Take Note Of

Here are 18 pieces of advise/information that I have managed to take note of. 1 piece for every year I've been alive, they're not in any particular order. 

Hugs are good


Do some of the things you shouldn't
rather than the ones you should


There's nothing quite like sunshine
when all you've seen is grey


Sometimes we can't be comforted
that everything will turn out OK


Bitching happens
there isn't much you can do


Brushing your foot on an escalator
doesn't clean your shoe


 A new book has so much potential 
for a whole new world to be let loose 


When hungover
there's nothing quite like some orange juice


Google is a marvellous invention


There are people who do things
just for the thrill of attention


Chocolate is fantastic 


The best kind of celebrities 
are ones that have more flesh than plastic 


Sitting inside watching the rain
like liquid mercury down the window pane


Song lyrics that describe how you're feeling
can leave a head and heart reeling 


Jogging is silly


Flowers are fragily beautiful
especially the lily 


The ringing in ears after a live band
makes life seem quite grand


Try to make the most of things
to wait and see what life brings. 

Key Chain

So I went on oneword.com to come up with something to write about =] if you're unfamiliar with the website and like writing, I would suggest it. It's really good at getting the mind thinking. 

Keeps something there 
it can be lost
or forgotten
or broken.


On it's own
it achieves little
but paired with
its partner
the key
it opens
a whole other world. 

Tree of Life

Pass me a spade
then let me dig deep
in to the ground
to try and find roots
of meaning.


Trying to brush off
the shallow dirt
of status and fashion
let me dig deeper
to try and find the heart
the brain
what allows the tree to stand
rather than collapse
on a bad day. 

Just Lust

A stranger kissed me
touched me there
danced with me
and stroked my hair


We moved side to side
swaying to the beat
fingers interlacing 
in a way, it was sweet


Not making love
not a connection
just diving in to
physical attention. 

Content (Simple Pleasures)

Comfort based
On
Nothing, yet
There but
Everything about that
Nothing
That makes it perfect. 

Birthday

It's my birthday
today
hurray.


It rhymes, it has more than one line, it counts as a poem :P that's all I've got time for today. Oh and guess my age from the picture. 

New Chapter

Gaining a year,
every year
will become 
tiresome 
scary
a stone plummeting 
through the system
making you
feel heavy


but


for now
it means a change
for the better,
making life speed
not drag
not so much the closing
of a book
but the beginning
of a new chapter. 

Alphabet Stanzas

Anna became curious
despite everything,
for girls have inquisitivity.


June, 
Kevin loved Mary
not obviously perhaps. 


Questioning reality,
starting the ultimate vengeance  
where x rated youth zombify. 


Not sure if they make sense but put them together, read them separately or together. Take your own meaning from them :) 

Waves

Wave after wave

pushing against my mind

when I'm trying to find 

an answer

in an endless ocean

Dive the bottom

to try find treasure,

something to hold on to

Not drowning 

instead it's up then down

fighting the waves

trying to keep a clear head. 

Intimacy

Right I've been to an open day in kingston and then an 18th. Pretty much just got back, not too drunk since I only had a vodka and lemonade. But I am knackered, so yes this will be shit. Deal with it -.-


Talking
is sometimes more than
the words


It's the smiles in between
the space
betweeen arms
pupil to pupil contact
the feeling of wanting more words
and comfortable silence
rather than stopping.

Just passing through

I am on my phone. No wi fi, in travel lodge. So there will be no picture today.

the rollings of the wheels
scenes morphing from
grey to green
and back again
we're just passing through

the chatter of strangers
a glimpse into their lives
like the quick passing
through the british country side
we're just passing through

Hand

So . . . I don't know what to write about. At all o.o

-15 minutes after writing that ^ - still nothing

Tell me about love

the good, bad, pain, joy and peace

Or just hold my hand. 

The Crow Takes Flight

So I've been feeling down, as you can probably tell by the varying degree of emo like poetry on here, for quite a while. Today I feel happy, which is lovely. There are reasons for this:

• I got an offer from my first choice university - ABB - Sheffield - if you're interested :) 
• It's my birthday next week :)
• Work load isn't too stressy. It's dare I say it, manageable o.o
• Friendship drama is cooling down

This is why I thought I would do a second part to yesterday's poem. Yes, yes I am a hormonal teenager blah blah blah, my mood changes. But at least this mood change (I don't know how temporary it is) is for the better. 

The crow takes flight
leaving you behind
you feel light
not quite weightless
but still able to float


Your head is able to move back
not in to that biting beak
but in to space
thoughts and nerves have room
to breathe


A far off  caw in the distance
easy to ignore for today
just for once
things seem to be,
OK. 

