Bathed in flowers

Boys

Walking streets

Bathed

In flowers

In bloom

Falling

As rainfall

So fragrant

So beautiful

Enchanted

- - - - -

Puddles

Not water

Still wet

A downpour

Shining

Like jewels

Encrusted

In pavements

As riches

Untold

- - - - -

In footsteps

And shadows

A canvas

Of walls

Painting

The Silence

Echoes of

A heartbeat

Through

Doors

- - - - -

A moon

The light

A saviour

So menacing

Forgiving

The lost

And lonely

Reminiscent

Of fortunes

Foretold

- - - - -

Teardrops

Collapsing

Breakwaters

Not sadness

Breathing

From memory

Speaking

No words

Innocence

So pure

- - - - -

The sky

Tonight

Awash

With colour

Darkness

On fire

Girls

Dressed up

Holding

Hands

Well, it's Valentines Day and although I'm not normally swayed by such sentiment, I just couldn't resist. I was at work this morning and the verse was just running around in my head and would not let go. So I sat down at the computer and despite the interruption, I normally can not write if interrupted, out it flowed, so easily.
It's a love poem for Valentines Day - pure and simple, without hidden agenda. Now I don't normally write happy poetry or poems about the glory of love and nothing has happened in my life personally to make me write it. I just kind of got caught up in the moment, I could feel the energy of love in the air, I really could - it was kind of intoxicating. I could not help myself.
I thinks it's good, it's not overly sentimental nor overly implied; it just floats down out of the ether. I like it's subtlety towards the subject matter.

JK has a one-off exclusive printed copy of the working original with a handwritten note - he always calls my poetry so true. He reckons it will be worth some money when I'm famous and/or commit suicide. Thanks for your kind words JK!
Happy Valentines Day xxx.

Welcome

Hello there blogger friends old and new, welcome to my new blog dedicated solely to my poetry. I have been posted my poetry on my sister blog "And I Know I Will Not Last" all the posts below can be still be found on there too. But I have started to write poetry quite frequently of late and so took the decision to set up another blog for it, to save you and I trawling through all the non-related poetry randomness I normally post there.
So welcome to my new home of poetry - I hope you like what I do? If so please feel free to leave a comment, it would be much appreciated. All the posts made after this will be new poetry written and posted solely on this blog so check back often, follow or subscribe via RSS.
Love to you xxx.

I nowhere

Originally written and posted on Friday 13 February 2009.

Tongue tied
Twisted
Built up
To fall
To pieces
Again
Heartfelt
Mouth sewn
Numb
With feeling
- - - - -
Truths
Lamented
Too much
To bear
To speak
Words
Transparent
As fog
Lingers
For dreamers
- - - - -
Lost
In sunsets
Eyes bleed
Beautifully
A paradox
Mutating
Circus lights
Painted
The clown
Tear stained
- - - - -
Moments
Take hours
Hours
Make dust
Forlorn
Forgotten
Unfulfilled
A promise
So fast
So untrue
- - - - -
In memory
Uncharted
A wilderness
Flowering
Unnoticed
Leaves fall
Gracelessly
Hopelessly
Smiling
Laughing
- - - - -
A name
Unanswered
A face
Still ringing
A crying
To no-one
So sad
Crossed out
Calling
To you
- - - - -
Running
In moonlight
Chasing
Down starlight
Crumbling
To dust
I know
My destination
I Know
Nowhere

Oh my......And this I do mean - this is the closest I have ever come in recent memory to just telling the truth straight out. The poem is called "I nowhere."

Poetry

Originally written and posted on Monday 02 February 2009.

