POETRY

If you follow my Instagram you may be aware of my growing admiration for poetry. I've recently decided to start sharing my notes on social media, however most are simply detached observations since I'm avoiding posting poems that are overly personal. The reason for this is that the majority of what I write involves a multitude of emotions, sometimes dark, sometimes sickeningly happy. Another reason for keeping many poems hushed is that some paint pictures of people, and more significantly, imply my feelings toward those people. With that in mind, I've eventually plucked up the courage to share with you a handful of those observations - some of myself, some of others, some simply of the society we've become. Even taking the time to read one will mean a huge amount. It may not seem much to you, or even make sense, but to me this is sharing a large part of my life. As time goes on I may begin to share more personal collections, yet for now, I hope you can settle for the following.

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Trying to pair people

With symphonies.

So that when 

I hear your song

I will think of you

And forget life

Beyond the whispers

Of my headphones

Mum, (written for my mum on mother's day)

You often forget 

That poems do not 

Have to rhyme 

They do not

Have to be perfect

With just the right amount

Of syllables

Or contain

The same

Number

Of lines

In each

Stanza

They have many readings

many feelings

Broken structures,

And painted metaphors

That protect true opinions

That conceal 

What's brewing underneath.

But this does not

Make it any less of a 

Poem.

It simply makes it

A more interesting one

'I'm Sorry'

Thank you

For that text. 

The one that struck me

Cold and warm

And red

And made me feel

Life, frivolity.

I am content

Being sad,

Because finally

I am reunited 

With this emotion. 

Thank you, Colour Wheel

For smearing me

With you

White Flag

Numbness

Is worse

Than pain

Pain is a colour wheel

The other,

Is white, nothingness

Deaf

Soundless screams

Pain is emotion,

White is surrender.

Careless, and therefor by far

The most dangerous

'Seeing = Believing'???

What if love is a star

Charming, from a distance 

Fixed,motionless,hypnotism

Hanging in static admiration.

Held fidgeting, between finger and thumb 

What if love has been false

For the entirety of our existence 

Burned out,exploded,gone

Alive in tainted beliefs

Of what we think we see

A ghost among the gullible

Latch

Tonight: nothing.

You are gone

And I am drowned

Lonely, and stuck

With this feeling

That the window has closed

And the latch is glued shut