The Pessimistic Crow

So I think this is the 50th post? Bloody hell it's only February.

It digs itself in to your back
claws firmly splayed apart
digging in deeper
when you try to stand up straight.


It squawks if your thoughts wander
reminding you
that it's always there 
always 


It spreads it wings
casting you in shadow 
while solemnly turning its head
making sure there is nothing
nothing. 

Anger

A tension 
in the chest.
Frustration.
Gritted teeth
fists clench
unclench.
Breathe
through the nose
and out.
Try and
ignore the pounding
fist
that was just
a heart.

Trickles of Relief

come easily
when with company
light footsteps
running across 
your veins
making you feel giddy


but


When you're alone
those light steps
become heavy thuds
across your heart 
panic begins
vision is tinted grey


Company is found again 
the grey dims
ready to pounce when
the heavy thuds come again. 

Lazy Days

Sitting on a cloud
in the middle of a lazy day
work toils underneath
I'll float here for a while
until the weather changes
and the work storm
crashes down.

Passion

Passion for art

can consume

life

so says the Seagull

and the Black Swan.

If one person

can feel so much

for creativity

is there anything left

for other people?

Or are passion

and love 

different?

Like the difference

between love

and lust.

Why don't we all

just get

fucking consumed

by passion,

love,

lust

in life.

Just a Glass

I'll pour my sorrows in the pool
and drink up joy with my friends
I'll try to balance in between
not becoming stuck
between the glass being
half empty or full
for all my efforts
it can be
just a glass.

Looking Down

Cigarettes in the no-man's land 
between grass
and cement
clinging desperately
to the green
not wanting to be stuck
in the grey dreary sea
like a child clutching
to their mothers clothes
when afraid.


Let me stay in the green
where it's alive
don't leave me
drowning in the grey. 

Stop

Everything stop
please.
Let me pick up the pieces
look at the picture
on the box
and figure out what to do
and how
to fit things together.


Swirling
whirling
tumbling
everything blurring.
Everything stop.


Please. 

Laughing

Lets
All
Uninhibitedly
Grab at
Happiness and
In doing so
Never
Grow old.

Ssshh

I'm lucky that I haven't suffered this yet but I am friends with people it has happened to. Everyone seems to accept talking behind people's backs as if it's OK. Personally I don't like the feeling of people talking about me behind my back so I try not to do it to other people. In my opinion people need to be more open.  

Behind your back
whispers begin
rattlesnake like
hiss
venomous words
stick to skin.


A hive of bees
buzzing
angry
building pressure
until something
gives
gets out.


The hiss
is now a shout
out of the shadow
in to the light
no where to hide.
The pack begins
to bite.
Prepare yourself
you're in for a fight.

Paving the Way to Craving

I was at a party yesterday/this morning. An hours worth of sleep + alcohol = not good writing material. To put it politely, I feel rather sluggish >.< 

They say it's a sin
gluttony 
but it's almost 
too easy 
to give in.


Eat what you want
hunger not the
main question
boredom gets the most 
attention. 


Craving, 
paving
the way for the food
to enter your mouth.
Regret bites
at the pleasure 
of the taste rolling
along the tongue
but not hard enough
to stop it from happening
again
and again. 

Haunting Echo

It blows through the trees
leaves hit against
one another
like an old man
clearing his throat


It travels down chimneys
echoing a dark tunnel
filling the lounge
with a haunting
whistle.


It's invisible fingers
run through the streets
pulling down paper
tugging at hair.
Following you
everywhere. 

Certainty Isn't Easy

I like

you,
I think
I'm not
quite
sure. 


I don't
know if
its real
or something 
different
than before. 

Green, Blue, Red

Comfort woven
through red, green
and blue threads.
Winding over
one another.

Memories overlap
in similar fashion.
Simplicity
at its best.

1 Month Down

Bloody hell, I managed to do this for a month. It's much more difficult than I thought it would be in all honesty. I'm not sure if I've achieved what I wanted yet . . . the feeling of being creative to the point of inspiring others. Actually, I don't think I'll ever reach that point.  Part of me feels that I shouldn't continue with this, I don't think it's going anywhere. But another part is insisting I stick it out. For now I'll agree with that part. 


I don't wish to use the phrase 'bad day' but mine has not been a good one. So apologies in advance for the next poem, it will sound whiney. In fact, you don't have to read it. To be honest, at this moment in time, I don't even want to write it >.<

The Road of Worry 


Crossing a road 
being run over 
Entering a dark room
being shot
or taken.
Dying
Not being missed
Why would anyone miss me?
Always second best
never put above the rest
shoved aside 
Am I even liked?
Alone.
Always alone.