She breaks.

Hai. :3

So I wasn't planning on blogging again for a while, but I wrote a new poem already, you lucky people. I couldn't even explain what this one meant when I was asked before I'd finished it! But I pretty much can now I think. Poetry speaks in ways I can't, obviously. Which is weird...since I'm writing the poem...

Anyway! This one's called "She breaks".

Whisper failure in her ear,

Soft and quiet; oh so clear,

Grasp her neck and hold it tight,

Drag her down into the night.

See her pulse beat through her eyes,

Though her skin and her disguise.

Mutilate her iron shell,

Hear her scream and watch her yell,

Yet silent still her lips remain,

Firmly shut, she turns insane.

Tear it down, her cartoon wall,

Ruptured veins; crush her small.

Carve her into quivers and shakes,

Await the day she does not wake.

I dream now of Memories.

Hai!

Okay, it's been a while, huh? I'm sorry! I've had such a bad writers block it's unreal. I've been thinking about writing and just..never had any ideas. Not only that, I've been so anxious about results day that it's been hard to concentrate on writing! But, results day over, I finally managed to write something. I sat down yesterday and though to myself 'I need to write something, it's been so long!', but honestly couldn't. So today I kind of forced this idea upon myself. *shrugs* I hope it's not terrible!

Before I post it though, I'm gonna' update everyone on my oh so exciting life. Results were great. Three A's, Four Bs and three Cs. Got into sixth form. Hooray! Painted a hat with Charlotte. Seriously, we spent hours on it. And it looks amazing!

So that's about it! Here's the poem. It's called "I dream now of Memories".
Enjoy!

I remember sketching dreams inside my head,

Watching them emerge and become perfection.

I could watch limitless creation as it bled

Across the canvas in every direction.

Nights inside my mind I’d spend painting

Every corner of every detail.

Wet my brush and go on creating,

And see what spectacles I could unveil.

I’d live in paradise; away from the drone of reality,

Seclude myself in happily ever afters,

Glitter and purple smoke were my actuality,

And time and tears compared not to laughter.

Mystical creatures of colour and conception,

Could gallop around and captivate my soul,

Entice and intrigue me, force feed me regression,

While the world all around me loses control.

I’d spend every day watching it shimmer,

Shaking with sheer pleasure and pride,

My haven within a spinning glimmer,

Whispered softly to me in a lullaby.

I’ve grown older, and I dream now of memories.

I awaken with a smile to the sweet sound of melodies.

Harmonious routine in the cold heart of felonies,

Dreams echoed to us in the hush of the breeze.