The Empty Pages I Occupy [Poetry Extract]


It appears to have been a few days now since I last posted a piece of poetry and so I have prepared a new piece. I have been guilty recently of focusing on one thing in my poetry and only looking at it from one perspective. So what I have prepared for today is a piece that approaches similar topics but from a different perspective and with a slightly different tone. There are references to previous pieces I have written so it should still feel vaguely familiar. I hope you all still enjoy this piece.

when you turn my way what do you see?

vapour trails

the remaining evidence of a love you gave up

then again, was there ever anything there?

it can’t have been of any significance

dropped in an instant with little remorse

you already told me you never loved me

you just liked the attention as you put it

harsh words spoken softly

what did you ever see?

a pair of lips and eyes of an indistinct colour?

it certainly wasn’t me you saw

I’m not here

my name is the only certainty

the rest is an empty book

a book you did not care to write

falling in love was not in your interests

the book I wrote of you is full

a flowing narrative of everything I fell in love with

every small detail others would not care to notice

the creases in your face as you smile

the smudges of ink on your left hand from your writing habits

drops of ink on your face from working so frantically

the specific amount of milk you like in your tea

the excitement in your eyes when reading the blurb of a new book

your eye that goes slightly lazy when focused on a phone screen for too long

the enthusiasm in your voice when explaining mathematical terms

the puffs in your cheeks as you eat strawberry laces

your arm linking mine in the cold winter breeze

makeup stains on the lapel of my winter coat

the hair clips you would leave on my bedside table

seeing your small shoes in the hallway of my house

the sound of your breathing when we’d lay completely still in silence

our heartbeats synchronising as I held you in my arms

a book with not one page left blank

I don’t even know if you could write a book of me

it would be hard to find something to love

not much can be found in a two dimensional cynique with scars on his arms

I do not blame you for leaving

if there was nothing to stay for then your decision was logical

I can only hope you find happiness

the book of you is closed, last chapter completed

the empty book you left will gather dust on the shelf

I hope you will find a book worth writing

for now, I am comfortably occupying empty pages

As I said I tried to do something different with this piece and make it a little more heartfelt than I have been in previous pieces. I hope everyone still enjoyed it and could take something from it. If you have any thoughts then please feel free to leave a comment below.

I plan to have another piece prepared before the end of this week, but until then I hope you all enjoy the rest of the week.

DiCaprio is Coming Back with a Vengeance


Leonardo DiCaprio (pictured above with director Alejandro González Iñárritu) is yet to receive an Academy Award, but as the lead actor in Iñárritu’s upcoming film is DiCaprio’s unlucky streak set to end?

If you’re a regular reader of this blog then you will know that around this time a year ago I wrote a post about Leonardo DiCaprio and his (as of yet) unsuccessful history with the Academy Awards. He has been nominated four times for his acting and has not yet won an award. The main idea I discussed in the previous post was that I do not think he needs one. Everyone else on the internet seems to be in uproar that he has not won, yet he has made it clear on numerous occasions that he is honoured to be nominated but he does not act for the awards, he does it because he loves it. This defence of his unlucky streak was then accompanied in the post by a list of famous names who have all received numerous nominations but never won, such as Peter O’Toole, Amy Adams and director Paul Thomas Anderson. However, it seems the winds could be changing for Mr DiCaprio.

In the past I have made it clear that I do not see eye to eye with the Academy; I feel it is not fair to suggest all of the films from one year can be made competitive in order to choose one that they see as the “best”. However on the other side of that coin I do like the awards to some extent because it is a time of year in which we celebrate many talents and take time to focus specifically on the film industry. Now in the post from last year (mentioned above) one of the names I listed as one that has received many nominations but never won was Julianne Moore. Imagine how much of an idiot I feel now that she has won for Best Actress, and quite rightly so. Before this happened I felt the same way about Moore as a I did about DiCaprio, in that I do not feel that either of them need awards to show that they are talented, we know already from their back catalogues. However I have to admit that I was overjoyed to see Julianne Moore win the award earlier this year, it was so wonderful to see her on that stage finally with an entire building full of people applauding her fantastic performance. This is why as much as I feel that DiCaprio absolutely does not need an award to show how talented he is, it would still be nice to see him receive the same recognition.

