Wake up and smell the coffee

Wake up and smell the coffee
you aren't as sweet as toffee
it's all in your head
what they said
you took it upon yourself to take it the wrong way
didn't listen to the words they say
never giving their opinions the light of day

isn't it time
you stopped this mime
realised that you've commited a moral crime?
smell the coffee
stop being so bossy
lighten up
and join the club

attempt at a writing prompt 9/9/12

January

Oh January

you and I have a turbulent relationship

you always make promises you can't keep

and I get so overexcited I can barely sleep

making plans in my head

if I did them all I'd probably fall dead

you always let me down

with a frown

you give me hope, you can give me dreams

then you rip them up at the seams

you pull the carpet from beneath my feet

and knock right off my self righteous seat

you make me ill, you give me stress

and I always end up in a mess

yet you know I'll be fooled again

and I'll feel like I'm stuck in the rain

but it takes sunshine AND rain to make a rainbow

so I'll see you through

and wait for the sun to emerge

9/1/12

Letters

There's nothing like the feeling you get when you heard the daily sound of letters falling through your letterbox. You think it's probably just the usual bills and/or junk mail from credit card companies or charities asking for donations. Instead, as you yawn and drearily trudge your way to the front door, you look down at the pile on the floor and notice the address on the envelope is handwritten. A feeling of curiosity and intrigue replaces the tired and bored one. Instead of going straight to the kettle for the usual morning kick up the arse in caffeine form, you start ripping the envelope open, eager to see what lurks inside. Your heart lifts as you see the handwritten words, dated only yesterday as it's been posted first class. Obviously someone really wanted to write to you. You smile as you finish reading it's from your best friend just to say hello.

Magnetic Poetry fun and randomness

I love magnetic poetry, everytime I go anywhere near any I have to play with it, so I was most pleased when we got some free with Classic Rock last week. Here is what we made with it, some really random and silly, and some I thought were pretty good!

Don't wanna be hollywood dumb
you're nothing til it's been said
anybody could be a little worse
now live some kind of today
if you're sure who you are
here down the back
we're bitten
(written between me and migs)

I woke in a crossfire blind
calling myself a london neverland
born from up there
it gets away
dust
(by Migs)

lots of random lines:

I said plays don't bustle

I enter the alarmed jungle, suppose bleakness that's phoney!

Welcome to silhouetto megadon

my pinball hurricane of beatlemania

never light a muffin

this morning the beer got a mighty hello

must I see 42 in every question

a liverpool wild eyed joker is awake there

Untitled

spark the ignition, start her up
let her slide, let the feet move along
take the pill
take the time
can you feel what's inside?
candy hearts and liquid dreams aren't always what they seem
could you be the key that fits into the lock?
could I be the handle you just can't turn?
is it that hard to be free?
is it true how easily you glide
through the evidence
of what was once had been
time and time again
take your time
feel your mind
let me be your guide

11/1/06

All written on 29.1.06

Words

Words can fly
words can zoom
just like an ultrasonic boom
words surround me
they pour down like a soft waterfall of ideas
so many beautiful words
it's hard to know where to start
and even harder to finish
but I love it with my heart and soul
writing is the only key I need
to unlock the door of creativity
and fill the voids of reality


The Psychedelic Radar

the psychedelic radar is in my head
transcending messages sent from outer space
transmitting thought patterns
to expand the outer limits of my mind
vivid colours and patterns
feels like a painting on my soul
so divine, I feel fine
it brings me love, it takes me through
a dimension I've never noticed before
and I never want it to end


Untitled

I am a door, unopened yet unlocked
I am the floor, often walked over
I am a wall, enclosing the outside world
I am a ceiling, stopping you from reaching the stars
I am a window, proving there's more to life than the room you're in
there's millions of rooms
and millions of houses
all across the world
but nothing will soothe your soul like the outdoors will

Spirit

scream loudly at what they've done to you
impatience gets you nowhere
only your parents are to blame
guilty trap of insolence
angels of mercy call out your name
glorify the evidence of what you sow
can the silence of my voice, really startle you
into thinking sorrowful thoughts of woe?
dream slowly of what can only be the potential of happiness
glowing on your cheeks
dreams of emptiness filling up with joy
flowers of nature gather in the stable of youth
remember your sorrows but never forget your joys

5/4/02

Untitled

My eyes feel like stitches
dreaming through the psychedelic layers of existence
trippy time in the ocean of consciousness
take me through to the rainbow side
filled with creative ambiguity
the mystery of illustration
illuminates each and every butterfly of contemplation
fly fly
remove my dirty wires
and connect me to the universe of daydreams
where I can explore
the outer zones of limitness

