Authors note :I wasn't sure whether i should leave in the final paragraph. so try reading it without, and then with, and see which you think is better- drop me a comment bellow. enjoy!
molding clay
it is thrown down.
light brown,an un-touched mass.
then pinched,
then prodded,
then cut,
then molded.
formed a shape
through whispers it grew,
eyes to see,
hands to do.
through images, and space to breathe
it moved alone,for others to see
and then again
creator came
and poked and prodded anew.
it ripped and tore
not trying to hurt,yet stil breaking into.
the winds they blew,
the seas they roared,
the mass held its own.
but through the mold,and shaping done,
all it wanted was its thoughts left alone.
A shape to choose,a path to weave.
footprints in the sand to leave.
a life to live,
some love to give,
become puppet without string.
as always,
as planned.
the mass yelled to creator,
yelled in confused agony.
to know just what to do.
"don't try to control me
don't tell me what to do.
'cos the more you keep on trying,
the more i'm hating you."
alone the mass struck out
defying those openly seeking to control,
but could never quite remember
What inspired it for this role.
the subtle softer winds,
shaped stronger than the gales.
but those harsh forces of nature,
made a resolve to never fail.
the morning breeze that passes
each changing shaping day
created me a person
that once was molding clay
Esme
Aug 28th 2011
References
this poem draws inspiration from the poem "foot prints in the sand" by Mary Stevenson, 1936,Margaret Fishback Powers, 1964 and Carolyn Carty, 1963
and panic at the discos song " memories" line
eddited for spelling and structure june 30th 2013
Tuesday, 30 August 2011
Sunday, 28 August 2011
aphrodities temple
the world is falling and crumbling arround me
my once pillar i drew too close then threw away
nolonger holds the roof and holds my heart safe
i am raw, and thus i crumple to die beneath the ruins
my once pillar i drew too close then threw away
nolonger holds the roof and holds my heart safe
i am raw, and thus i crumple to die beneath the ruins
Tuesday, 23 August 2011
Curves
watching the curves that follow true
I sit and stare and look right through
one image stands, another seen
one thought is placed, one made on screen
I paint a landscape but not as it's shown
I draw not what I see, yet sketch what I know
each millimeter is committed to mind
new turns and edges yet for me to find
exploring new lands,new roads I must speak
racing forward for what i charge to seek
the boarder of spaces, the space between thought
the land upon legends, this love I have caught
Esme
Tue 23rd August 2011
and afterthought /
posible extra line:
with the old one left behind
I sit and stare and look right through
one image stands, another seen
one thought is placed, one made on screen
I paint a landscape but not as it's shown
I draw not what I see, yet sketch what I know
each millimeter is committed to mind
new turns and edges yet for me to find
exploring new lands,new roads I must speak
racing forward for what i charge to seek
the boarder of spaces, the space between thought
the land upon legends, this love I have caught
Esme
Tue 23rd August 2011
and afterthought /
posible extra line:
with the old one left behind
Thursday, 18 August 2011
Best Friends forever?
did you give up on me?
should i give up on you?
what thing tore us asunder?
what creature rent us in-two?
the friends that we once shared
pasts times,arguments repaired
did you stop calling me?
did i stop calling you?
new relationships that formed
moved each form each minds eye
who was it that stopped?
who that no-longer tried?
in minds memory shall be
the you ,the us,the we
untill again to look for me
or i yearn for the "we"
29/07/11 (para 1)
18th Aug 2011 (para 2-4)
Esme
should i give up on you?
what thing tore us asunder?
what creature rent us in-two?
the friends that we once shared
pasts times,arguments repaired
did you stop calling me?
did i stop calling you?
new relationships that formed
moved each form each minds eye
who was it that stopped?
who that no-longer tried?
in minds memory shall be
the you ,the us,the we
untill again to look for me
or i yearn for the "we"
29/07/11 (para 1)
18th Aug 2011 (para 2-4)
Esme
Tuesday, 16 August 2011
Times passing moments/Sands of time
I'm not affraid of tomorrow,
'cos tomorrow never comes,
I'm not afraid of yesterday,
Yesterday's been and gone,
Today doesnt scare me either,
'cos its slowly drifting away
And whilst this moment scares me,
It's here I want to stay
Esme - Tue 16th August 2011
'cos tomorrow never comes,
I'm not afraid of yesterday,
Yesterday's been and gone,
Today doesnt scare me either,
'cos its slowly drifting away
And whilst this moment scares me,
It's here I want to stay
Esme - Tue 16th August 2011
Monday, 8 August 2011
Thursday, 26 May 2011
the world over,its you
if aproval's all we're looking for,
why do i want nothing more,
than to slink along the shore,
(just this once, just this once more)
incontrast life is such a bore
and love is just what i adore
disapproval i'll ignore
just to slink along the shore
the glory hides what we abhor
we live and laugh to our galore
and party every passing hour
I'd rather slink along the shore
Oh so why do i want noting more?