This is going to be an unpopular opinion I know, but I do not feel as though DiCaprio has deserved the award for any of his previous nominations except for one. Please do not hate me for this, but it is truly how I feel. Looking at his nominations I would say his role in The Aviator is the only one that he really stood a chance of winning, just because of how he fully threw himself into the role of Howard Hughes and allowed every element of Hughes’ mental state to inhabit his own mind. He wouldn’t have won for What’s Eating Gilbert Grape because he was not a big enough name but it was enough to get his foot in the door, Blood Diamond was always a bit of a grey area just purely because his accent was not consistent and the role was not strong enough, and then of course with The Wolf of Wall Street his role of shouting, snorting and shagging was no match for the talent of the actual winner (Matthew McConaughey for Dallas Buyers Club) or the immense talents of the actor who should have won (Chiwetel Ejiofor in 12 Years a Slave). This does not mean to say I don’t like his acting because of course I do, I just feel as though the roles he has been nominated for were not enough to secure him a win.

Incidentally the roles in which I feel he had the best chance of winning for were ones he was not even nominated for. Firstly you have his outstanding performance in Catch Me If You Can as Frank Abagnale Jr which was more than worthy of a nomination that year but sadly overlooked. Secondly, and this is a wild card because it would have indeed had to have been under the supporting actor category as opposed to leading actor, and that is of course his role as monsieur Candy in Django Unchained. It was a role which I don’t think anybody could have predicted DiCaprio mastering. When you think of a plantation owner during the years of American slavery you would think of an actor that is hard as nails, one that is known throughout Hollywood as playing an arsehole, not the cute little kid from What’s Eating Gilbert Grape! Again, it was a fantastic role that DiCaprio mastered brilliantly and yet went unrecognised by the Academy, but I think we all knew Christoph Waltz ruled the category that year, for a role in the same film strangely.

The thing with DiCaprio is that he has progressed with age and has gone from strength to strength. As a young actor we saw a lot of promise, with films like What’s Eating Gilbert Grape, and an outstanding performance alongside acting heavyweight Robert De Niro in This Boy’s Life which really showed the world that he was heading to the top. He has unfortunately had his fair share of bad roles however. Personally I am not a fan of Baz Luhrmann’s Romeo + Juliet and so for me he was a bit of a wasted talent in that film, and of course Titanic is a cinematic travesty which incidentally DiCaprio sights as the one role in his career that he regrets. As he has moved through his career we have seen him branch out and expand as an actor to show just how versatile he is, having worked with director Martin Scorsese on a number of roles (Gangs of New York, The Aviator, The Departed, Shutter Island) I think Scorsese really got the best out of him and showed the world just what DiCaprio can do. From there of course he has had some fantastic roles and has worked with some true masters of directing, such as Danny Boyle (The Beach), Woody Allen (Celebrity), Sam Mendes (Revolutionary Road), and Christopher Nolan (Inception) and so he has really been taking big steps in the right direction, on the pathway to receiving his own Academy Award.

What he have to consider here is timing. In order for actors to be nominated by the Academy the film has to be released within a certain time frame. Usually it has to be released in either the second half of one year or the very start of the following year, so from about September through to the end of January/ start of February. It is very rare that films are nominated by the Academy if they were released too early, and even if they are nominated then usually acting is not taken into account. If the acting is to be recognised for a film that was released too early then it has to be for a role that really stands out. I would draw your attention in this case to Patricia Arquette who was not only nominated but quite rightly won at the Academy Awards this year for her outstanding performance in Boyhood, which was released around June time last year. This means if DiCaprio is to win an award then it needs to be timed right. Hence I was annoyed that so many people didn’t realise he wasn’t nominated for his role in The Great Gatsby because it was released too early in the year. However we may be in luck. DiCaprio made it clear that after The Wolf of Wall Street he was taking a year out and then would return to cinema. He is set to return to the big screen in January of next year. This is exciting enough, but what’s more exciting is that the new film may very well be the right film to secure him a win.

