“Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, it's at the end of your arm, as you get older, remember you have another hand: The first is to help yourself, the second is to help others.”

“For beautiful eyes, look for the good in others; for beautiful lips, speak only words of kindness; and for poise, walk with the knowledge that you are never alone.”

“Success is like reaching an important birthday and finding you're exactly the same.”

“Pick the day. Enjoy it - to the hilt. The day as it comes. People as they come... The past, I think, has helped me appreciate the present - and I don't want to spoil any of it by fretting about the future.”

“I love people who make me laugh. I honestly think it's the thing I like most, to laugh. It cures a multitude of ills. It's probably the most important thing in a person.”

- Audrey Hepburn




Sunday, 15 August 2010

Majority Influence



I bite my lip

As I feel the heat rise

Quick!

Look inconspicuous and bland

Be a bystander

To the heads buried in the sand.

It's your imagination

If no one can remember,

And if you cover your eyes

It's technically not lies

When they ask and the blood seeps from your lips.

Those stubborn threads pulling tight

It's not just the war that loses the fight

It's the forgotten casualties

Whose tears must dry unaided

Pretend their memories are fogged and faded

For everyone shoots the messenger

That breaks the silence.


[10th August 2010]

Dictatorship


One. Twelve. Three hundred and thirty-three.

Numbers to you. So much more to me.

There are tyrannical leaders ruling over my life,

my mind and my mood in this lonely and bitter strife.

I'm stuck in the great depression of 2010

Longing for the day I'll be free to eat again.

These tyrants, they control my mind, my mood...

My mind...

My mood...

Indoctrination complete. The enemy is food.

[Written sometime in 2008. Revised 2010]

Love is a Losing Game


Your tattooed pocket upon my breast

The mistake that felt so right, so good,

Everything I write leads back to you

I cheated myself like I knew I would.

I play my ribcage like a xylophone

As I hum to the tune of before,

'Cause you're my fella, you're my guy

I cry for you on the kitchen floor.

I die a hundred times but you're not here

When the world just stares as I begin to crack

The curtain has fallen and so has my spirit

Now I'll go back to black.

[Written some time in 2008. Revised 2010.]

Saturday, 8 May 2010

Famishment


I found my child one day, looking up at me
She had always been around, but I had chosen not to see.
Her face so relaxed
But her eyes in contrast
Were dark pools of sadness, hungry from the fast.

She had memorised the calories of every kiss and hug
In order to avoid the guilt of indulging too much.
Her tiny bones protruding, her soul undersized
The story of her starvation reflected in her eyes
Eyes so undernourished they had forgotten how to cry.

I found my child one day, looking up at me
I nourished her with acknowledgment
And now I am free.

[Image not owned by me]

Tuesday, 4 May 2010

Tried writing some Haikus.

Change
We were born to love
Greed and ignorance found us
The change is complete

Mother
There's love and there's pain.
There is no pain without love,
No love without you.

Although they are only short poems, that's what makes them harder to write. But I'm very interested in this so I shall be practicing more :)

Happy Birthday Nan and Audrey!

Happy Birthday to my two favourite ladies :)
I drew a picture of Audrey Hepburn and gave it to my nan asa present. She liked it so much she's framing it :) I don't know whether she was just being nice but it made me smile as I worked hard on it.

So here's a tribute to two women that were totally unaware of how beautiful they were, using my favourite pictures of them :)







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Monday, 3 May 2010

The Other Sister Was Picked for the Month of April

I'm pleased to announce that my poem got picked again :) This one meant an awful lot to me so I'm glad it got chosen, especially ast here were far more talented poets entering the competition. At the end of May they compare all four of the winning poems (they do this every four months) and one gets chosen. Hopefully "An Unconventional Love" or "The Other Sister" will get chosen, but for some reason I highly doubt it. But I don't mind too much as I'm glad I have received this much recognition :) This month, the theme for my poem has to be "Food". I'm not sure what I'm going to write about, maybe my past issues with food as I suppose a lot of people will be writing about actual food and in a positive way and I like to be different :) Plus it's very personal to me and when something is close to my heart I find it easier to write about...it's almost natural.

I'm currently putting together a book of my poems, complete with illustrations. I don' plan to do anything with it, but I like creating little projects for myself :)

Thank you to the people who have been commenting on my writing and have given me encouragement :)