Sunday 17 April 2016
Monday 11 April 2016
Faces in the trees
It was quite a sight to see.
I look up and all there is to see are trees.
On closer inspection the different forms and limbs start to morph and combine.
When so many patterns, objects and faces come to mind.
Some are scary things and others are not.
Sometimes the good things change their face.
Other times the evil things turn good.
In this place of the trees.
Its dosent much matter matter.
I look up and all there is to see are trees.
On closer inspection the different forms and limbs start to morph and combine.
When so many patterns, objects and faces come to mind.
Some are scary things and others are not.
Sometimes the good things change their face.
Other times the evil things turn good.
In this place of the trees.
Its dosent much matter matter.
Sunday 10 April 2016
Combination on lock
Brain is dead, no thoughts.
I don’t want to be saved because it’s already too late.
Love is like that ulcer that you keep tonguing.
Slipping through space and time. Wondering if you’ll be mine.
Now I can’t rap and I can’t sing. But soon you will see I do this thing where I say words.
Live fast and it will break you. Die young. It will make you.
I don’t want to be saved because it’s already too late.
Love is like that ulcer that you keep tonguing.
Slipping through space and time. Wondering if you’ll be mine.
Now I can’t rap and I can’t sing. But soon you will see I do this thing where I say words.
Live fast and it will break you. Die young. It will make you.
A side note to this poem - I always have a note in my phone chocked full of phrases and little bits and bobs I think of but have no use for. One day I was reading down it and was incredibly surprised when it read this beautiful. I haven’t changed or rearranged anything here it’s just how I wrote each snippet.
Wednesday 6 April 2016
The story of the two trees
This is the story of two trees.
One grew straight and the other crooked.
The straight tree always passed judgment on his brother for being crooked and not growing straight. He used to laugh and remind him that he was growing the wrong way.
Until one day the lumberjacks came through and said to cut all the straight trees down.
Goes to show even the best of us get cut down to size.
- wristcutters a love story
One grew straight and the other crooked.
The straight tree always passed judgment on his brother for being crooked and not growing straight. He used to laugh and remind him that he was growing the wrong way.
Until one day the lumberjacks came through and said to cut all the straight trees down.
Goes to show even the best of us get cut down to size.
- wristcutters a love story
Ignition
These red thoughts are warm and fuzzy.
These thoughts are fun and buzzy.
These warm feelings are funny.
These fuzzy feelings are clearing.
These thoughts are fun and buzzy.
These warm feelings are funny.
These fuzzy feelings are clearing.
Tuesday 5 April 2016
New times to come
My thoughts are translucent and thick.
It’s a strange feeling to be sure.
A feeling I’ve not felt before.
Breathing deep has always been a problem.
But for some reason these days there isn’t resistance.
No weight pressing down on my chest.
No short scared breaths.
I can hear my self from with in.
It’s a strange feeling to be sure.
A feeling I’ve not felt before.
Breathing deep has always been a problem.
But for some reason these days there isn’t resistance.
No weight pressing down on my chest.
No short scared breaths.
I can hear my self from with in.
Saturday 2 April 2016
Ultra violet
Some times I want to crawl out of this skin of mine.
Some times I want to change my mind.
Make mistakes and dance all night.
Say fuck it to the world.
Some times I want to fly like Icarus.
Shoot so far and super fast, burn like hell to make it last.
Some times I want to change my mind.
Make mistakes and dance all night.
Say fuck it to the world.
Some times I want to fly like Icarus.
Shoot so far and super fast, burn like hell to make it last.
L
The horror these eyes have seen.
Nothing on the surface to see, he seems normal enough.
The bad times are bad but the worst times are still to come.
You know you can’t run from a demon when you have nightmares when your awake.
He flinches from a force that can no longer hurt him.
And yet still continues to cause him pain.
He twitches from the thought of the event. Both seeing it as a blur and crystal clear in his head.
He is confused.
The voice taunts him from afar and sometimes takes the time to find him where he had been hiding.
He feels sick to his stomach. Other people feel rage and anger. But these are not the emotions he harbors In his heart.
He dosent know what this world is coming to. Nor does he know if he wants to be apart of it.
Every time he sees something in this world worth living for he gets crushed and shunted aside like yesterday’s news.
Every time he sees a light it’s always dimmed by his views.
They say to him time heals everything. But he knows that’s a sour truth. Because be that as it may it’s also the slow ticking of that same clock that kills.
How can someone die if they hadn’t ever lived he wonders to him self.
He shan’t think about this morbid subject lightly. For everything has its timing.
Nothing on the surface to see, he seems normal enough.
The bad times are bad but the worst times are still to come.
You know you can’t run from a demon when you have nightmares when your awake.