Incase you missed the title, DiCaprio’s next film is helmed by three time Oscar winning writer and director (thanks to his latest film Birdman) Alejandro González Iñárritu, entitled The Revenant. Very little is known about the project at present, but we know it is both written and directed by Iñárritu, and it sees DiCaprio playing prospector Hugh Glass in the 1820s who is out for revenge after he is left for dead following an attack by a bear. Already it has me intrigued and excited, but is also sounds like it is the perfect setup for DiCaprio to win.

If you look at Iñárritu’s back catalogue it is very hard to find a grey spot. You’ve got fantastic films right the way through, such as Amores Perros, 21 Grams, Biutiful, and of course his latest triumph Birdman: Or (The Unexpected Virtue of Ignorance) which deserved every award it was given. Now inside each of those films you have central roles that were very weighted and really got the best out of some big names, such as Sean Penn in 21 Grams and the outstanding performance by Javier Bardem in Biutiful . Often Iñárritu’s directing has resulted in Oscar nominations for the stars. Just recently in fact we saw the cast of Birdman feature very prominently among the list of nominated, including Michael Keaton who was tipped very heavily as the only possible threat to Eddie Redmayne’s spot as overall winner. This is why DiCaprio and Iñárritu working together can only be a good thing. Iñárritu is known for being a very full on director, one who is a challenge for actors, one who really pushes them to get the best out of them. An actor is either in his film and on top form or they’re not in it at all. He is a very thorough man who will not let a scene pass until it is perfect, and that is exactly what DiCaprio needs; the direction of someone who understands their craft. The project itself sounds phenomenal and I am extremely excited to see what happens with it and to see if it meets my already high expectations.

It is safe to say DiCaprio is in very good hands of for the time being, we can only hope that the Academy makes the right choices when the time comes. Until then I am interested to see what everyone else’s thoughts are on the matter. Please feel free to leave comments below with your thoughts not only on this upcoming film but also other films starring DiCaprio. I am interested in particular in what role you think he should have won an Oscar, nominated or not nominated, and why. If you do leave a comment I will be sure to respond to it as quickly as I can.

Until the next time I shall simply say thank you for taking the time to read this, and I hope you all have a great week!

Broken Clock [Poetry Extract]


It’s the start of a new week and so I have prepared a new piece for anyone who still bothers to read what I post. It’s based around the idea of loving someone that did not love you in return, based unfortunately on the real story of a love given but not received. I admit it is rather dark in places but I wanted this really to be a positive piece and the main message I want people to take from it is that you should never let one poisonous person bring you down to anything less than your best.

three words is not enough to capture love adequately

however, from the right lips, they capture lies

words only spoken from the barrel of a gun

one silver bullet in the chamber

a red lipstick stain printed on it

i am afraid to say you missed your mark

having lied to me before my armour is now thicker

if my heart is broken it is because I loved you when I shouldn’t have

I gave you more than you deserved

time, second chances, pity

through insults, violence and mistreatment

my love remained constant

somehow transcending all your malicious actions

 hands once held in the winter turn to those that strike me in the summer

a face once met with kisses now met with clenched hands

I do not need your lies or you

I am the best I can be

you were a broken clock

attempting to make me settle for the right time only twice a day

poisoning me into feeling like I am worth nothing

I am worth more than you’ll ever know

I do not deserve to be hit

your anger is your problem

damn your excuses

damn you for trying to make me feel as though I deserved violence

I leave with marks on my face

bruises and broken skin turned warpaint

the colours of red and purple

once a symbol of pain

now painting the banners of my victory

you may have clipped my wings

I can still walk

the right direction is the only location from here

in search of someone who deserves my love

a clock with a second hand that moves constantly

a heart with unconditional love to give

I may have danced with the devil

such a dance only lasts until the song finishes

Thank you very much for taking the time to read this. I hope you’ve all had a great weekend and move on to have an even better week. Any thoughts on this please then please feel free to leave a comment below as always.

Hopefully I will have more pieces to post later this week!



