Bare

Haven’t wrote for ages, been sooo busy getting ready for university, which is a week away. As well as writing a article, my first article for a monthly magazine. Been a eventful summer, the best one so far, which is a total contradiction to the poem I have written. I am trying to write poems…

Now the glitter is gone

Now the glitter is gone no more sparkle to light the way we are all in separate rooms memories long fading away becoming nostalgic  of what used to be  anger of the past denying what we use to mean to each other. Wondering how we used to like to like each other. Annoyed at realising…

Stranger

Finished my first proper journal a month back, which focuses only on my creative side of my life. Its full of poems, photographs I have taken, artists I like, research for book ideas and quotes. It has helped me significantly in developing my ‘skills’ and because of a £1 notebook I can capture my imagination…

The Trees are Green

A simple poem that hopefully doesn’t need too much explaining and hasn’t got a very deep meaning.- we all need breaks from those poems 🙂 The trees are green  the sky is blue  and there is nothing  I can  do about it. Birds fly  fish swim  and still there is nothing  I can do about…

Poem

Getting annoyed that i haven’t written a poem for a week or so, so the solution = write a poem about my annoyance.    must write a poem Haven’t for days. Too preoccupied with work, a levels and boys. One boy in fact hours of talking too happy to write my melancholy, skeptic free verse….

Dance For Me

Dance for me bitch. Did I tell you to stop? Continue You can stop when your dead. Go on  Show me everything  you have. Strip your skin peel it all away Muscle and Tendons  showing. Heart seen unprotected  by that thin layer. Pounding  cracking bones  snap,snap a choir of destruction just for me !  …

Contemplating

Contemplating  whether I should leave the safety.   Run away into the wild, the unknown, known more so then what I thought I knew what I thought I wanted.   Things change, leaves fall bodies rot. But next year they’ll be new fresh leaves replacing the carcasses on the well trodden floor.   A new…

She Held On Tightly

Influenced by this photograph I took of my father and mother, I wanted to show ( in my image) the swapping of roles, as the women has more power, however as you can see this failed, it shows love and pride. She held on tightly as he looked ahead stern. But his body relaxed as…