yet why do i want nothing more?!
than to slink along the shore!
please let us slink along the shore
26th may 2011, 11:53 -completed Aug 16th 2011
why do i want nothing more,
than to slink along the shore,
(just this once, just this once more)
incontrast life is such a bore
and love is just what i adore
disapproval i'll ignore
just to slink along the shore
the glory hides what we abhor
we live and laugh to our galore
and party every passing hour
I'd rather slink along the shore
Oh so why do i want noting more?
yet why do i want nothing more?!
than to slink along the shore!
please let us slink along the shore
26th may 2011, 11:53 -completed Aug 16th 2011
Sunday, 22 May 2011
nightime falls
the darkest hour
the witching hour
when the scourge of the earth do meet?
the darkest hour
that dangerous hour
unknown deep beneath our feet
as night time falls the fools do best
to sleep, be safe, in homes own nest
close self to fear, where danger lurks
shut out those which may cause hurt
nightime moves swiflty, the cloth covers all
as the dangerous time,doesn't leap, but falls
the life inhabits, changes from one to other
the freedom it permits, under this darkest of covers
the darkest hour
the witching hour
when the scourge of the earth do meet?
that darkest hour
that dangerous hour
unknown deep beneath our feet
night comes freely,engulfs all forms
the holes in the fabric riped and torn
the light shines through, it rights the night
embrasing the wrong, shows the true right
the night grants freedom, for those unwilling to miss
the fresh given cover for that disgraced daytime kss
the snake skins fall off,the feathers come out
while in day time they cower, at night the SHOUT
the darkest hour
the witching hour
when the scourge of the earth do meet?
the darkest hour
that dangerous hour
unknown deep beneath our feet
May 22 2011
( Im not sure if this is finished yet -but for now im leaving it as this)
the witching hour
when the scourge of the earth do meet?
the darkest hour
that dangerous hour
unknown deep beneath our feet
as night time falls the fools do best
to sleep, be safe, in homes own nest
close self to fear, where danger lurks
shut out those which may cause hurt
nightime moves swiflty, the cloth covers all
as the dangerous time,doesn't leap, but falls
the life inhabits, changes from one to other
the freedom it permits, under this darkest of covers
the darkest hour
the witching hour
when the scourge of the earth do meet?
that darkest hour
that dangerous hour
unknown deep beneath our feet
night comes freely,engulfs all forms
the holes in the fabric riped and torn
the light shines through, it rights the night
embrasing the wrong, shows the true right
the night grants freedom, for those unwilling to miss
the fresh given cover for that disgraced daytime kss
the snake skins fall off,the feathers come out
while in day time they cower, at night the SHOUT
the darkest hour
the witching hour
when the scourge of the earth do meet?
the darkest hour
that dangerous hour
unknown deep beneath our feet
May 22 2011
( Im not sure if this is finished yet -but for now im leaving it as this)
On a Clear day?
On a clear day you can see for miles
the fresh air washes away denial
all the fog is lifted from your brain
you breathe in life from the passing rain
on a Clear day you can think for hours
you can sit and muse amongst the flowers
you can focus on many single thoughts
and see the purpose of all hours wrought
on a clear Day you can hear all sounds
you can hear the breath of all of those around
you can hear the whispering of the trees
and just in one "tick" bring ideas to their knees
on a clear day all clarity of sight and mind Combine,
realization as you leave the world behind
the rolling hills their views unfold
whispering winds theirs storys to be told
but on a clear day you can See for miles
not everything you hear and see is smiles
the worlds light and its darkness now you do face
the full depths of all the human race
on a clear day there Is clarity
in all the things we wish we did not see,
whilst to search for truth is how we all are bound,
could we be happy once all truth is found?
may 22nd 2011
the fresh air washes away denial
all the fog is lifted from your brain
you breathe in life from the passing rain
on a Clear day you can think for hours
you can sit and muse amongst the flowers
you can focus on many single thoughts
and see the purpose of all hours wrought
on a clear Day you can hear all sounds
you can hear the breath of all of those around
you can hear the whispering of the trees
and just in one "tick" bring ideas to their knees
on a clear day all clarity of sight and mind Combine,
realization as you leave the world behind
the rolling hills their views unfold
whispering winds theirs storys to be told
but on a clear day you can See for miles
not everything you hear and see is smiles
the worlds light and its darkness now you do face
the full depths of all the human race
on a clear day there Is clarity
in all the things we wish we did not see,
whilst to search for truth is how we all are bound,
could we be happy once all truth is found?
may 22nd 2011
Friday, 6 May 2011
wait for me, don’t wait for me
(inspired out of funerals. and own impending death's.)