The Ballad of a Self-Diagnosed Doormat [Poetry Extract]

star trek

It dawned on me a couple of days ago that I’ve a written a lot of poetry recently and it’s all been pretty sincere and so may not be accessible to some people, particularly those who know me well. I don’t think friends that read my poetry will have thought of me before as this sincere kind of guy who is just waiting to pour his heart and soul out. People that know me well will know me as the moody sarcastic little prick that likes to rant. So what I thought I’d do with this piece is take a slightly different turn and try something different. I hope you all enjoy!

it’s time for the magnanimous nature to change

I think only of myself from now on

one last obligatory farewell

rejoice that freedom has officially begun

I did love you, that much is true

you were the girl I couldn’t get out of my head

such a shame other boys featured frequently in your mind

with rumours of some featuring also in your bed

I don’t want to be bent out of proportion

twisted and reshaped to your every expectation

alternatively you could change, crack a smile for once

without me offloading my wallet in your direction

sure let’s talk about your hobbies non stop

of course they can take up twelve straight hours of my time

I understand your time is precious

no need to consider spending ten minutes on a hobby of mine

Of course you can control who I talk to

if they’re female then by default she’s seen more than a urologist

sure I’ll abandon my best friends because they’re female

provided you seek adequate therapy, perhaps an exorcist?

 whilst speaking of friends your are mistaken 

do not claim to have shared ownership

do not call them the “guys” or the “lads”

they’re acquaintances that tolerated your existence during the relationship

of course I find sociopathic family members funny

it’s not like I’d rather hack my own face off with a hatchet

than speak to Dan Brown’s duller prodigy

and a distant relative of Nurse Ratched

and of course i should feel intimidated around family

people who could throw punches at skinny little shits like me

that’s far more impressive than articulating an intelligent fucking sentence

or even being able to spell GCSE

of course I’ll be polite as they insult me, stood metres away

it’s nice to see such a malicious nature in each generation

the living embodiment of the House Lannister

with several other points of comparison

I’m aware you hate my sisters and my family

you’ve made that evident rather explicitly

however I’m not a fucking PA taking messages for them

if you have any further complaints please deliver them directly

of course you can insult me until I cry

insult my writing and call me a shit boyfriend 

but unfortunately my stomach operation will not backfire as requested

so I advise your comments about me dying alone reach an abrupt end

of course you can offload your psychological problems on me

sure, try to end you life in front of me, that’s not alarming

I’ll put my life at risk because you want to hug oncoming cars

and by all means ruin my evening by sending a photo of you self harming

of course you can hit me because you’re angry

go on, reserve your anger for the one you claim to love

be happy around every other guy but a moody bitch to me

I’ll treat it as just punishment from divine forces above

make me feel like I deserve to be hit

cut me down to size again and again

bruise my skin, hurl clenched hands at my head

as opposed to admitting you have a serious anger problem

I admit I wasn’t perfect, but I tried

so you continue lying with your victim card bullshit

when I said I liked things rough I was talking exclusively about sex

not the entire fucking relationship

As I said it is a different style for me and one that people might not be used to but I had a lot of fun writing this. It was nice to do something positive and creative with such negative energy built up.

Thank you all for taking the time to read this. If you have any thoughts please feel free to leave a comment below.

I might have another piece ready for the end of the week, but if I don’t I hope you all have a great weekend!

Vapour Trails [Poetry Extract]

the wind rises 2

The piece I’ve written today is still on the same topic as my last poem and a few before that, basically centred around my previous relationship. Again I have tried to turn the focus away from the heartbreak side of things and make it so it’s more about me rebuilding myself after said experiences. I feel like I’m really at a stage now where I can talk about it more with family and friends and so I’m writing about it more often too. I hope everyone enjoys this piece, and hopefully you can take something away from it if you’ve ever been in a similar situation.