It's not often I revisit old posts but I'm going to do it again tonight; I'm going to explain some of my poetry and rid some of the misunderstandings.
I have just re-read my last poem, written and published last night, "But you"; and at the time of writing I didn't feel it was that good. When I normally finish a poem I often feel elated by it and often hail it as the best this or that; last night nothing but a cryptic message. However, upon reading it again tonight the poem has begun to reveal itself to it's true potential. I wanted to tell a story, a true story and a personal one; so I hid it within a kind of abstract framework. I thought I had hidden it too well at the time of writing and it did not make that much sense; I was wrong. Now I can see it makes perfect sense and I do not think that the message I wanted to convey is hidden at all; it is perfectly obvious if the poem is read correctly. That said, you do not know the story but I hope it makes a connection somewhere and means something to anyone who reads it. Maybe if you do know me well then perhaps you do understand the meaning in it to me, who knows?
The form of poetry I write on here is not just random words strung together. Each piece tells a story and the words I use, however random they may appear, are placed within the frame deliberately to tell it. It can be a painstaking process but even the longest of my pieces take under one hour to complete; and I usually take the longest time deliberating over the use of one or two words. I also like how this from of poetry leaves a huge breadth and depth of scope for readers to form their own opinions, they are deliberately written but not deliberately directed.
I always used to write poetry with my heart and soul, which usually produced introvert pieces; whereas nowadays I just tap into a nerve and kind of take a step back from the subject matter; leaving my personal objectives open to subjection. I have found it much easier to write this way and it is a much easier process upon myself, I can write a definitive personal piece without giving the game away completely.
One other thing, I kind of lied in the summary to another poem, "The boy with broken eyes". There are actually three people who are the inspiration behind it. And as I'm in a feel good mood I'll let the main inspiration be known, man I'm throwing away secrets for fun of late! He works in Burger King, and I am attracted to him simply because he just looks so out of place, so kind of lost. I'm sure he probably leads a very happy life but it is an impression I cannot shake each time I see him. For some reason which I honestly cannot identify I just want to take hold of him and tell him everything will be okay. He is mostly, 'The boy with broken eyes", it's amazing as it is bizarre where I find the inspiration and how I view the world.

But you

Originally written and posted on Sunday 01 February 2009.

I am the wolf
Fancy dress
Pathetic
Born
Needful
Needless
Of everything
But you
Whoever
It may be
-----
Words
Splintered
Incoherent
Suffocated
Inexplicable
Gold plated
A given
Partaken
The riches
Unbearable
-----
Nature head
Lamppost
Concrete bound
Branches
Corroded
Bathed
In light
In rust
Looking down
Hard falls
-----
Cars pass
Choking
People die
A turmoil
Footsteps
Fade away
Windswept
To dust
Scared
Unreasonable
-----
A window
The mirror
Reflected
In horror
Your pain
Hands weep
In laughter
Bleeding
Injected
Digested
-----
A signal
So perfect
Dumbstruck
In drinking
Belief
Rewarded
Images
Negative
Polarity
Untrue
-----
New age
New beginning
New outlook
New nothing
But nothing
Nothing new
You knew
Not me
But you
Always

Oh my... why I have written this so abstractly? Well, it tells a story of sorts but I'm not sure how much of it is true. I guess I have learned recently that people in my life have begun to get to know me very well and I'm speaking a great deal of truth to them. This is just my reaction to it, for reasons unclear; because, for the most part, I enjoy sharing my life. I always try and maintain some kind of mystery to my life, that's probably why.
Anyway the poem is called "But you."

The boy with broken eyes

Originally written and posted on Tuesday 27 January 2009.

I'm in love
With the boy
With broken eyes
Shattered dreams
I see pain
Forgotten promises
I feel soul
Reflections sad
Regardless
Allow me in
Make it better again
-----
Stop the tears
Dry your cheek
Wipe the makeup
It is not needed
You are beautiful
A dove
White as a ghost
So high
So natural
So effortless
Unknown
-----
Blindness
Unforgiving
I will always
Forgive you
In sunlight
I see you
In moonlight
I miss you
The darkness
Romances
Entrances
-----
I will fail
The mystery
Falling
Upstairs
To save you
From yourself
If it hurts
Bones will heal
Hearts will not
Memory slides
Time plays dead
-----
A touch so soft
Graceful
Like woman
Fragile skin
Beauty within
Cut flowers
In bloom
Without water
To grace
One kiss
Unrepentant
-----
Silhouettes
Strung out
In shadows
Cast down
Enshrouded
Poisoned
Again
The boy
With broken eyes
I was once loved
By a man

This poem may grow but time is chasing me down tonight, so I'm going to post it as is. I think it's great already, it may not need any further additions, but time will tell. The opening lines have been working through my mind all day today and I just could not let them disappear without working on them in the short time I have tonight.
I would like to tell you what it's all about but I don't really know. So I will leave it up to you to decide; however someone is the inspiration behind it. The poems called "The boy with broken eyes".

