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 The writer,

the writer in me is ready,

ready to spring free,

free our words,

words to the world,

the world better be ready,

ready to connect with our mind,

mind your business,

business being my heart, 

heart is what we will give,

give our heart and soul,

soul on a platter,

platter, eat my words and weep.


eat my words

Thursday, 4 February 2021

I am back and it's the new year and we are already five days in. As you may or may not have noticed I have not continued my daily posts into the new year. I have been giving it much thought, and I am going to be honest with you guys; last year when I was trying so hard to post daily and catch up with missed days at times I was not posting the best content.
 I'm not saying everything I posted wasn't at a high standard because some of the posts I made last year have god honest been some of my best work.  In the last few months of 2016 I began to get lazy, posting things that I didn't even care that much about, like my acrostic poems that didn't bare much soul, passion or heart, the three things I put into something I genuinely work hard at.
 I don't want a rerun of last year on my blog. Of course, I am overwhelmed that it reached 10K views, I just want to be posting better content. Content that I enjoy writing, and I don't want to feel obligated to churn out work. I adore my blog, and I want the best for it. I want the writing I do post to be quality and have passion put in. If this means not posting every day then so be it. 
I'm not sticking to an agenda this year, I want to express my thoughts and feelings as well my poetry and writing on here, I want the freedom to post whatever I feel like. I want 2017 to be the best it can be, I want my blog to be at a much higher standard, for you guys and for myself. So expect some change around here, maybe a new layout, more images added to my posts, and much more of my heart into this blog.
I am so excited for the year ahead, it's possibly going to be the most important year of my life, and I want you guys to be a part of that every step. I cannot wait to share my adventurous, goals, experiences and just life with you guys. I wish you all a prosperous 2017, and may the odds be ever in your favour!

Hello 2017

Thursday, 5 January 2017

Hurt me if you will
Eventually I will heal
After the last I did and I will again
Really I am ready and willing
To infinity and beyong

heart

Tuesday, 13 December 2016

The heart wants what the heart wants... and hers wanted the waves. The waves that drift her to adventures, and wash up her dreams amongst foreign shores. Her heart yearned for the blue wonders that the ocean offered her, her thoughts belonged to the salty waters. Her life on land was like a cage, only amongst the waves she would ever be truly free. Her feet may be on land but her heart was at sea.

Waves

Tuesday, 16 August 2016

I feel like it has taken me a while to get here. Admitting to  myself I finally need to move forward, and let go of the stupid things that have happened. My biggest realization is that I am not completely sane, and I needed to take a step back. So, what I am really saying is that I will no longer dwell on our conversations. Or how messed up things became, but admittedly I am not the only person to blame here. Reminders of what has happened are pretty constant, and really it isn't that big of a deal anyways. Reality is that I am done, I'm ready to forgive and move forward. Years to come I'll laugh at how stupid we've been. Can we move forward, learn from this and just regain some form of normality?

Move Forward

Tuesday, 5 July 2016

https://plus.google.com/101854766038682833602/posts/XJ59SwY3yAH

I received this comment today on Saturday's post about my favourite words, a very thought provoking comment. It made me realise I'm not very good at differentiating what my heart and head needs, I usually just pursue them as the same thing. But then the heart is for feeling, it's your inner desires, it all those things you can't help feeling for. The random things in life that make your chest warm, like the trail of cards on my left from my seat to another, I just sat down here. Little sparks of inspiration, probably write a poem about it later.
For some reason I am unable to respond directly to the comment, I like reading thought provoking things and well I felt it was only justly to respond at least with this post.
The comment read (if you didn't follow the link)


"what you have shared is what your brain thinks, what your brain likes.


what bout your heart??" from user Smit Sukhadia



First of all I'd like to thank you for commenting, I do enjoy talking to people and discussing my posts with them. Mostly, thank you for provoking my thoughts.

What does my heart like? Are those the moments where I squeal of excitement at the awkward love of Sheldon and Amy, or the heartfelt sobs of departure from Andy and his toys. Or is the dark thoughts that prevail my body as I hold my pillow tightly to my chest longing for someone.  Do I mention the walls? Afraid to write things on my own paper afraid of judgement or my own words being used against me, fuck it now more. I need to let my heart out, what does my heart like? My heart likes the moments before I fall asleep, after an emotional day and I'm in that fuzzy state, where it feels like angels flying and my body sinking into the sheets. Like floating into dream world for a few hours.


Or maybe it's all my brain, that's where the thinking happens? The thinking that pains my heart. Running a fuss with imaginative scenarios and passing time with what if's and dwelling on shit that happened years ago. Sure the heart can feel, but it's the brain's fault.

Real Comment

Monday, 18 April 2016

- Wednesday's post -

Two tables behind me
I wish it were a thousands miles.
You're not even close
Yet I can feel your breathing.

My nerves are high
But my feelings are low
Your eyes are harsh
But your lips are soft.

Pushed against me you feel so right
Your childish whimpers in my heart
You're frighteningly fierce; reminding me it's wrong
We both know we are probably better apart.

