Monthly Archives: July 2014

The best of two beautiful storms

The best of two beautiful stormsA little festival

between us.
This great invention

to display our emotions of wanting:

to turn pain on Earth

to make you smile

“I’m here for you”

you understand

there’s nothing left because you knew.

 

 

 

…I’ve posted this poem about 10 times and each time I post it the format looks awful. This is my final attempt of posting it so please forgive my poor soul if it appears shit.

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A letter to you

Dear whoever

Dear whoever

 

don’t stress

stop waiting

you can not be silent

forget.

 

you are the thing people don’t understand

humans leave

the world is about pain.

 

sincerely Becky Forbes

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And the cold air accumulates

I saw a tear on my left leather boot

last Wednesday evening.

I continued to wear them

because they still carried out their duties,

such as walking through tinnitus, beacons and illusions.

I knew they weren’t in a good condition.

Now I’m sat in a hospital.

My skinny jeans are restricting me

and I watch patients float through on trolleys.

The medics behind are camouflaged

and their voices contrast.

I wish I wasn’t so arrogant.

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Adjacent to the gentle animal

 

20140704-223442-81282750.jpgLast night I dreamt of the

free flying,

soft singing,

beautiful bird.

 

Its eyes were comparable,

its colours were interminable,

its voice was admirable.

 

I followed its song

through that short night

and when I woke up,

it was next to me.

 

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The most painful things as a blogger/writer…

  1. When your laptop over-heats and dies and demolishes your words right before your eyes. I wish I had a photographic memory.
  2. When you have the sudden urge to write (it’s like being desperate for a wee)- nobody understands your compulsion to write unless they have been in the same situation (and as an eighteen year old, not many of my friends understand this craving).
  3. When you highlight all of your work to change the font or make it bold and you delete all of your fucking work. And yes, that has just happened to me. And yes, this is the reason why I’ve just written this post.

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