight,
The word escapes into the night...
Floaty
I open up the book.
The air escapes my lungs
and as I try to catch my breath...
It slips between my fingers
and sends the hero to his death.
The words start to blur...
And letters spill out of my head,
Where they tell me the future
About the things that I've not read.
...something smells like smoke...
The jester tells a joke, but then he starts to choke
and the punch line f l o a t s a w a y . . .
...to be found again someday,
Here.
Blood of Rose Red
Wrapped in Red, with head held high,
She stood in the doorway
Contrasting against winter sky…
The silence deafened, as she walked in,
As all who look upon her, are bathed in sin.
The things they remembered,
Of the one they called Rose Red
Was the coat that she was wrapped in
Her ruby lips and words she said;
‘That I am lust and I am beauty,
Is not what I considered gifted.
When its power acts like a curse
Of which soon now must be lifted …’
Fleeing fast into the night,
Her skin like the snow…
Her eyes sparkled bright.
She leaped for the stars…
And crashed with a wave…
But a crimson coat was all they could save.
Now it lies beneath the feet of snow…
With Blood Red Roses on her grave.
Growth
Under the midnight sun
The mid-daydreamers
toil one by one.
Questions from their mouths
Planting answers in the ground
Hoping to one day dig them up
And find truth in what they've found.
Alone inside her room
The girl builds her own cocoon
curling up inside
She emerges from her past
With echoes of the pain
From growing up too fast.
Sea breeze
Lying in the sun
And talking with your eyes
On a day like today
There's much time to analyse.
A thought in a footstep
As the wind takes your breath
The rocks hold your secrets
And bring the waves to their death.
Alone by the ocean
As you take in the air
is your past put behind you,
And the future out there?
Angelity
Biting your nails, and
Impulse eating to
Fill that void, the
Alco-hole left fleeting.
Stab wounds from biro's, and
Clumps of your hair
All sewn together
In patches so square.
Social suffocation, and
Media manipulation
Culminating in bouts of starvation.
Secretly wishing, and
Silently fishing, for something
To end your nervous disposition.
Forced smiles, and force-fed
All sewn up...
With needle and thread.
Cancerous coast
Paper boats filled
with tears that dried
down the gutter
like the face of someone who cried.
Riding waves of cigarettes
and newspaper and coins
that the river of modern convenience joins.
Past the nuclear fish,
from the cancerous coast..
Where the boats get capsized,
by their chemical host.
The scenic route
as windswept as the sand
and as travelled as the sea
of all my precognition
that comes back to bother me.
As eroded as this shore
and of beauty undefined
my place inside the echo
Bounces off 1000 times.
As weighty as this earth
and as endless as the sky
the time it takes to see it all
is the reason I ask why.
When December comes
When December comes,
We won’t see the sun.
Because the tides have brought the clouds in
And they’re chasing everyone.
When sleep-lifting while shop-walking,
Becomes a somnambulist autonomy
The High street lights are all mapped out
For consumerist astronomy.
When your eyes have lost that sparkle
Because the lids are giving in
The waves of thought crash seagulls
And you let sub-conscious win.
Lydia
Vivaciously Vivid
Yet overly timid,
She’s losing the will again.
Tenderly stepped
Inside she crept,
To a world of vision,
Premise and indecision.
And in these dreams
She sees her death…
Tears stain the cheeks
Through shuddering breath.
Alone in the moment
The sadness overcomes
All feeling of fear,
All feeling of harms.
Wishing she could die
In someone else’s arms…
Switch
Sirens grow closer...
Minutes become hours
Yet I become distant
Surrounded by flowers,
I'm intoxicated and exhillerated
By endless possibilities
That lay out of reach.
I hear whispers from the trees
Then I dissapear...
[switch]
You've become stuck.
You claw at the walls,
You cry for somebody,
You've gone missing
But you're missing something...
You've taken something to see
But it becomes a distraction
and why can't you just be
Happy?
[switch]
This heartbeat goes by
In the blink of my eye.
Awaiting the judgement
That rains down from the sky,
I feel Not;
A shower of forgiveness
Or a drop of redemption.
Holy precipitation
That burdens the soul,
It opens the heavens
And swallows me whole.
The Glass Figurine (oldest one)
She dances on the table
Like romances in a fable
With feet that never touch the floor
And beauty that you can’t ignore
Alive, but it’s becoming clear
That glass could shatter from a tear
I’ll try my best to hold her tight,
As night becomes day….
And day becomes night.
Right, that'll do!
