Thin Reality

Went and sat in a restaurant for a while, as you do. My parents were in war horse, and i was just waiting for them to come out. Wrote a few poems. This station In Richmond (yorkshire, not london) has been converted into a two screen cinema/shopping/restaurant/gallery...

Just Found this in a cookery book (?) its from years ago, and is more than slightly alarming. From the days that i seemed to only write about depressing things, fun... Here you go, its pretty face value. The Sleepers In the sleeping face the memories...

Asked my boyfriend, for a theme to write a poem to, as you do, and he came up with Wellies. He's a weird one. Colourful or plain, little or large, the wellies with cleanliness reached their fame, and are known for their defeat of any countrysides barrage,...

One of my teachers said something, and made me think about the 'reasons' behind death. = There was no good reason for their death. but if death was justified by the goodness of a reason, would you spend your life, health and wealth, looking for a reason...

Well... My resolution didn't last long. Here are a few from this week. Had some exams though, so i didnt really have much time for poem writing. The first one was the end of a really long poem, about a bird and his life after his 'love' had died. little...

Human's will. A light shines, so everyone can see it. It lasts the years through, and never ends for the world. But one day he'll rest. The light will leave. And the blue, green chest's last breath will heave. Dark will fall but left alone, people will...

If anyone is actually following this, sorry about the sudden overload of posts! One of my new year resolutions was to actually use this blog properly! I think i'm going to update most days with my best poems from that day.. Some days there may be millions,...

Dreams steal away my eyes, cloud them with colour filled dyes, and high, yet always reachable skies. From my lips my misty breath flies, along with any sensical thoughts, reality dies. Clouded, yet clear, new, yet ancient, clammering cries, as dreams...

The thing is, i know nothing. I understand nothing. The world to me is colourless half the time. But when I write, words flow, the world begins to flow, and i find myself seeing everything in rhyme. I can't write all my life, i can't live in just words,...

I wrote this one quite late at night, and have only a vague idea of what i'm on about.. Please comment if you have an idea about it though! I want to describe something which is indescribable. I want to feel something i don't even understand. I wish for...