A re-direct note!

Hello, as you can tell my blogger site has been slightly neglected. It's because I'm really enjoying the ways of tumblr and am more recognised there now with great followers - it's a lot more fun! Haha,

So, if you would still like to see my work, I am going to re-direct you to:

http://www.misshapenskies.tumblr.com/

and I'll see you there!

Much love,
Hannah

A note about tumblr

Just to let you,

I've joined tumblr (you're probably thinking: NOOOOOOOO!)

Aha, yes I've joined tumblr, only because I'm collaborating with certain people and it's a lot easier to find young poets/writers on there for some reason o.O not sure why.

However, never fret - I will still be posting here often, and any poems that appear on tumblr will also appear on here.

The link to my site is: www.misshapenskies.tumblr.com

:)

Oh and before I disappear, a shout out to Ian Pindar!
I managed to get in contact with Ian, and his advice was very useful >.<

http://www.ianpindar.blogspot.co.uk/

^ Take a look if you're not busy

~misshapenskies

Currently falling into writers block.

I'm not in a great state at the moment.

This might be a good time to get really bored.

But I can't.

A-Levels soon.

It's time to think positively, otherwise I'm going to be staring failure in the face in August.

Early morning mutterings

A very old one now for you.
I wrote this when I was turning 14 and went on a creative writing course in Arvon, Devon.
Consequently, I stayed in Ted Hughes and Sylvia Plath's old house where they brought up their children :)
It was a fantastic experience and was where I met Caroline Bird (who has inspired me to write poetry properly ever since)

So, wherever you are Caroline - this is for you.


Early morning mutterings


Have you ever kneeled down
And watched the world grow up?
At dawn I saw a delicate feather
Plucked from the oceans above us
I gazed at it
Pirouetting through the breeze
Prancing like a praying mantis
Twirling harmoniously
It was awake,
Simply dancing
The feather walking
The spiral staircase of the air
It lands.

If you shut your eyes to the city
You'll hear it kiss the ground.

~misshapenskies 

Adoration

Just a quick one for you today. It's not finished and I wrote it in about twenty minutes

OH and its pretty bad :/ it's definitely not one of my favourites.
Probably because I wasn't happy whilst writing it.
Ah well, see what you think


Adoration.


Elaborate, would you please on your chosen point
its funny how you think you can win me over.
Hilarious, how I used to fit the joint
in the gap, in the space
between your arms
and when I became lost (so lost)
in your charms.

Don’t pity me on my surely useless debate
its funny how you think I don’t remember.
Hilarious, how I used to say great (?)
We relate, we can stay
In this bottomless pit
and when I spit out my words (my words)
you still seem to think my opinions’ absurd.

Stop reminding me, surely I feel enough guilt.
Its funny how you think I forgave you
Hilarious, how leaning on the stilt,
we shared, and we cared
about our lives and each other.
But it’s nice now, I guess having you as my brother (?)

You told me if you could see them today.
It’s funny how you’ve already drifted
Hilarious, how you’ve gone astray.
We were, we adored
each other you said.
Then why are these thoughts of you still hassling my head?

A question of heads or tails

*PLEASE NOTE* - I got rid of the last stanza, I didn't like it and felt it was innapropriate to what I wanted to deliver in this poem.
Hannah - 27/3/2012

This is my first poem that is deliberately meant to be funny. I mean it's ok if it's not funny >.< but I wanted to give it a shot. If I decide I'm not too sure with this as a poem, I've decided I'm going to develop it into song lyrics :'P haha.

Oh, and this poem may not be my favourite, but I've decided to
dedicate it to 5 lovely people:
1). Alex Hart: because he inspired me to write this, and talked to me about charity the other day. However, I don't think the poem is really about charity. Anyway this is mainly dedicated to Alex because he inspires me I guess x') haha. Also, he likes my poetry ;D which is always good!

2). Sophie Walker: because without her this poem wouldn't be complete. She suddenly sprang to mind when we both needed to pee at London Marleybone X'D (you'll understand when you read). I miss the days when we used to do silly things like that together. :) We have a lot of great memories together although we barely talk/see each other anymore which is such a shame. We were such a quirky pair. In fact, just to prove my adoration for this person to you all, I drew/painted/sketched/took weird artistics pictures of her for my GCSE Art. She's only seen a few of my drawings and paintings of her (the good ones) - thank goodness :'P

3). Benjamin Baruch: because firstly he also writes a blog(http://www.procrastinationoverproductivity.blogspot.com/) and secondly he has recently been talking to me about developing some lyrics with him. If he's interested in this, I will help him possibly develop it into a song version. Haha perhaps skipping out the bit about mine and Sophie's bladder. That might be an idea. But yes Ben is pretty awesome, if you see this and you don't know of Ben or do but haven't seen his blog yet - DO IT NOW I DEMAND THAT YOU DO. Only because he's hilarious and just brilliant.

4). Connor McDougal (I hope I've spelt your last name right, I always get it wrong): Chin up Connor :) this'll probably make you smile. Also Connor writes poetry too, and song-y stuff! But I don't think he posts it online D': which is a shame. He also doesn't think he's amazing at it, when he is - which annoys me :P. Connor has been friends with me since good old year 7. So he knew me when I was some weird little kid obsessed with (my god my brain has gone dead - I'm getting old if it means I can't rememeber what I was obsessed with in year 7 - I bet it was some form of book series)

Theres also one other person, I'm not going to mention who they are, let's just call them Number 5 - I think Number 5 should know who they are if they see this.

Thank you, Number 5 for (somehow) making me want to write properly again as well as more often. I admire you. You've helped a lot.

I should really stop blabbering.


Without any further a-huey here is A question of heads or tails


A question of heads or tails


Four two pennies and a pence
What am I to do with this short change?
Its not like its strange to find
Four two pennies and a pence,
In your left coat pocket;
With tissues from two weeks ago,
Or tickets from the Chiltern Line,
To London Marleybone; on your own,
from when you went to see any old show.

Four two pennies and a pence
9p can't get you far these days
Copper coins on the dreary tramp's trays
'99p! Just 99p! A badge for your charity!' Said he.
Just four two pennies and a pence

Four two pennies and a pence,
I guess I could go down to the arcade,
Pushing pennies and win a lollipop,
Watching the down-pour of chinking coins drop.
A bronze array dated 1917 to 2008
Decapitated Lizzie's shimmer under the date.
But what am I to do?
With a tub of too many pennies and pence.

(Thats when I lost all my copper
I should've known those machines are a damn con.
Now all my brown beauties have gone
So now I'm back to-)

Four two pennies and a pence,
I can't even get the bus home with this!
Maybe I could buy a peice of paper,
A blank cavast and list -
Attempt to think of all the things I could buy
With four two pennies and a pence

Four two pennies and a pence?
Hmm,
I can only think of charity shops
And even now they're selling items
Worth glistening silver
I could pay the street musician
Listen until the melody stops.
Give thanks for his contribution
To the drizzle
He sings as the tears well up
Is he going home tonight?
Maybe I might...
Home tonight.
But he has a home,
So who is he to wail and moan?
Does he really want my
Four two pennies and a pence?

Four two pennies and a pence,
Maybe I'll contribute to the tramps' tray
Perhaps I'll help him buy lunch today
But what will he say?
'Thank you mam
I tip my hat to you
But what am I to do?
Is this bunch of coins of any value?'

~misshapenskies

This is me - a haiku

                Through words I can create
                             Just about anything now
                 Delve into my mind.. <3