Shadows electrified

Originally written and posted on Sunday 18 January 2009.

The nighttime
A darkness
Fractured
Of light
A Moon
Starlit
Thinking
Star struck
Muted
Too far
Already gone
----------
Breathe
A notion
So warm
Familiar
A Trembling
Of losing
Forgetful
One Number
So fragile
Secrets
Forgiven
-----------
A heartbeat
The time-slip
Abandonment
In prayer
Palms pressed
Tenderly
Graceful
Storm clouds
In motion
Shadows
Electrified

I'm not overly happy with this one but it's the best I can get it for now. I have been thinking too much on it and trying to force the words out rather than let it flow naturally. I think the real problem is this is the second time I have written about this subject within a week, but I could not help myself, it was so good again :-)
So regardless of whether the poem is any good or not I just wanted to capture the moment, which I've managed to do. I'll call this one "Shadows Electrified". This is for you xx.

The healing

Originally written and posted on Saturday 17 January 2009.

Mouth moving
To hear them
Words falling
They hurt me
Your soul
Sold
That look
Glazed
Those eyes
Indifferent
Turn around
Look away
Nowhere
I'm scared
Of you
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A wish
The blindness
In sunshine
Raised upwards
Blue skies
Sugar Crystals
Of heaven
In the distance
I see you
A figure
Unspoken
The smiling
The healing
The stories
Untold

Well, I'm on some kind of form tonight; here we have another 10 minute poem. I love these short, simple turns of phrase; I think sometimes they can say so much more and also leave scope for interpretation. What's it about?
Life has been treating me indifferently these last few days, you can probably tell from some of my postings. Sometimes I let the bad stuff get all the ink and that would not be a fair representation of my mind. Stuff has got me down true but there has been plenty more to make me smile. I think today I sorted my mind out, found the crux of the matter, the source of the pain and stayed away from it; I've addressed it on here too.
The poem is called "The healing" because that's what I've been doing.

Impure

Originally written and posted on Saturday 17 January 2009.

Do not seek the eyes of strangers
Zero reflection, absolution
My soul weak
My mind tired
My body not
It is worth more
No truth to be found here
There is no love
No understanding
No caring
No joy
Nothing
But escapism
Impure
Unkind

Another poem I did not mean to write to begin with. I enjoy writing in this minimal style at the moment; and I like the end results. What's it about? Well, I learned something real good last night whilst in a kind of downward spiral. During such times I sometimes search for escapism from my blues by doing the above. Such behavior is not kind to me, does not resolve any of my issues and is quite shameful. Last night I stopped myself from doing it, I learned.
What that says about the process and about me when I am happy and carefree is....? I don't know. Maybe then it is just about having some fun, for the right reasons?
Anyway the poem, as the post suggests, is entitled, "Impure". Perhaps, the answers I seek to my own questions have already been written by my own hand?

Somewhere

Originally written and posted on Thursday 15 January 2009.

This will not make any sense to anyone but someone, it is just a note to whoever; and I just needed to post it, so it is recorded somewhere.

Saturday afternoon I just lost myself so.
I lost all sense of time, of place, of myself.
Of everything that I ever knew.
I was somewhere else - I do not know where.
I was someone else - I do not know who.
It did not matter and nothing mattered to me at all.
Never before have I felt like I have known so little in my life.
Yet it was the nearest I have been to anything ever before.
I did not want to see and I did not want to speak.
I forgot how to walk and I could barely crawl.
There was nothing in the world that made sense.
Because there was nothing to make sense of.
Life was an obscurity, breathing was not required.
Just for those moments, I was lost, totally, completely.

Thank you.
xxx

I've just read through this before posting it and I think it's a poem, not in a style I normally write in, but still. I did not mean to write one, it was not my intention, but I think it's really good. It's just human emotion, pure and simple; perhaps that's why it is what it is. Six years since I have last written poetry, oh my.
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I have renamed the post 'Somewhere" - that's the title for the poem, I have decided it is now a poem. I think it is perhaps the most beautiful and organic piece I have ever written. I never, ever write organically, if you know what I mean? All my poetry is normally written very deliberately, to tell a story or to get a point across. Could anyone who reads this please leave a comment; or if you know me personally let me know what you think of it please. Your honest feedback on this would really be appreciated.