You shadow me as I wonder
I fight the tears; avoiding the plunder
You're distancing yourself further from me
I want to push and pull be rid of you.

You mask my thoughts
Turning the coils
Twisting my heart clock
And winding me up

The ticking my breathing
Number my nerves
The chime my calling
Ringing for you...

Tick tock
Tick tock...

Heart Clock

Thursday, 3 March 2016

I think I'm crazy, maybe even imaginative. What if I'm crazy with imagination? On the outside I appear dull, ugly even. But in my head that's not the case. In my head there is beauty, love, passion and devotion. Thoughts of things that haven't occurred  yet, or will never occur. My thoughts are in love and my heart agrees with it.  My imagination will pick up on a feeling and run with it, whilst dragging my heart behind it, letting it hit every bump in the road. I'll meet a person and my head I will know them a lifetime, we'll soon be having adventures and laying in each other's arms, the things that can only happen in my head. It doesn't matter if I have things to do, my thoughts will break through the dreary work. Spark a thought, ignite a feeling; setting my heart up into flames.  I get ahead of myself, ahead of life. Allowing myself to not see life pass before me, for I will always have my thoughts, they don't pass with life; they only broaden.

In my thoughts

Friday, 15 January 2016

Why can't thing just happens and we take notes and we move onto the next thing life presents us with. Instead we are left of the reminder in our hearts, a constantly weight on our hearts. It's demanding, in the background noise you can hear  it screaming out "I'm I'm pain help me" "I'm breaking hold me together" "I'm broken heal me" even when you're busy it's moping around "Why does it hurt so much" "whose heart could inflict this onto anothers". It's never a clean cut when it comes to damage, it doesn't just come and go. No it makes sure you're left with the evidence, the sweet memories and the abrupt end.
People come into your life, you get used to their presence and you begin to like them, maybe a lot more than you would like an ordinary person, and then they leave you life with a wreckage. And where does that leave you? It leaves you numb and wondering what you were like before you became so accustomed to that person.
You never really move on, you just find something to cover up the constant damage. You meet new people and it's a cycle each time they cause more damage and each time it's covered up again. Until you're left with yourself and a badly taped pain in your chest.
Are we the problem? Do we cause our own heartache?

Damage

Saturday, 28 November 2015

- Just a little piece that I wrote in the December of 2014 -

With you all it ever is or has been is a game of hearts. A battle and restrain. Sometimes good and thrilling but most of the time heart aching and painful. With our game of hearts it is never just one round, it repeats itself, and each and every time round someone always ends up feeling the wrath of it all. The first time it was just playful, but more and more unwanted players hopped on board and forced us the original players to break, we weren't ready.
Before we even tried we ended the game, I threw you away like another little broken piece. You were my little toy that I could have at my own beck and call. For about two years it was the same, started hopeful but ended messily, pushing and huffing. 
A test came to us, roughly two year ago, we went on a whole new journey, the game changed, it turned up a notch, it was thrilling. We were mysterious, it was just us. The tingling sensations we gave one another, we were alive. The little levels we went up, until you dropped the bomb. Shattered me, shattered me for good. The tables were turned, you found a new piece to play with, and I was the one thrown away like nothing. It teared me open, it made me numb, and I went crazy. My limits had be pushed, I didn't want the game to end but I had no choice.
I surrendered to my own little game, numbness cutting into me. I was alone, I felt betrayed. That was the start of my own little mind games, the game I seemed to play myself. Once the journey had ended, I was back at home base, and you weren't there. Not that I cared, I shut the rest of the players out. In the game of hearts, this time my heart was the one that was torn.
You came knocking on the board, explaining yourself. Ditching the old two year game for a brand spanking new five day player, well I torn once more, the board became flooded and I was done. I knew you were naive to think the new game was better and would last, and I was right.
Since then you tried, you attempted to force me back on the board, in the game of hearts your heart was chasing mine, I sank and I wasn't going to allow you to bring me back up. You begged for the rules to be changed, tried to add new players in the game to peak my interest, I had enough of the game. My heart got burnt and I wasn't risking a thing. You became obsessed, you petrified me, scared to ever roll the dice again, with you or anyone.
Despite my reluctance to the game, I still felt it play around my heart. My head wasn't in the game but I'd always knew my heart was trapped. Even after two years of hell I was prepared to restart the game.  I pushed all I had into the center, for a test run, I was willing to re,-enter my heart into the game. You were reluctant, excuses and diversions.
We started, you kept throwing obstacles in my way, you didn't allow our pieces to stand side by side and face the obstacles together. I gambled everything just for you to drop me, send every inch of my heart into all directions. A side player had to push the truth in your way for you to realize and well I had given up. The board was drowned once again, for the very last time. I put my guards up and found new players, players whom held me up, battled you off. The game of hearts ended before it even had begun, and I was the one whom was left to hurt, that game is buried, you sir fellow player have blown my heart into smithereens enough, you shall never get even close to being back into my heart, for us the game of hearts has ended.

A Game Of Hearts

Monday, 29 June 2015