Other than that; life has been quite fun...Boysetsfire were amazing on friday! No one came with so I got to have some fun by myself, with a great mosh to 'After the eulogy'. Bierkeller was great: me and Simone did Jousting on the dancefloor, along with some swordfighting and any other stupid dancing/theatre.
Saturday we saw Bandy's band with Jacks dad play at an anniversary party! They played an hour and a half and we were all impressed, as were those 15 year old girls haha. I was shocked that one of them was such a 'free spirit' as Jack put it! You kids and your music. Then we taxi'd it over to a club night in the crown, which was fucking great...Jack loved all the 90's metal and grunge etc and Wilz, Dom, Louis etc were there too.
Sunday I spent the day in Niks pub while Gaz talked for 8 hours, very impressive. Good couple games too.
Monday went round Louis's at 1am for some weed, beers Lindsay Lohan and Emily Browning...Fucking perverts.
Tuesday met people at Niks pub again, Nik once again supplied me with copius drinks (I am very grateful!) and we moved onto the 80's bar 'WHERE WHITE PEOPLE GO TO DANCE!' as Olly put it. It's funny there and Olly and JR were wasted and dancing to embarassing 80's music.
Must end this now, as technically it's the longest entry in history.
Pasting my poetry from the last five years til now here, as a lazy way of having them hosted somewhere. Have a look if you want, comment if you like! I'm gonna put them under a cut
I am aware that most of them feature some tragic female, but that is because they are more interesting than tragic males :P. Some of these I love, some I'm not so sure of, but here they are anyway...
Starting with the most recent:
Talking in colour
Talking in colour, but seeing black and white
Breathing in the city, lungs full of the night.
Treading carefully with half of your senses
Then running through fields of emotional fences.
Bed sheets of linen,
Filtered sunlight with penicillin.
Voicing your thoughts and projecting the words
Hearing them form until the singing of birds.
You said you'd rather talk for hours
Instead of placing more flowers
On the graves of the ones you love..
Or left behind.
Fall Moon
Reaching for solitude
Under the watchful gaze of the moon
The leaves turn to silver
In their nocturnal, Autumn bloom.
My thoughts feel like they're kept
In the bags under my eyes
And in the lunar glow, I accept
Why it's my time to analyse.
I get to taste the seasons
As the fall orbits my senses
I'm playing with the reasons
and jumping over fences.
When dancing over crators
Not a word escapes my lips,
The sun ushers the dawn in...
And I feel myself eclipse.
The Ice Queen
Today the lake has frozen,
Exhaling, the ice takes my breath.
And the crystals hurt my eyes,
As the skeleton trees dance in death.
The wind chills me to my soul...
As I edge across the surface
Wholey afraid, and expectant
Of the cracks that then appear
My heart, frozen with fear...
Breaks with the ice,
Then twice I scream the name...
Limbs slowed by icy pain.
The figure takes my hand.
Fingers so elegant and cold
Like they were sculpted
From some priceless, glacius gold.
Lifted out,
I feel the warmth behind icy eyes.
Which flows to my head,
Then I'm paralysed.
My eyes open, the sun is shining
And I'm awake...
But in my hand, lies a single snowflake.
Magic people
“What was it you once said?”
Silently, secretly
She slipped into her mind
And of the things she thought she'd find..
It wasn't the fading glow of last summer
Or the windswept wishes of winter.
Etched in charcoal, her memories smudged
Of auburn autumn, reds and greys
A distant haze caught her eyes.
A featureless face, formed with grace
She holds her fingers up to trace..
Soft, seductive and still.
The outline sharpens, the mist clears
She tries to speak, the word disappears.
Clinging to the image tight,
The word escapes into the night...
Floaty
I open up the book.
The air escapes my lungs
and as I try to catch my breath...
It slips between my fingers
and sends the hero to his death.
The words start to blur...
And letters spill out of my head,
Where they tell me the future
About the things that I've not read.
...something smells like smoke...
The jester tells a joke, but then he starts to choke
and the punch line f l o a t s a w a y . . .
...to be found again someday,
Here.
Blood of Rose Red
Wrapped in Red, with head held high,
She stood in the doorway
Contrasting against winter sky…
The silence deafened, as she walked in,
As all who look upon her, are bathed in sin.
The things they remembered,
Of the one they called Rose Red
Was the coat that she was wrapped in
Her ruby lips and words she said;
‘That I am lust and I am beauty,
Is not what I considered gifted.
When its power acts like a curse
Of which soon now must be lifted …’
Fleeing fast into the night,
Her skin like the snow…
Her eyes sparkled bright.
She leaped for the stars…
And crashed with a wave…
But a crimson coat was all they could save.
Now it lies beneath the feet of snow…
With Blood Red Roses on her grave.
