Untitled poem

This is awful, but I thought I should post it anyway, as I haven't posted in a long time. Sorry :( just very ill at the moment and currently feeling very uninspired :( sorry

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There’s nothing I can do
No, nothing quite at all
To make you understand
The reason for my fall
Lets take a drop of whispers
Of weathered melodies
And slice them up together
With distant memories

Lets take a finger and scratch it
Scratch the fear away
After all it doesn’t matter
It’s gone by yesterday
I have something to tell you
There’s something on my mind
Yet your sitting here, my witness
With the problems I can’t find

Why is that I struggle?
To find the words to gasp
Whilst all the time I’m hiding
Behind the harshest masks
I have something to tell you
But you’ll never offer ears
So instead I’ll guess I’ll drown you
In hiccups and in tears

Why is it that I whimper
When there’s nothing wrong at all?
Or maybe that’s the reason
A reason for the fall
There’s a something deep inside of throat
A croaking
Yet it’s quite remote
You had a time when nothing seemed
Pleasant, spectacular
You departed in dreams

Why is it that I see in you what I used to see in me?
The way you simply turn away
When your eyes decline to see
There’s someone trapped inside of you
Please let me set them free

I know this isn’t poetry
This isn’t even work
This is simply just a expression
Of how much I am hurt
Sometimes I feel I’ve glass shards
In the corners of my eyes
And that every time I nearly succeed
I’m losing due to lies

Why is that there’s others
I wish that I could hold
Why is it that I’m losing (them)
My story seems foretold
Great things I wished to happen
Back when I was too young
Yet now I feel so different
I’ve been bitter, I’ve been stung

Why is it that I’m petty?
This writing isn’t mine
In fact I’d never write this script
These words don’t intertwine
It’s not the thoughts I like to think
It’s not the words I use
I’ve lost my portrait,
I need inspiration, I need a muse

Why is there nothing left for me to bring me back to I
I guess you’re getting tiresome now
(Let’s call this verse Goodbye.)
I’ve released something into words I wouldn’t normally speak
Just listen close
Just open, please.
I’m drowning, and I’m weak.

~ misshapenskies

I've been in France!

Sorry I haven't posted for a few days, I've been in Amiens - France. But expect (within the next day or so) posts about what I did there :)

New posts coming soon

~ misshapenskies

(1) What comes to mind..

I thought I'd share with you something I wrote just now, whilst just thinking. Sometimes, just 5 minutes of quiet reflection can really help your writing.

This is currently untitled :)

Redcanna by Georgia O'Keefe

A hallucinogenic palette,
this scene of the warbled sun
intertwined with ribbons.
 
A brush of femininity
warbled creases
Seem to overlap
Creating a stifling wasteland 

~misshapenskies

Comitatu

A friend of mine bought me a book a while ago called The Writers Block which is literally a little block book with ideas and one word prompts for writers suffering from writers block. This poem that I wrote was a product of my "sudden decline of work D:" and although it's not perfect, and needs a lot of work - I thought I would upload it anyway - IT'S SOMETHING.

Here is Comitatu:



Comitatu

My imagination is currently at the station. 
I’m sat down on benches,
Hands stuck to gum
I gaze at the tracks
Smile, breath and sit back
Examining the grooves
and the patterns of my thumb

Individualistic tendencies
I’m constantly thinking of conspiracies
Knitting up ideas in a cardboard box
Then I look down and see the stitches
Drop, and it’s hard
to keep out of my mind
But when I open the lock
I can’t seem to find, the reason
As to why
I can’t seem to write

I’m losing inspiration
Still here at the station
Then suddenly I see a train fly by
Its shot like a catapult
Running, racing, catch it
STOP!
is it my fault if I can’t see it?

All the ideas are at the next junction
My mind is jammed
It simply won’t function

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Surgery

This poem I wrote a few weeks ago, as a way of relief - I've suffered from depression before and luckily I have poetry as a way of dealing with it. Luckily I've been fine recently :) but sometimes the memories of my "black" year come crawling back (as my doctor used to call it). This peice of poetry is about finding the answers, curiousity, and self-loathing which I'm sure any of you reading this HAVE been through at some point. We all have something about ourselves that we don't like or wish wasn't there. For me, discovering myself and improving my self-esteem has been a long and tirersome upheavel - and I'm still not confident (probably never will be). I called it 'Surgery' because I feel as though although I don't want surgery sometimes I want to perform MENTAL surgery on my attitudes towards my body and personality. I'm not sure if anyone else feels like this, but sometimes I feel like I'm five different people! Anyway, if you would like to know anything else about the poem, send me a message or comment :) Here is SurgerySurgery
A droplet at the axis of your nose
pirouetting, you stretch out your tongue ready to catch it
the salty certainty infects your lips
your seasoned lips taint your brain
your brain selects your recollections
and flourishes the height of regret.

