Poetry Blogs (Adolescence)
I feel the pricks of sand beneath my tender hands,
As though I were sat atop a shattered glass beach,
With my head cocked towards the blissful Sky.
I don't understand how this could be;
As I do not feel,
the pain of others within the crevices of my fingers.
For I was born to rain upon this world,
In magnificent showers.
But where I am now
-- between the se...
Monday 5th June 2017 6:04 pm
Now the lights are coming on
pink and orange, white and blue
from this distance they seem to melt into an aura
a haze hung above this haunted city
A clock tower looms over the rails
passing through this place I've never stopped here
I know nothing about how it moves or swells or stalls
but the lights all blanket it so heavenly
I think to myself, I'd like to return someday
Always, I fi...
Sunday 26th March 2017 2:34 am
The music begins again.
You wallflowers who came
with the dance in mind
and empty hands to hold—
skulking along the fringe,
afraid to join in,
but more afraid to leave.
You wither at her gaze,
hoping, not hoping
she is looking at you;
Would it mean more?
A joke, a fluke, a trick,
or perhaps a friend—
If you don’t see
will she leave?
shaking and jiv...
Sunday 15th January 2017 2:52 pm
Tuesday 5th July 2016 11:28 pm
You can't get tits on a kindle,
so put that Amazon one down.
Your materialistic bullshit
truly does make me frown.
I got by on handmedown clothes,
chick sticks and Aldi own brand.
You really look silly with that massive phone kid,
it's bigger than your hand.
To me COD was a special chippy tea
on a Wednesday night, granddad got it for me.
Sunday 8th July 2012 11:15 pm
The enchanting clear light
Of the immortal moon
Captivates my soul and brings me
To my knees.
Arms outstretched to cleanse myself
In its silver shine
I am flooded with serenity.
But through a shrouded windy night
In this pit of sunken shadow
My being is in turmoil!
Cringing – exultant -
Cowering – triumphant -
Under the pou...
Thursday 26th May 2011 10:41 am