Rain. Please wait for me
Like you waited for my granddad
Sun, don’t wait for me
Or rather be there, stop me wishing you had.
Joy, don’t wait for me
Don’t wait for them to end their mourning
Race towards them!
Sorrow, don’t wait for me
Wait for them, come only when they are ready
But don’t wait for me
Flowers, WAIT for me
Just a moment until I reach your bloom
Worms.. don’t wait for me
I shall find you much too soon
Laugh
Laughter wait with them
Let foolishness and frivovilty rain on the saddest days
Love! Wait with them! Remain ever in them.
Life. Wait with me. Just a moment more
Death – I have waited for thee
And am ready
You need not wait
For me
Computer Suit
No awquard conversations
No standing in the rain
Just you and a few others
On a computer game
Everyone is equal
Everyone the same
Just talking of who won when
Wanting a rematch or just to play
Hiding behind a screen
All on the edge of your seat
It just feels so safe
In the computer suit
22/5/07
No standing in the rain
Just you and a few others
On a computer game
Everyone is equal
Everyone the same
Just talking of who won when
Wanting a rematch or just to play
Hiding behind a screen
All on the edge of your seat
It just feels so safe
In the computer suit
22/5/07
The Platform
Impossible to forget
Stopping at a forbidden station
On the express
The heat was high
And had begun as with summer, Hot
The steam from the train
Was thick like the heat waves
Silence
The platforms emptiness
No-one, nowhere
Just a single sign
With the platforms name
Trees
Some animals and hay
But one bird sang
With the memory of many more
Hidden, off in the distance
Stopping at a forbidden station
On the express
The heat was high
And had begun as with summer, Hot
The steam from the train
Was thick like the heat waves
Silence
The platforms emptiness
No-one, nowhere
Just a single sign
With the platforms name
Trees
Some animals and hay
But one bird sang
With the memory of many more
Hidden, off in the distance
The Dregs lie Forgotten
We drink our drinks
We finnish our tea
We sit and talk
But the dregs lie forgotten
We work our way up
We make our money
We help our friends
But the dregs lie forgotten
We drain our cooking
We eat our food
We feel content
But the dregs lie forgotten
(feb 28 2011)
We finnish our tea
We sit and talk
But the dregs lie forgotten
We work our way up
We make our money
We help our friends
But the dregs lie forgotten
We drain our cooking
We eat our food
We feel content
But the dregs lie forgotten
(feb 28 2011)
Let Me Remember Your Face
When I meet, love and lose you
Let me remember your face.
Let me not remember your name,or the names given to you
Or the labels you fought against
Just let me remember your face
When mine close
Let me remember your eyes
Let me remember their beauty that shall always survive
The lies that they could never tell
Never hide
Please let me remember your eyes
When you’re not by me
Let me remember your smile
Let me remember the light it casts across the room
The joy it ignites inside of me
Let me remember your smile
When it beats and stops beating
Let me remember your heart
Let let me remember its strengh to forgive and trust
The hope its always passed along
Me and my friends will think of your heart
When I can no longer hear your voice
Let me remember your words
Let me remember your soft kind words,that filled the night
The belief they always instaled
Remember, and capture in my head your words
When the truth and lies come out
Let me remember your secrets
Let me remember your ability to confide,with confidence in me
The beauty of love and longing you showed
Your trust is shown in the secrets I wont forget
When the world is dark and bleak without you
Let me remember your love
Let me remember your entirety of being,the whole beautiful essance
The lovely ghost I wish to haunt me
Face,that face, is the face I love
Just Please Let Me Remember Your Face
Let me remember your face.