He flinches from a force that can no longer hurt him.
And yet still continues to cause him pain.
He twitches from the thought of the event. Both seeing it as a blur and crystal clear in his head.
He is confused.
The voice taunts him from afar and sometimes takes the time to find him where he had been hiding.
He feels sick to his stomach. Other people feel rage and anger. But these are not the emotions he harbors In his heart.
He dosent know what this world is coming to. Nor does he know if he wants to be apart of it.
Every time he sees something in this world worth living for he gets crushed and shunted aside like yesterday’s news.
Every time he sees a light it’s always dimmed by his views.
They say to him time heals everything. But he knows that’s a sour truth. Because be that as it may it’s also the slow ticking of that same clock that kills.
How can someone die if they hadn’t ever lived he wonders to him self.
He shan’t think about this morbid subject lightly. For everything has its timing.
Polarize
Searching for meaning in This vast ocean of people.
Society has a place for you, behind a desk.
Your outfit is chosen.
Your identity subdued.
The boot of society stamping out the difference in he rest.
Colours are too hard to handle.
Black and white convictions.
Never changing ideas and jurisdictions.
Society has a place for you, behind a desk.
Your outfit is chosen.
Your identity subdued.
The boot of society stamping out the difference in he rest.
Colours are too hard to handle.
Black and white convictions.
Never changing ideas and jurisdictions.
Listen to me.
That’s all I ask.
I know you hear me but the words don’t sink in.
We talk for hours only for you to turn around and ask all the same questions.
I might be quiet or you might be deaf.
But for 20 years of my life I feel I haven’t been heard yet.
It’s not fair, it’s not ok.
I want to talk about these feelings in my brain.
You shoot me down like I’m a lead Zeppelin.
My none existent confidence cant stand it.
I can barley breath around you for fear I might do it wrong.
Just listen to me and I will tell you.
That’s all I ask.
I know you hear me but the words don’t sink in.
We talk for hours only for you to turn around and ask all the same questions.
I might be quiet or you might be deaf.
But for 20 years of my life I feel I haven’t been heard yet.
It’s not fair, it’s not ok.
I want to talk about these feelings in my brain.
You shoot me down like I’m a lead Zeppelin.
My none existent confidence cant stand it.
I can barley breath around you for fear I might do it wrong.
Just listen to me and I will tell you.
Sunday 27 March 2016
Save the moment
Think about all those times you have ever been stressed out or feel like your running on your reserve energy. Think about all those dead lines missed and the ones that are fast approaching!
NOW STOP! just for one moment think about your self. make your self that cuppa and put your feet up. Take the time to go for a walk. An hour out of your day will not kill you!
We need to start thinking about the little things. Often we breeze through life taking every little thing for granted. Why? There is no fun in not caring about how things work, how things act or feel. Our fingers are so used to the feel of the smooth glass of our phones or the plastic keys on our keyboard that we use so much. Our senses are plagued by the same boring things each day. The smell of coffee in the morning, the smooth leather of the steering wheels, the familiar squeak of our desk chairs, phones going off and people talking.
Our bodies have been subjected to the same routine for so long we have forgotten the feel of nature, the silence of the nights, the smell of fresh rain. once upon a time rain was a thing to be celebrated, something to play in, something to enjoy! Now its just a hindrance to our routine.
The baking sun is now our enemy, something to be enjoying in moderation.
Well Im here to tell you, to go out in the rain, enjoy the heat and warmth of the suns rays. Go out for a walk. Not because you have to but because you want to. To truly be happy we need balance in our lives and I think that we have lost the balance between nature and suburbia. existing and living.
Now its up to you to take this further and explore the possibilities, a 10 minute walk will be far better for you and a lot more interesting than 10 minutes spent on Facebook. Just think about it!
Friday 25 March 2016
That fucking beach.
Sands and sea Stretches on for eternity.
No one on it but me.
I’m all alone, no one on the horizon but my own shitty company.
My thoughts slipping and jumbled like the sand under my feet.
The sun will rise and fall just like it does, every day.
The only stable thing in my life if this chain of suns and moons, forever spinning together.
Why can’t people be like that! There with you forever.
That’s just it. Nothing is forever.
Sands and sea Stretches on for eternity.
No one on it but me.
I’m all alone, no one on the horizon but my own shitty company.
My thoughts slipping and jumbled like the sand under my feet.
The sun will rise and fall just like it does, every day.
The only stable thing in my life if this chain of suns and moons, forever spinning together.
Why can’t people be like that! There with you forever.
That’s just it. Nothing is forever.
Wednesday 23 March 2016
Mushrooms
Nerves going crazy.
Swallowing hard,
This won’t faze me.
Ready for a ride.