Growth
Under the midnight sun
The mid-daydreamers
toil one by one.
Questions from their mouths
Planting answers in the ground
Hoping to one day dig them up
And find truth in what they've found.
Alone inside her room
The girl builds her own cocoon
curling up inside
She emerges from her past
With echoes of the pain
From growing up too fast.
Sea breeze
Lying in the sun
And talking with your eyes
On a day like today
There's much time to analyse.
A thought in a footstep
As the wind takes your breath
The rocks hold your secrets
And bring the waves to their death.
Alone by the ocean
As you take in the air
is your past put behind you,
And the future out there?
Angelity
Biting your nails, and
Impulse eating to
Fill that void, the
Alco-hole left fleeting.
Stab wounds from biro's, and
Clumps of your hair
All sewn together
In patches so square.
Social suffocation, and
Media manipulation
Culminating in bouts of starvation.
Secretly wishing, and
Silently fishing, for something
To end your nervous disposition.
Forced smiles, and force-fed
All sewn up...
With needle and thread.
Cancerous coast
Paper boats filled
with tears that dried
down the gutter
like the face of someone who cried.
Riding waves of cigarettes
and newspaper and coins
that the river of modern convenience joins.
Past the nuclear fish,
from the cancerous coast..
Where the boats get capsized,
by their chemical host.
The scenic route
as windswept as the sand
and as travelled as the sea
of all my precognition
that comes back to bother me.
As eroded as this shore
and of beauty undefined
my place inside the echo
Bounces off 1000 times.
As weighty as this earth
and as endless as the sky
the time it takes to see it all
is the reason I ask why.
When December comes
When December comes,
We won’t see the sun.
Because the tides have brought the clouds in
And they’re chasing everyone.
When sleep-lifting while shop-walking,
Becomes a somnambulist autonomy
The High street lights are all mapped out
For consumerist astronomy.
When your eyes have lost that sparkle
Because the lids are giving in
The waves of thought crash seagulls
And you let sub-conscious win.
Lydia
Vivaciously Vivid
Yet overly timid,
She’s losing the will again.
Tenderly stepped
Inside she crept,
To a world of vision,
Premise and indecision.
And in these dreams
She sees her death…
Tears stain the cheeks
Through shuddering breath.
Alone in the moment
The sadness overcomes
All feeling of fear,
All feeling of harms.
Wishing she could die
In someone else’s arms…
Switch
Sirens grow closer...
Minutes become hours
Yet I become distant
Surrounded by flowers,
I'm intoxicated and exhillerated
By endless possibilities
That lay out of reach.
I hear whispers from the trees
Then I dissapear...
[switch]
You've become stuck.
You claw at the walls,
You cry for somebody,
You've gone missing
But you're missing something...
You've taken something to see
But it becomes a distraction
and why can't you just be
Happy?
[switch]
This heartbeat goes by
In the blink of my eye.
Awaiting the judgement
That rains down from the sky,
I feel Not;
A shower of forgiveness
Or a drop of redemption.
Holy precipitation
That burdens the soul,
It opens the heavens
And swallows me whole.
The Glass Figurine (oldest one)
She dances on the table
Like romances in a fable
With feet that never touch the floor
And beauty that you can’t ignore
Alive, but it’s becoming clear
That glass could shatter from a tear
I’ll try my best to hold her tight,
As night becomes day….
And day becomes night.
Right, that'll do!
Other than that; life has been quite fun...Boysetsfire were amazing on friday! No one came with so I got to have some fun by myself, with a great mosh to 'After the eulogy'. Bierkeller was great: me and Simone did Jousting on the dancefloor, along with some swordfighting and any other stupid dancing/theatre.
Saturday we saw Bandy's band with Jacks dad play at an anniversary party! They played an hour and a half and we were all impressed, as were those 15 year old girls haha. I was shocked that one of them was such a 'free spirit' as Jack put it! You kids and your music. Then we taxi'd it over to a club night in the crown, which was fucking great...Jack loved all the 90's metal and grunge etc and Wilz, Dom, Louis etc were there too.
Sunday I spent the day in Niks pub while Gaz talked for 8 hours, very impressive. Good couple games too.
Monday went round Louis's at 1am for some weed, beers Lindsay Lohan and Emily Browning...Fucking perverts.
Tuesday met people at Niks pub again, Nik once again supplied me with copius drinks (I am very grateful!) and we moved onto the 80's bar 'WHERE WHITE PEOPLE GO TO DANCE!' as Olly put it. It's funny there and Olly and JR were wasted and dancing to embarassing 80's music.
Must end this now, as technically it's the longest entry in history.