Loose ends is what we were

two ends tied together by the universe

initially seeming to match

the first months saw us as our best selves

friends, lovers, partners in crime

above all we were hopeless romantics

intoxicated by the other’s presence

stumbling into drunken arms

fingers fumbling through bed sheets to reunite and hold each other

transcending the dimensions of time as we grew up

yet remained young teenagers in love in the same instant

Zelda and Scott of the modern age

we felt we would live forever

perhaps that is still true

it will not be together as previously planned

all you shall see when you look my way is vapour trails

patterns in the sky where I once would stand

accompanying the silver linings of the clouds

the last remaining evidence of the love you lost

the love you mistreated

the face you struck with clenched hands as if belonging to an enemy

as I take flight I leave memories behind

the false words you spoke

empty promises

poisonous words spoken and insults

I leave behind every time your actions turned violent

every action that turned my skin scarlett

every tear you forced from my eyes

with every strike upon my face you sealed our conclusion

your last attempts to bend me into the shape you wanted

my search for love from you has reached an end

an unsuccessful venture

your name resembling that of someone I used to know

a name I fell in love with several hundred summers ago

keep a piece of a broken heart if you will

the rest I save for myself as I leave

the lock on the cage now withered and weak

allowing the caged bird to spring from captivity

broken wings heal in good time

ready to take flight once more

so that all you shall see upon looking my way

is vapour trails

I’m aware it gets quite serious and it does address topics I have written about on numerous occasions but I feel as though when I think about everything that happened it’s better for me to channel it in a creative way as opposed to beating myself up about it.

Whether you liked it or not I am grateful to anyone who took the time to read this, especially today because this piece really did mean a lot to me. If you have any thoughts then please feel free to leave a comment below.

I’m hoping to have another piece ready for later this week, until then I hope you all have a great week!

Turning Pages [Poetry Extract]


It’s the start of another week and so I have prepared another piece of poetry. It is unfortunately based on true events that happened to myself when I was in a relationship before, but I tried not to make these events the focus of the piece. I’ve tried to make it so it focuses more on the place I am in now. I think it’s only possible to move on to better things if you acknowledge the heartbreak you went through before. I think this poem really sticks to what I’ve said before in previous poems, and that is that broken hearts do still beat. Anyway I think I’ve rambled enough by this point so I hope you enjoy.

there comes a time when you have to let go

the universe cannot hold you back forever

it gives you treasures as easily as it takes them away

creates love and then orchestrates an abrupt ending

life is not about endings

life is a series of interconnected events

a lucid and ever changing narrative

an ending leads to a new beginning

the typewriter reaches the end of the page

is that an ending?

is a new page not waiting?

life consists of chapters, moments

a full stop may mark an end, another sentence follows

was she not just the end of a chapter?

a chapter that you had to go through to make it here

an antagonist with an inevitable ending

The Reichenbach Falls

an end for one

a new beginning for the other

forever was not for her

you cannot find love in eyes that look to another

she was in your head while others were in hers

a love given but not returned

a heart given

returned piece by piece by the hands that struck flesh

every clenched hand that broke skin

skin that now wears those scars as warpaint

improvements built from previous weaknesses

her violent hands are now behind you

a chapter already written

read it again if you must, but do not regret

let Medea fly off in her chariot

her hands can do no more damage now

it is not a loss as great as Miss Barkeley

it is much alike to Gloria’s departure

long awaited and much needed

do not give your world to one who will not take it

instead save it for yourself

you sold your soul to the devil but kept a piece for yourself

turn the page

an endless list of eventualities await

sunrise brings with it hope

hope that someone who knows love is waiting

I just want to take this opportunity to say I am grateful as ever to anyone who took the time to read this. If you have any thoughts on this piece then please leave a comment below and I shall respond as soon as I can.

Hopefully I will have another piece ready to post in a couple of days time. Until then, I hope everyone’s week gets off to a great start!


Improving Upon Silence [Poetry Extract]

midnight in paris

It’s now the middle of the week so I hope you have all had a great week so far. My week has been fairly mixed but I have had time to prepare a new piece of poetry for today. Another upbeat piece inspired by a wonderful person in my life who keeps cropping up in my dreams at the moment, I hope you all enjoy!