Let me not remember your name,or the names given to you
Or the labels you fought against
Just let me remember your face
When mine close
Let me remember your eyes
Let me remember their beauty that shall always survive
The lies that they could never tell
Never hide
Please let me remember your eyes
When you’re not by me
Let me remember your smile
Let me remember the light it casts across the room
The joy it ignites inside of me
Let me remember your smile
When it beats and stops beating
Let me remember your heart
Let let me remember its strengh to forgive and trust
The hope its always passed along
Me and my friends will think of your heart
When I can no longer hear your voice
Let me remember your words
Let me remember your soft kind words,that filled the night
The belief they always instaled
Remember, and capture in my head your words
When the truth and lies come out
Let me remember your secrets
Let me remember your ability to confide,with confidence in me
The beauty of love and longing you showed
Your trust is shown in the secrets I wont forget
When the world is dark and bleak without you
Let me remember your love
Let me remember your entirety of being,the whole beautiful essance
The lovely ghost I wish to haunt me
Face,that face, is the face I love
Just Please Let Me Remember Your Face
… and the animals run wild
The rhinos ran through my living room
The chimps threw a party in my bed room
The spiders walked across my work
The dog ate it when he went bezerk
The ducks swam in my bathroom sink
The frogs, well they just left their stink
The cat, my stairs became her throne
And this messy house
Is called
My home
The chimps threw a party in my bed room
The spiders walked across my work
The dog ate it when he went bezerk
The ducks swam in my bathroom sink
The frogs, well they just left their stink
The cat, my stairs became her throne
And this messy house
Is called
My home
Bug infestation…
Its you who makes me use this fountain pen
Make these chicken scratches again and again
You who wont let me adapt
Pens are pens and that’s a fact
That spider that crawled across my desk
Fell in the ink, and made this mess
Is called my brain talking with my hand
Using commands it cant understand
So PLEASE just get off my case
It’s just my handwriting
Its not the fate
Of the human race
Poem – a poem entitled poem
Do you want semantic field
Some storm clouds or some daffodils?
Or how about some metaphors
A man is a lion with his large paws?
Perhaps a few similies
Birds flapping like bees is sure to please
And well kept pace, or well kept time?
Myself I’d rather collect my thoughts
And write them down how I was taught
And paint the stars in my minds eye
Illiteration may help find pace
In this, my, poetic race
But do not analyse this, my smile
If you’re searching me
In you
Lies denial
Do you? A poem about hiding the truth.
Do you see the tears behind my smiles?
Can you hear the truth in my denial?
The choking of my voice as it sings?
The spikes and corners of all of my drawn rings?
Do you see the levels in my painting?
Do you see the alertness of my sleeping?
Do you see the sadness of my joy?
Do you see the shyness of my coy?
Do you see the fear through confidence?
The significance of in-consequence?
Can you hear the truth behind my lies?
Notice that I’m hidden or I hide?
Do you see reality in my acting?
Do you see the attention I prevent me attracting?
Do you see the knowledge in my ignorance?
Do you find sensibility in my feigned foolishness?
And do you see... me?
(February 16th 2011)(edited 16th august 2011)
Can you hear the truth in my denial?
The choking of my voice as it sings?
The spikes and corners of all of my drawn rings?
Do you see the levels in my painting?
Do you see the alertness of my sleeping?
Do you see the sadness of my joy?
Do you see the shyness of my coy?
Do you see the fear through confidence?
The significance of in-consequence?
Can you hear the truth behind my lies?
Notice that I’m hidden or I hide?
Do you see reality in my acting?
Do you see the attention I prevent me attracting?
Do you see the knowledge in my ignorance?
Do you find sensibility in my feigned foolishness?
And do you see... me?
(February 16th 2011)(edited 16th august 2011)
Upright
Meet me sitting,
upright – life bright
Do not slink away
This was always to come
So embrace me as I do you
Friend
(Inspired by “the book thief”)
From the perspective of death.
upright – life bright
Do not slink away
This was always to come
So embrace me as I do you
Friend
(Inspired by “the book thief”)
From the perspective of death.
Grim reaper/ Death bed
(Inspired by the idea of the grim reaper as death and Jon Donnes poems holy sonnet X)
I should like to be greeted by him
For he lives in legends
But could one so opposite to life be called living?
I should like to be greeted by him
That tall dark man
Better to be with him than alone when he is due
I should like to be greeted
Though the event causing our meet is feared
Thou art neither friend or foe
I should like
For if I’m not then the event be worse
A comfort in fate
I should like to be greated by him
Would your rather see him?
Or be
Alone
I should like to be greeted by him
For he lives in legends
But could one so opposite to life be called living?
I should like to be greeted by him
That tall dark man
Better to be with him than alone when he is due
I should like to be greeted
Though the event causing our meet is feared
Thou art neither friend or foe
I should like
For if I’m not then the event be worse
A comfort in fate
I should like to be greated by him
Would your rather see him?
Or be
Alone
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