POEMS AND STORIES

Part One

Escape

I am sorry for not comparing you to a work of art. I knew that if I had you would have just thought of a picture in a frame. In a moment, a mindset, you are so much more. You are book with no written end. You are constantly changing, unpredictable, you are evolving, a creation of mass and energy. What you would consider a work of art cannot capture that. I am sorry for not comparing you to something you're better than.

>>This is my first ever poem that I'd written and its not the best but I shall just leave it as it is. Thank you for reading!<<

At The Bay

It was late afternoon. The sun hung low in the sky and the trees shaded the beach below. Blue sky mixed with the blue-green sea. It was chaotic serenity. The sand sparkled. Dogs ran across the beach which was covered in a blanket of shells and seaweed. There wasn't a single house in sight, only sea to the east, sand to the north and south, with tall pine trees everywhere else. The wind was cool and refreshing as it whisked up from the water.

The sea made calm crashing sounds as water collided with land, spraying salty water onto those who dare go near. Salt water remained in the mouths of the people who visit the beach. To add to the eerie noises, the wind howled through the trees like a wolf, scaring anything away from the dark forest.

Water seeped through the thin, ongoing crevices through the rocks along the sandy cliff. The perfume of sea salt blows through the air unnoticed. 

>>This was a piece of writing that I had to do in school and I am fairly proud of it although it is unfinished. I hope you enjoy(ed) it!<<

At The Bay Haiku

Blue sky meets blue sea,

Chaotic serenity,

On this sparkling beach.

>>This was a haiku that I wrote for At The Bay! Thank you for reading!<<

Love

Love is quiet and hidden. Love is a beautiful young woman. You always need her. She helps you feel emotion, selfless. She gives you ideas of intense affection for another person.
Love shows you how to show tenderness and affection. She shows you beauty.
She shows you the light. She will guide you.
Love shows you the feeling of anxiety and concern. She shows you ugliness. She shows you the darkness. She will betray and leave you behind.
Love is loud and always visible. Love is a hideous old woman. You sometimes don't want her. She takes away feelings other than herself, selfish. She takes away ideas of hope and dignity.
In every light she is different, in every mind she is different. She is the opposite of herself.

>> I wrote this while at my mums friends house and it took about 20 minutes! It is based of what I have heard about love and what my idea of love is so if you believe differently then go write a poem about love! Thank you<<

Colour

All around is colour. There is blue, in the huge, everlasting sky and in the distant view of the outstanding sea. There is yellow, in the center of beautiful hidden flowers and in the bright sun which lights the way, illuminating all different shapes. There is green, in the millions of types of grasses covering the land and in the leaves of tall trees which shade the path. Finally there is brown, in the dirt in which plants and flowers grow, in the strong bark of the tall trees and in the leaves which are scattered on the ground.

>>I wrote this and another piece while at the ruins of an old asylum with HUGE gardens all around it! It was an awesome experience and it was amazing for inspiration!<<

Alexithymia

I am always hidden, invisible to the eye. I am like a wall. I stop you showing how you're really feeling. I am annoying and unhelpful. You can not describe your emotions. You can not say a thing. You'll nod and cry and sigh and moan but you'll never tell them why.

I am present, always sensed in your mind. I am strong but not as strong as you, although you can never get rid of me. I am always here. But what you don't understand is, I am here to help you. 

>>If you do not know what Alexithymia is then I will explain... Alexithymia is when you don't really understand what emotions you're feeling and you don't know how to describe them either. I found a picture about it (it is attached) and so that is where I got my inspiration from! Thanks for reading and comment if you can relate!<<

Athazagoraphobia

I am in your mind. I tell you you'll forget. I shout in your mind. You'll forget friends. You'll forget family. You'll forget your entire life. You'll have nothing.

I am in your mind. I tell you they'll forget. I whisper in your ear. I tell you they'll move on. I tell you you'll be replaced. I say you'll be forgotten. You'll be nothing.

You are in my mind. You tell me to stop. I don't want you to forget. I don't want you to be forgotten. You are everything.

  >>I also have another one which you probably just read that you might not know what the name means. Athazagoraphobia  is like the fear of being forgotten (by family, friends etc.), forgetting (friends, family, important stuff etc.) and being ignored or replaced. Thank you for reading and again leave comments if you can relate to any of these! Its almost Christmas so Merry Christmas and a happy New Year but if you don't celebrate Christmas then I hope you have a good holiday and enjoy any other celebrations!<<