Scribbled Thoughts

Poetry ideas

20:66

Faded and tired walls,

scrubbed with years

to thinness. No protective

layers to defend

pained eyes from

seeing, or experiencing,

the scars life brought

you. Crack under gazes

and bury yourself in

dirt. Will a fresh

layer of paint cure all,

as you hide yourself…

from yourself.

20:67

Corona rays pierce through

the future of tomorrow,

transforming warmth to

scolding, comfort to fear.

Duck into shadows and

buildings, hoping ignorance

of light will save the

breath you draw from

suffering, and pain.

Poetry ideas

20:64

Foreign breath of fresh

air, its taste forgotten

after stale and safe

confinement. Do you

spy visible disease above

your head, or ignore it

to gulp down more

sweet, sweet freedom?

20:65

Watch through windows

painted with rainbows

as the people beyond

admire their bare skin.

Content smiles stroke arms

that flake and disintegrate,

back into the earth

where it all began.

Clap your hands

beyond the glass,

multi-coloured thoughts

viewing a world of ash.

In preparation for my master’s course I’m researching two possible poetry collection ideas, and the more unusual one is poetry with music. Not lyrics, or poems about music, but a poem performed live with a musical instrument. I remember going to an event that had storytelling with music years ago, and I loved it. Music helps set the atmosphere for words so well, and I’d love to write a collection based on this principle.

I played guitar at school, and still have one, but would have to re-learn a lot to play decently. At the moment I’m just trying to find examples of poetry with music to start with. If anyone has any links, please send them my way.

So far, a perfect example is this live performance:

Corona World

20:63

Scattered presences

amongst allotted

parking spaces. Tense

faces as eyes

measure distance and

safe areas. Empty

aisles reveal human

nature as full

cupboards mutate into

cockroaches, scurrying

and alive while old

bones litter our

legacy. Hard-earned

homes become prisons,

trapping the present to

save the future.

Inside I cough and

fear approaching mortality,

hands spread out

to the blurred world.

My life and reason

watches, eyes lost,

as my vision darkens

the world and its wonder.

Panic of the unknown,

of reality, grips and

latches onto the last

moments of life.

Reaching for one last,

bone-crushing, love-

defining hug.

Am I selfish enough

to ask it?

Are you desperate enough

to accept it?

Random Rambling

Well, I’ve written a few poems over the last few days, but got distracted before I typed them up to post them. I’ll try to be more constant from now on. The topic is mostly corona-related or about isolation, but I’ll try start exploring my two poetry collection ideas in preparation for the masters course, to add variety.

Random Ramblings

So, I’ve had some good news within this scary, uncertain time the world is going through. I’ve been offered an unconditional offer for the Creative Writing Masters at Leeds Trinity! So I’m going to try focus on ideas for a poetry collection, and I have two ideas (which I’m sure I’ve mentioned before). The first is fairy tales with a twist e.g. The prince in Cinderella having a foot fetish. The second is writing poems that are composed with music, or rather music composed to compliment a poem. The idea is if you were performing your poem you’d have the music as part of it.

Like a lot of people I’m currently not at work, so I have at least three weeks to focus more on this…as well as get some decorating done. I’m having a few days of laziness then expect me to be more active on here.

Stay safe everyone!

poem ideas

20:61

Morning of despair

turned optimistic after

a moment of passion,

a bubble barrier the

outside world can’t pierce.

The afternoon melts into

satisfaction and calm,

wrapped up in smiles and

hope for the future.

20:62

Dream to regret

everyday decisions,

choices we must make,

but leading away

from the future.

Here and now we

are rooted, to chop

ourselves free means

we’ll wither and

die before we reach

the sky.

poem ideas

20:59

Hints of my

absence even as

I stand here, clear

for all to see. Eager

faces to see me gone,

disappointed frowns to

see me remain. Realise

that, once I’m gone,

you’ll finally see

my worth, as my

bones crumble into

dust and ride the

wind forever.

20:60

Spinning odour of

hair masses together

and claims material,

smothering with liquid,

sucking away dirt,

but leaving a lingering

stench of overuse.

Round and round,

over and over,

never fully cleansed

of the human world.

poem ideas

20:57

Isolate yourself from

the world, as death

pursues you on leather

wings. Live on through

frozen energy. Emerge

yourself with music

that terrified ears struggle

to hear. Stare at

words that swim on

the page, refusing to

form the world of

stories. Sink into

comfort, only to panic

and spring back up,

pacing in your cage.

Lookout at the

transparent world,

knowing its not safe,

knowing it will never

be safe again.

20:58

Electric dreams to

carry you forward,

speeding ahead as I

trail behind, trying

to pick up the pieces

of reality.

poem ideas

20:55

Balanced and shifting

accounts, searching for

savings and hidden heirlooms

to give us room to

breathe. Can we freeze

it all? Please? And stare

in wonder at the empty

shelves aligning our

legacy. Perhaps this

is a secret blessing, a

threat to sweep us

into the end, before

we destroy ourselves

with misery, and

useless dreams.

20:56

Risk the lives of others

to preserve the harmony

of yours. Seven days a

small sacrifice, a pay-cut

for a week. But my

life will fall into chaos,

terror of plunging into a

hole with no end. Stay

back as I continue to

walk among you, earning

what I need, with a

trace of death in my

step.