Thursday, 30 April 2015

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.


(Untitled)

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



1 comment:

  1. Googling feelings about my complacent, over weight mother in law to be. Stumbled on your blog and wanted to say I enjoyed your poetry and posts. You think along the same way as me. I agree with you so much I feel like you su up sp much I wanna and do say. Cheers, I wish I still found time to write. Hope you continue and even tho I may not find my way back to yours. I wanted you to know someone somewhere read it, and if I don't delete my reply.. here's hopin it found you and made you smile. I dunno what compelled me to type this but reading it's inspired me to type even tho it sucks via my shitty touchscreen phone.

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