You’re arms take you on a journey
and your fiddlers wipe your seasoned lips that try and touch
your elbows - still bruised
your elbows tell your arms to speak to your
Shoulders, which shrug at you
and tell you to mention it to the collarbone
collarbone says it’s simply there for show...
You plead for the comfort of your neck...
 Except it’s chocking on salty certainty.

So you look down to your hands,
the crafters.
 Then you remember what the fiddlers did,
the marvel that they perform
But the horror that they caused you?
So turn them aside in disgust!
You ask your wrists.
Who do I seek?
And the wrists say it’s time to lock onto to your thighs
your thighs say they’re not organized
then you fall to your knees
you say please!
Please, help me where do I go from here?
Why am I being chased?
The knees say they’d help but the legs know the full story

The legs just stand there in all their glory
And say don’t run, just confront and you’ll learn that the
Droplets of sorrow will be gone by-
When?
I bawl and crawl and fall
to the floor
so I can pour her onto my .

She’s marked with stains.
 I’m tainted with names.
I can present the art of shame
 and who am I to blame?
After all,
I hacked my sodden core in half
and shared it with her.~misshapenskies

I do not own this picture - Google Images

Further Clarification

This was a poem I wrote about a year ago. There used to be a place where I would go when I just needed to sit and think - and this poem is about that. Feel free to comment :) criticism is what I need!

Further clarification

 Out I bound

To this occasional

 Loquacious spring wonderland

A garden so serene in the dawn of frost

Yet others would see as none

I see so much more

Than the Simple

Sepia of that sky

I will deny the primary colours

They are not the sky

The greens and blues

Begin to fuse

Creating something more

On my tongue, catching the warmth in my eyes

I taste the nature of my place

In the black shadow of my hair

This escape for my emotions

Thus is cardinal

And as I gaze through my

Sealed lids that picture only reality

I look at the dancing figure that is me

A spinning little filigree

Once my questions are answered

I’ll thank the sun that sets

In the west

Winking at my grin

Laughing with the soft wind

Then, as it gives me one last soft kiss

I’ll turn my back

To the old oak tree

 Gone,

 skipping back in my crisp white blouse

~ misshapenskies

I do not own the picture.

Decided to write a haiku!



MY HAIKU



I read a play a while ago called Haiku by Katherine Snodgrass and thought it was very detailed and interesting piece of work (a recommended read DEFINITELY). It's a truly wonderful play about the connections of female family members and the haiku's in it are great :)

Anyway, this is what I wrote (not even sure if it's a proper Haiku)


I’ve seen dogs lick tears
and the beggar man believe
On the bitter nights

What to learn how to write one?
^ follow this link, come on have a go ;)

Cloud Nine

This poem is one I wrote a while ago, I'm not sure what brought it on...
Anyway, critical comments are appreciated and I would love to hear what people think!
So without further ado, here is Cloud Nine

Cloud Nine

Haze

 stroke withdrawn cheeks

I wish to feel your depth,

suppleness of your nonentity in my

Clammed, sticky palms

Oh and how you look tonight

You knew it was an occasion to be remembered

To be hallowed

Heads will roll, to undergo

that essence of baptism

Once upon the hours of owls

 Held out a dove

And gave me a slice of

Cloud nine,

Which is what was, and now is mine.

Nightfall has a frayed black halo,

these echoes shall ring through horns

With remembrance, bound upon spite

In Twilight - I shall mourn.

First Sonnet

I wrote a sonnet for someone... It's not as easy as it looks trust me!

The reservoir
Back in the meadow seeking after him
Chasing bicycles down dreary lanes with
window panes and my feet on the brim of
 the sundown with my limbs rising weary.

Sitting we saw the altostratus clouds
like blankets that swept over the wise words
abruptly my worry seemed draped in shrouds
this atmosphere was convulsing with birds.

Swallows curled up in gratis ecstasy.
Our thumbs had a pulse with murmurations,
of what we hunted and needed to see.
You gave various clarifications.

For I see continual joy amid bliss
Look there, sweet eyelash – make your ceaseless wish.

This is very sweet, I found it on an article
the other day about optical illusions.

A welcome note



Well hello there *peeps out from behind corner*
I'm Hannah (but you can call me whatever ^_^ I don't mind), and I'm here to post some poetry and other little bits of writing that I occaisionally do.

Now, I'm not here to do blogs about nothing or gifs or whatknot! I'm here for a purpose - to share my writing with you <3 and hopefully you might like it
So I thought I would make this short and sweet seeing as it's my first one. But I just wanted to say I'll be posting art/photography on here as well!

~ misshapenskies
P.S. Have a look at my Google+ account if you want :)



^ Haha, that's what I look like -.-