A Poem

(not a new one)

The Verge
Tears welling in trembling eyes
Escaped Water
Cuts through the mask
As it trickles down

Like fragile porcelain

it can break

Breakable doll

Manhandled to fate

Beautiful glossy hair

Brushed so often

It crimps til rotten

Reality of dead cells

is the true nature of myself?

Pure porcelain gleam and sheen

Hard it seems

and Hard to feel

Hollow knocks

at emptiness inside

If it falls, there

goes all pride

Beautiful, precious

That I am?

I seem

I show

Fragile, Empty

How can I know.

What to say What to say..

Hello Everyone
Who is reading this

Well I haven't written in a long time in this blog, but there is a reason for this. You see, this blog was supposed to be about new beginnings and fresh ideas. But sometimes I really do feel like I replapse into old ways of thinking and being. No one is perfect I suppose. But what can I say now that I realise the world is not a happy little place with my little ponies :)

I try to do what I can. To live as a good a life as I can. And I try not to disappoint. But I'm afraid more of disappointing my guardian angels and spirits more so than actual people? No it's the same if not worse! Life seems to get in the way of that eternal bliss and joy and peace that we all seek. Life is here. Life happens. Now what do we do about it? That's the ultimate question though isn't it? What do we do now that we've been born and given a chance on earth?

For Cammy (2)

This I wrote in the car straight after the funeral:

I cannot summise

It all seems like lies

It wasn't you I saw

It wasn't you lowered

It wasn't you we prayed for

It wasn't you I flowered

It cannot

and has not

The real is

never so surreal

The world cannot go on

Without you to sing your song

Where will your smile be

If not here with me

Who will be hugged

For joy and for love

How can it be

Impossible to see

It wasn't you we lowered

The sprinkles of your soul

still flower

For Cammy

As most of you know, my life has recently been affected by the sad loss of my best friend Cameron. Here is a poem that I wrote the day after her funeral:

It's not denial

I've seen the vehicle

It's not for me to invent

The losing of her tent

I feel light and

breath taken away

Should I feel guilty

because tears are at bay

Her soul her essence

Is pure transcendence

Never gone

but still here

In my heart

ever so near

Inspirational muse

My bringer of good news?

Your soul is flying

light feathery wings

What is this dying

but angels sighing

Welcome!

Well hello everyone who has decided to visit my blog :) This blog has officially been set up on Sept 29 2010. I hope that you will enjoy whatever it is I end up putting on here! It's a new chapter in my life, and I really want this blog to show that. I will try to put up my random thoughts about things etc in general, as well as putting up my new poems and art stuff. I'll also be putting up things that I find interesting from other people. I feel that I have grown and my interests have expanded. Give me any ideas of whatever else you think I should add please :) Thank you!