Loon

I've actually seldom
Had nothing to say before
This very day

I seldom have
Nothing to say at all
These old days

I wish you
Were right here by my
Sweet side now

The days are
Long and I miss you
And I am

Collapsing in on
Myself and callousing not that
I know what

Callousing means. You
Mean a lot to me
You know that

I am now
Collapsing in on myself now
Can someone write

This essay for
Me please? Can someone write
This for me?

xxx Night night

The World's Colours

It's all gotten too much
I don't care what you say
Guys, wake the fuck up
And put your phones away

I don't want any pictures
I just want to feel love
Now throw away that rubbish
And wake up to the world.

Don't let the moments pass you
As you catch them on your screen
Phones don't do well- to me, it seems
The world's colours are more real.

Put away your facebook
And tell me how you feel
Life will come and go and pass
The world's colours are more real.

Essay-Writing Prescription- Actually, I just reccommend trying to answer seminar questions first.

SAz

In her desperation, she called me at night;

She plead How does a student

An essay write?

Well child 

First off there's food, the biscuits and tea

And always have lunch at a quarter-to-three

The earl grey and digestives will get you through this

And always have breakfast, don't give it a miss.

But surely not? The girl said

Surely food will not write me my essays?

Well child

Books, you will read, first all night and all day

Their thoughts you will read, quotatins obtain

Stats you will find, and stories and fears

You will right them all down; but don't plagiarise ideas-

You will quote every author, they will feel like a friend

After all, you have 'met' them again and again

Then link your ideas on a big piece of paper

Then right it all up and ADD THE QUOTATIONS.

Quotations, she smiled, thanks sir, I'm good to go. 

Ah, not so quickly- you're missing your hope.

Hope, cried the student, sir, hope cannot write!

It is hope, dear, that lead you to call me at night.

The madness and sadness, 

Insanity,

Inspiration,

Desperation,

Perspiration,

And don't give me no resignation

You've got to be mad

At least just a tad

To write an essay.

String each sentence together, 

Just give me one word,

It takes hope,

It takes guts,

It takes fear,

It takes love.

Love? exclaimed my pupil.

Yes, love. For if we can't love our projects,

We can't love anyone.

Now go, my dear pupil

And get your essay done!

She thanked me, my student

And then she was gone

She was somewhat surprised,

She couldn't have known

That love gets us out of bed each day

-Love for our lives, love for our way

And once you find you are at peace with yourself

Well, perhaps you'll just find

You can write your damned essay.

Day 2, Part 2. If You Came Home

Written 2 weeks ago, want to publish it symbolically.

If You Came Home

Dedicated to my sister

If you came home

Only once in a while

You'd not believe how much that would make me smile

If you paid home a visit

Once within that blue moon

I wouldn't sit in your bedroom

Wishing for you.

Day 2, Part 1: The Knife

Okay, I've got a couple of poems lined up today: today's first one is The Knife

The Knife

Oh, won't you stop talking

Stop looking at me

Quit all that talking

And take your knife out of me

Your words cannot save me

They just cause me pain

Stop twisting that handle

Just love me again.

Day 1 of NaPoWriMo 2K14

Hello. I'm back again. Look at that. Sooo many ideas!

I had several poems in mind (quite possibly) and here's the first one:

I Left Out A Letter by Susanna Chapman

Sunny Sunday in April;

I was painted in green

I found a dark letter

Somehow meant to be seen.

I tidied my room, 

Placing it on a dresser

Perhaps, if you saw it

You'd know my pain better.

Between keyrings and strepsils,

As steely silver as sweet,

I placed the naked paper

For your eyes to see.

Just three keywords on offer

That kinda just said it all

That showed my life's struggle

And how I feel so small.

You walked into my room

Later that day

You looked all around it;

Didn't have a lot to say.

I know that you read it

But you needn't admit;

You know that I'm trying

And that's really it.

I left out a letter 

For just you to see

I hoped you'd look at my life

Differently