Waiting for the colours to collide,
Swirl and turn.
No thoughts can I hide.
Mind open like a field of flowers,
my body floats with it’s own power.
Eyes alive and wide.
Questioning the wise, on there level for the night.
Feeling euphoric, I close my eyes all I see is the universe.
But why?
Getting heavy now.
I try to run.
No corners in my mind,
I can’t hide.
Breathing stops for years.
Falling from they sky reduced to tears.
Tears of happiness, laughter or pain?
Who knows?
Going Insane.
Falling and flying I go to bed.
Delirious pictures In my head.
Feeling grounded I open my eyes to morning.
My night on mushies,
How extraordinary.
Swallowing hard,
This won’t faze me.
Ready for a ride.
Waiting for the colours to collide,
Swirl and turn.
No thoughts can I hide.
Mind open like a field of flowers,
my body floats with it’s own power.
Eyes alive and wide.
Questioning the wise, on there level for the night.
Feeling euphoric, I close my eyes all I see is the universe.
But why?
Getting heavy now.
I try to run.
No corners in my mind,
I can’t hide.
Breathing stops for years.
Falling from they sky reduced to tears.
Tears of happiness, laughter or pain?
Who knows?
Going Insane.
Falling and flying I go to bed.
Delirious pictures In my head.
Feeling grounded I open my eyes to morning.
My night on mushies,
How extraordinary.
Tuesday 22 March 2016
The Hi Club
The filthy green song that the unlikely siren sings is always so enticing.
Bubbling away in the corner over there always talking about impossibilities and all things unfair.
Cloudy and clear both at the same time the very thought is divine.
Slipping into a psychosis she can’t see past, she puts her head in her hands and hopes it lasts.
Self induced confusion paid by the gram. Burning her money with out a care.
Bubbling away in the corner over there always talking about impossibilities and all things unfair.
Cloudy and clear both at the same time the very thought is divine.
Slipping into a psychosis she can’t see past, she puts her head in her hands and hopes it lasts.
Self induced confusion paid by the gram. Burning her money with out a care.
Monday 21 March 2016
Sorrow song
Ill sing to the wind.
Carry my song away.
Voices In my head.
I can’t get them out. Here to stay.
Where have you gone.
I need you today.
Where have I gone. So far away.
When I’m at home. Wish you were here.
It’s not the same without you my dear.
Carry my song away.
Voices In my head.
I can’t get them out. Here to stay.
Where have you gone.
I need you today.
Where have I gone. So far away.
When I’m at home. Wish you were here.
It’s not the same without you my dear.
Land of bush
Take me away, to a land of bush.
Under open blue sky’s, ill find my nook.
Bird songs in the breeze.
A stream flowing past my feet.
Air, light and crisp. Easy to take in unlike this air heavy and thick.
My mind wanders through a Forrest so green. Reaching out I can feel the trees.
This is where I belong.
Take me to the land of bush.
Under open blue sky’s, ill find my nook.
Bird songs in the breeze.
A stream flowing past my feet.
Air, light and crisp. Easy to take in unlike this air heavy and thick.
My mind wanders through a Forrest so green. Reaching out I can feel the trees.
This is where I belong.
Take me to the land of bush.
Sleep now
My eyes are heavy.
My breath short and timid.
My dreams painted in my mind so vivid.
I can feel my self slip into another nightly coma.
Hoping I wake up again.
But for now, my eyes are still heavy.
My breath short and timid.
My dreams painted in my mind so vivid.
I can feel my self slip into another nightly coma.
Hoping I wake up again.
But for now, my eyes are still heavy.
R
The lights shone bright in her eyes.
A twinkle unshaken by circumstance.
A face like a flower So full and open.
Her smile lingers for hours to make our lives brighter.
She is it.
My lotus.
A twinkle unshaken by circumstance.
A face like a flower So full and open.
Her smile lingers for hours to make our lives brighter.
She is it.
My lotus.
Monsoon
My mind is a cloud.
Light and fluffy one day.
Dark and heavy the next.
The rain builds up.
The longer I stay calm the more I lose control.
I’m waiting for that storm to hit.
The one that ends it all.
Light and fluffy one day.
Dark and heavy the next.
The rain builds up.
The longer I stay calm the more I lose control.
I’m waiting for that storm to hit.
The one that ends it all.
Headache
Headache
Head ache
He ad ac he
Pounding throbbing little storm in my head.
Angry clouds with no silver lining.
Thinking hurts.
Head ache
He ad ac he
Pounding throbbing little storm in my head.
Angry clouds with no silver lining.
Thinking hurts.
Hi there im Poat
Hi my name is Poat and this is my little blog about my thoughts, poems and various other things I want to write about. Im always open for a chat or constructive criticism.
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