It is not irregular for me to dream of her

often when I close my eyes she waits for me

she is the one I always want to see

wherever my subconscious takes me

I can only hope she ventures with me

it took me to Paris

a journey alone for a weekend

unsure as to how I would cope with the silence of my own company

as I exit the taxi I survey the area

of all the sights one captures my attention

it is her

sat in a summer dress atop her suitcase

arms folded, smiling

the silence is not only broken

improved upon

her voice like a violin concerto, uttering six words

“what time do you call this?”

the winds carry her words to me

they drift into my ears

surge around my system as my heartbeat elevates

she shakes her head and laughs

her smile the most beautiful sight in the surrounding area

in a city that has created magnificent artwork for centuries

her smile forces them to mediocrity

I rush to her

she wraps her arms around me and jumps

a much awaited embrace for several moments

when she returns to the ground I apologise for my lateness

she replies, stating that dinner will excuse my actions

an idea one could not possibly argue with

until then, she is mine

and I am hers

I become greedy with the addition of her company

how could one feel less than euphoric in her company?

an emotional intoxication caused by this wonderful person

we walk the streets in the sun

talking of anything and everything

a trip planned in silence, now actioned with her beautiful voice included

the perfect score composed as accompaniment

the music plays on into the evening

over clinking glasses at dinner

talking of when we first spoke

I could listen to her voice beyond an eternity

become entirely lost in her words

I know my eyes will inevitably open

harshly closing the curtains on this most fantastic production

however I still have the last laugh

my subconscious holds no victory over me

for I challenge anyone to prevent me from making this a reality

As I said before, a nice positive piece inspired by someone who I know I am lucky to have in my life. I hope you all enjoyed reading this as much as I did writing it, either way I am grateful that you took time out of your day to read it. I know it’s only a couple of minutes but it really means the world to me to see just how many people read my work, especially on a regular basis. As always if you have any thoughts on this piece then please feel free to leave a comment below. I will try to have another piece ready for tomorrow, if not it will be on Friday.

Thank you again for reading this, I hope you all enjoy the rest of your week!

Pages in the Wind [Poetry Extract]

paper in the wind

What I thought I’d do today is share a piece I’ve written over the past few hours. It’s sort of a merging of two separate pieces, one that I started over a week ago and then another that I was writing today. The two pieces didn’t quite feel right as stand alone poetry, but together there was something there that I really liked. It’s inspired by someone who I’ve previously written poetry about and how they manage to lift my mood really easily by just being a fantastic person. I was in a bad mood at work but then I started writing this piece because I was thinking about them and it just made my day a whole lot better. I thought i’d best acknowledge that and let them see!

a dream of summer was made all the more exciting by her presence

under a tree on a warm afternoon

I sit writing a screenplay in the sun

Sinatra singing in my ear

shirt sleeves rolled up, wind drifting through hand written pages

I lift my arm up, several pages take flight

frantically I pick up the completed pages and give chase

I collect the pages as they glide through the air

all but one

her hand collects the page before I reach it

she lifts her head, I see that beautiful smile

the smile that lights up the darkest of days

two words drift through the breeze

“finders keepers”

she has found my attention, I hope she intends to keep it

her arm moves, offering her empty hand

I throw the papers in the air

watch them fall gracefully

my legs begin to run through the cloud of sheets

our hands meet

she smiles again, pulling me through the woods

I lose track of time entirely as we run whilst laughing

we stumble over plants until we reach a door carved into a tree

through the door is everything and anything

an infinity of situations

utter absurdity and transcendence of the laws of physics

she laughs and shakes her head

the door does not interest her

instead she pulls me back in the direction we came

her voice like a violin concerto in the wind

“no I rather like this dream, it’ll do just fine” she declares

she rushes ahead to collect the pages from among the grass

the final page is slotted into place from her pocket

I sit down against the tree, starting to rearrange the pages

she lays against me, one arm across my chest

her voice sails through the breeze

a vessel on waters without tempest

arranging plans for dinner in the evening

I could listen to her talk for days

I scarcely reply so as to hear her speak more

the wind’s temperature drops harshly

the sun begins to set

time as completely slipped from my grasp

I pass her my jacket, placing it on her shoulder

I promise we’ll return to that place

unsure as to when that would be possible

we begin to run as the moon lights our path

a path leading away from the morning

and the inevitable ending it brings with it

I’m not sure what people will make of it but I smiled a lot while I was writing it and I thought it would only be right for the person who inspired it to see how they improved my day by inspiring me. I’m hoping other people liked it to, either way thank you very much for taking the time to read this. If you have any feedback you’d like to give then please feel free to leave a comment below. I’m hoping to have another piece ready for tomorrow, but until then I hope you all enjoy the rest of your day!

