I am getting a familiar feeling. It's a feeling that precedes another, like how sometimes you can hear thunder before you feel rain, or how when you hear the first notes of a certain song, you know if you keep listening you will be transported back in time to a sucky memory. I've been trying to suppress it, and suppression ...

So this Easter break, while allowing me to catch up on much needed sleep, has also shown me how easy it is for me to feel bored.Usually when I am this bored, I work on a hobby... I have piles of arty papers, and coloured board, for when my hobby was making cards. I have wire, different colours, for when ...

Let me write of strength,of which I wish I knew.I no longer have the strengthto decipher you.You have the strength to win,but not the strength to choose.If defeat is where I’ve been,then, I choose to lose.Let me write of strength,of which slowly slips away.It takes all the strength I haveto keep my demons at bay.You told me I was strong,but ...

I remember - hot sun blazing down on me, scornfully looking at the rest of the kids in the neighbourhood. The road is blistering hot, and we are all barefoot. The first one who runs to their flip flops, loses. I knew the soles of my feet will be bright pink and sore, but I never wanted to be the ...

This is my fight, my battle.These are my swords, my armour.This is my war.You had your chance,Deserter.Now, I fight alone.These demons, these ghouls,these ghosts, these monsters,I love themand only I can hurt them.This is my battle, this is my fight.This is my kill.You had your chance,Nightmare,and I did not die.Look at my blood, my wounds,my trophies, my burdens.Remember themwhen you ...

FateI thought she was on my side,That this was where I should be.The threads of my life made this path,My feet followed, soundlessly.Then she started weaving these twists,And there were so many turns to take.She knotted, stretched and cut up,Till I became her cast-off, her mistake.I don't know what angered her so much.She once gave me joy, now there's pain.I ...

Let me build this wall,One brick at a time.Around and over it shall go.This brick is anger,This one is hurt,These few are pain,And these are The promises you never kept.Stop blowing it down!I can't do this anymore!Every brick I lay down,You push away.This one with your smile,This with your jokes.These few with the hopeThat grows when you say hello.It's collapsing ...

So I know this blog was supposed to be a place I can post my poetry up, and I will do. But I just ran across this and I thought it was kinda cool, brought back some memories of home. It was written when I was 19, and kinda inspired by that white homeless guy who always used to hang ...

Seriously, how do people go through their days? There are so many decisions to be made! What to wear? What to eat? What to do? What to do first?? What to do next??!I HATE being indecisive. I keep thinking that decisions should eventually get easier to make the more I have to make them. There should be some kinda points ...

i see all these traits in me, that people say are faults, and they tell me i should change.i am too forgiving.i am too gullible.i am too naive.i expect too much.i give too much.i fall in love too easily.i guess i am too naive. i really do want to believe the best in people, i want to trust them, and ...

I smile, as they try to pinpoint my identityand fit me in with their formalities.Dissecting me into little bits,and coming up with incredulity.Simplicity is beyond their world,it exists in another life.Its almost heartbreaking,when I break away from their norms.I smile, as they devise various reforms.Their constant battle with identity,a blatant confusion of dignity.It’s just a clash in reality,not worth two ...

its a dark nightbut the stars are outand every one of themis a friendtonightmy feet sink into the sandas the waves flow around mei want to dive in and swim to the edge of the worldat this momenti know i can do it.its dark tonightbut who cares?i am more than this darknessi am more than me tonighti can touch the ...

once, i sang along to this song, with every emotion as raw as the singer. i was him, experiencing his pain, experiencing his distress. i was him, watching as his lover slipped away, into the arms of someone else. and i still kept singing. fast forward years later, and this same song plays, while i dance with the same guy ...

"Calm down" , he says,like he knowsthe thoughts in my head.But how could he?They are mine alone.Not his,not anymore.And I think these things. These awful things,they never go away, they always stayevery single day. Every. Single. Day.And over and over and overand around and around and around,I think and rethink,I want to stop, I need to stop,How can I stop?Calm ...

once every scar had a namea time, a place, a memoryi count how many were minethey all are.but some are yours toothis one especiallyshines just for youits large, and terrifyingly beautifuland its right were you used to belong.scars are interesting things. they are a part of the healing process. whats left of a wound when your body decides that you ...

apathy is.i have always loved that quote. although lets be honest - i feel apathetic towards you, doesn't have the same ring to it as - i fucking hate you, you ass licking cunt faced mother fucker. and i really need to find an occasion to use that on someone... love, hate and apathy. i've written plenty about love. i've ...

ever since i can remember, i have had issues with reality. i prefer the life i live in my head. i'm taller, and i have better skin.the below two poems were written when i was 15 and 16. i had a bit of a chuckle, its nice to know i was over dramatic, even at that age - i feel ...

everything is bigbig words in a big bookbig hair for a big lookwhen did enormous become the new black?there are so many coloursred clouds in a blue seapink sun, setting indefinitelyif its too pale, its not neededits unwanted, take it back.its all loud, you know?shouts in a beautiful songlets all just scream alongand if you can’t yellthen you’ll disappear. everything ...

the name of this blog should really be - to all the men i've loved before. i need to find other topics to write melodramatic poetry about.2 am is always a creative time, there is no point trying to be creative at 12 noon.talking to some friends make me want to be a better writer, they inspire and humble me. ...

so the third thing did wind up happening, or maybe my superstitious mind made it seem that way. it wasn't really terrible, in the grand scheme of things. it was my own carelessness, and its really that it could have been prevented which stings as much as the thing itself.what was it? well i lost my favourite bracelet, and yes, ...