A not so poetic poem

Can't stop the hate that's running through my veins. Can't fight the power that forbade me of my freedom. Doomed forever in a melancholic hole of anger and frustrations. Not a single ray of light to show me back to where I belong. A happiness that is now relished by someone more worthy. To have something and not realise it's importance until it's absence is felt may be the cruelest of life's lessons.

school; John Clare

All nature has a feeling by John Clare
All nature has a feeling: woods, fields, brooks
Are life eternal: and in silence they
Speak happiness beyond the reach of books;
There's nothing mortal in them; their decay
Is the green life of change; to pass away
And come again in blooms revivified.
Its birth was heaven, eternal it its stay,
And with the sun and moon shall still abide
Beneath their day and night and heaven wide. 

wasted youth.

Touch my skin

and feel the softness of a fleshy wrist

Run over scars and bumps and rashes

all signficant, 

all a part of me.

Touch my hair

and run your rough, rough hands through the mess of curls and frizz

Catch your nails in the stories of strands and wisps

London riots

I just think that life should be simpler, don't you? No more of these riots, please. The Earth will crumble with all the hate growing around us. We should never hate. Hate has always been too strong a word. Though i am in a terrible imposition to say such a thing as i am rather guilty for having such venom in my blood as hate. Controlling my emotions, creating an inability to carry on suitably well in my daily mundane routines. However, enough is enough. I will stop this immediately. No more unhappiness. No more bipolar-like attitude. I will that cheerful girl i once was... Soon.

I returned the books i borrowed from the library earlier today. John Keats' poems were rather pleasant but i must say John Clare has made quite an impression on me. His poems were deep and well written. I enjoyed reading most of his poems. However there were only so few i was allowed to read in the book of collective poems. I tried searching for his works in the library but to no avail. There was none. Woodlands Regional Library, you have disappointed me! I shall search elsewhere, but until then the internet is useful enough. 

x

i carry it in my heart.

I carry your heart

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)