The Other Side of an Hourglass [Poetry Extract]

hour glass

It is the start of another week and so I have prepared another piece to get us off to a (hopefully) good start. It is quite a serious piece based on personal experiences but it is still up beat so an extent as I move on to talk about new opportunities. It’s about new beginnings and learning from mistakes made, and more importantly it’s about not being afraid of your own past. I hope everyone enjoys!

the heart cannot simply be given away

it is a prize to be won

there is no deadline, no expiration date

do not rush the natural process

it is far better to wait countless years unloved

than settle for the first candidate regardless of their destructive capabilities

you risk ever being able to take your heart back

increasing the influence of damaging hands

do not give your heart to someone who cares not for its safety

someone who does not deserve it

do not let one person fool you or break you

no running after someone who does not intend to stay

instead let time take hold

a Murphy’s Law styled approach to potential

if something is meant to be then it will be

do not take a hammer to unmatched jigsaw pieces

the virtue of patience

love cannot be rushed

it is not something humans can make happen instantaneously

two people construct love gradually

brick by brick it is built

not influenced by Puck or Oberon

not orchestrated from atop Olympus

crafted merely by the hands of mortals

the same hands that can take the wall down

when violence becomes frequent the wall falls down

bruises and marks wave the white flag

destructive hands held no more

I believe love exists, unequivocally true love is real

however it is rare

I searched for love in a person that it could not be found in

does my search end here?

merely delayed

it may be on hiatus for weeks, months, years

I do not give up

hearts broken are not lost causes

under bandages and plasters they still beat

pick up the shards of broken glass and wait

wait however long it takes

flip the hourglass and start again

don’t look for love, let it find you

the sun may set at the end of a day

does that signify an end?


kiss the sunrise of another day at dawn

I’m aware it darts around a lot and doesn’t necessarily stick to a set mood but it felt quite good to get my emotions out and do something constructive with them. I hope you enjoyed this piece and found something relatable in it (hopefully not the violence, that’s not fun). If you have any feedback then please feel free to leave a comment below.

Thank you for taking the time to read this, I’ll hopefully see you very soon with a new piece!

Contextual Anomaly [Poetry Extract]


First of all I want to say thank you to everyone who took the time to read my poetry extract from yesterday. It really meant a lot to me to write it so I’m glad it was so well received. As promised I have prepared another piece for today. It’s not a complete piece but it is an extract from something I’ve been working on. It’s based around the idea that we are lucky to have the people we do in our lives because it’s a complex series of events that brings them to us, and about how people can just be great sometimes. So yeah, a nice positive piece for the mid week, I hope you all enjoy!

circumstance brought her to me

on an otherwise normal day she began to speak

an unexpected turn of events

unplanned and unprepared for

yet now I cannot imagine going a day without speaking to her

it is utter madness to consider

the fact that very specific contextual factors allowed us to meet

a set structure of events constructed the pathway to our first conversation

that specific day, hour, minute, second

if any element were slightly different we may not have met

that’s all it would take

one second

one second out of place has such destructive capabilities

it is terrifying to consider

I was one second away from never meeting the most fantastic person the world has to offer

yet it is far more exciting to realise the opposite happened

that I was indeed in just the right second to meet her

any tangential series of events is unacceptable

what I share with her now is unique

it’s construction has an explanation that will never be found

too complex for scientists to unravel

an unsolved theorem

I am not seeking explanation

I am revelling in celebration of what we have

even if our understanding of time advanced

if the dimensions of time could be shaped and reconstructed by humans

if we could achieve transcendence and travel through time as easily as space

I would not alter a single second

the anomalous occurrence of that day made us

brought us together

it was not of divine construction

nor was it fated or written in the stars centuries ago

it was a chance meeting

a new opportunity

one second

one person in seven billion

we forged a connection gradually

from beautiful unexplained madness

pure chance

and I challenge even time itself to try and tear us apart

I thought it was a nice positive piece and it really kept my spirits up to write it. As always I am grateful to anyone who has taken time out of their day to read this. Please feel free to leave any comments below, I’m open to any feedback. I aim to have another piece ready for tomorrow, but even if this doesn’t happen I will have another ready in time to close off the week.