If you’ve ever wondered about whether your heart simply disappears from your chest within beats–which you probably haven’t, in all fairness–then this poem is for you. If you’ve become suddenly intrigued by that thought and maybe even a little unsettled at the idea of your heart taking a brief excursion from your chest every time it isn’t beating, then this poem is also for you. If this sounds like a load of random nonsense that has no bearing on reality, then this poem may not be for you, but you can still read it. Enjoy the freedom to relish in madness!
Tag Archives: Poetry
Nerve Cells
As my brain dutifully remains in my head – or, at least, I think it does – all day, every day, I think it’s only fair that I dedicate a writing piece to it. After all, it does have to work all day. Weirdly enough, I seem to be doing even more work now that it’s the summer holidays, but my brain manages to keep up somehow, even if it does generate regular headaches. So, aside from treating it with coffee and random bursts of inspiration, I’ve decided to give it the gift of words… that it has to come up with itself. I don’t think I’ve thought this through. Oh well!
Bus Ride
I wrote this poem as part of my senior creative writer position with FOURALL Magazine, and I was lucky enough to have it featured in their seventh issue. Bus Ride takes mental health and the metaphor of an empty bus and explores the ‘road to recovery’ and how it can sometimes be very difficult to begin that process and actually let people in. I hope you enjoy this poem!
Goosebumps
I will admit that, while writing this poem, I got really confused about what it was actually about. It started human and ended up abstract, although it was meant to remain human, and now it feels oddly macabre – at least, to me. I honestly have no idea how you’ll read this and what you’ll take from it, but it left me with a feeling that was a little like an echo, whatever that means. I hope you enjoy it, anyway!
Walking Home
This week’s piece, as you may have guessed, was inspired by my walk home today. It’s funny how you can be taken from inspirational happiness to existential sadness by a single walk, but that’s the way the world is. I tried to combine nature with the impact of the manmade world, but I think the nature always shines through a little more in my poetry. In any case, here’s Walking Home!
Heavy Thoughts
I’ve got a bit of a meta poem for you today! To be honest, I woke up a bit early, sat in bed and thought ‘what am I going to write about?’. I had some work to do and some little bits and pieces to tidy up, but then I sat down and just wrote. This is what happens when I let words just leave me and enter a screen, apparently: some sort of commentary on the actual process and impact of writing itself. Maybe it’s because I’m in a small room with the curtains drawn, so there’s not much else for inspiration – who knows? In any case, I hope you enjoy this poem!
Grey Eyes
Time for a break from the short stories! Get ready for an emotional little poem I wrote called ‘Grey Eyes’, where I experimented with the formatting a little through indenting (completely inspired by my recent studies of Christina Rosetti in college, by the way) and really focused on the placement of the words within the poem. I hope you enjoy it!
Packed In Boxes
In case it isn’t obvious from the title, this poem came about from me moving house–or, more specifically, me moving house with my boyfriend and his family. Lots of boxes. Lots of lifting. But also lots of memories of happy times together along with the promise of making more. Having a room called ‘ours’ filled with ‘our’ things is such a beautiful feeling, so I decided to capture the entire experience in this poem!
Wasted
To be completely honest, this poem was born from boredom. I was in class and, having finished my work, turned to a new page in my notebook and wrote down a few lines. Then a few more. Then a couple more, just for good measure. I ended up with a poem! Well, I ended up with three. Only one is here today, though, and that’s ‘Wasted’, a commentary on how adults view modern kids’ childhoods as useless and wasted, largely due to screen time and not going outside like in the ‘good old days’.
Identity Haikus
Hey there! Today, we’ve got three haikus which cover the theme of identity. They draw from my own experiences as well as the experiences of others, and, of course, there is an element of fictionality to them. Haikus are amazing, in my opinion. They’re like little bursts of emotion and description, hidden away in three lines. Please enjoy these three!
Oskar Leonard 