29/3/06

Untitled

Patterns emerge from the surface of nothingness
A pattern without a trace
As the hallucinogenic trance state starts staring you in the face
Harmony produced by surround sound
is something new you've found
There's something in everything all around
The frisbee of plasticine in your mind stretches your imagination
in your psychedelic intitation
Your mind being moulded into something new
Something you never thought you could do
You feel twice your size
and you've finally took off your disguise
in the bubblebath of perception
you always get a good reception
and you're no longer capable of deception
You can take the hallucinogenic bubblebath anytime you like
Just deep your feet in and see how you feel
and know that it's always real

18/3/06

The Other Side of Nowhere

The sound of silence
rings loudly in my ears,
Vibrating through to the other side of nowhere,
I'm tripping the art fantastic
feeling transmisstic
as I ride the kaleidoscopic skies
The whole world is flavour scented
I'm breathing in the night sky
as you give advice at the altar of perception
and I lay on the altar of consciousness
vibrating through to the other side of nowhere.

March 06

Untitled

Schizophrenic hyperbitch
on the technaphobe microphone
breathing psychedelic sympathetic
breaking the ice with kaleidoscopic synthetic
making her peers seem so pathetic
Is it time for a new perception?
Or does the world just need another injection?

7/3/06

The Creators Moon

Words escape the clutches of the inevitable washing machine of time
In a flash it all fades away
Into nothingness and beyond the surface
rippling along the outer realm layers of illusion imagery
as reality folds over the landscape of ecstasy and amphetamines
The random car errors in my bones provide the insanity rush of an electric fire
The creators mood doesn't always make sense
Pu a treetop in the pond of life and watch it grow
as the creators moon glows.

March 06

Black

I dip my paintbrush into the depths of the tin. The darkness drips onto the floor and onto my bare feet so I look like I've been walking in oil. A feeling of satisfaction comes over me as I delete the light out of the room with blackness.
7/4/05

This is dedicated to those I love

I sit down in the corner of the cafe with my hot chocolate; I have to be very careful, as the mug is so big if I fall slightly it will spill everywhere. Once sat down, I sip at the hot chocolate and try to resist the urge to pinch a cigarette off the table next to mine. Just as my thoughts begin to wander, a stranger sits next to me. It's a woman with long grey hair and of a large build, she has green eyes that seem to pierce me completely. I can't figure out why she has sat with me as there are plenty of spare seats everywhere but I don't argue, what would be the point? "Hello" she says to me. "Hi" I say in my usual mouse like squeak when I don't know someone. She reaches out for my hand and I can feel my skin turning red as I blush. She looks into my eyes and speaks- "you are a special person. Don't worry what anyone else says. You are unique and I love you." With that, she walked away.
A few days later, I walked past that cafe again and there she was, sitting next to a young boy who looked very much the type to get bullied. I could hear her voice again. "You are unique and I love you" and I smiled
13/02/05

Crossroads

I've been walking for about five hours now, my legs ache with the strain, my mouth is dry with thrist. The road is rocky with trees lined up along the both sides of it, it is a very warm day so I am only wearing a blue t shirt and a short black skirt, the sweat is dripping from my forehead. In my arms I hold my life in a suitcase, it is time for me to move on away from my comfort zone, now I must decide. The journey has been tough but its one that must be made. I come to a crossroads, one road continues to be rocky and tough going, the other is much softer and will only take a few minutes to reach the end, whilst the other will take years. The simple path will be the easy one, staying in my current job and home, not moving forward. The end of the harder road lies my dream job of being a freelance writer, and having a bigger home. i must make a decision now, do I take the easy way and stay stuck in a dead end job or after many hours of walking do I put myself at risk of even more exhaustion and walk down the rocky road? If I'm to reach my dreams, i must not be afraid to take risks and to work hard to reach them. So with a deep breath, I take that step forward today.
7/2/05

Pink Bicycle

Today i am a pink bicycle, shiny and new like a brand new toy. fun o what fun! playing in the sand on the pink bicycle. riding through the streets of london, I'll show you the sights that respond to the weather of a nation. have you got a pink bicycle? I really think you should buy one, as no one has bought me yet. Im all alone in this shop no one wants me, pink is too girly, they all say. but im oh so pretty! please buy me, i just want a home where I will be ridden and shown the sights of london. dancing in the streets i hear, what laughter i hear, why do they always laugh at me? I just want to be bought so i can see the world outside this caged prison, oh please set me free to see the sights of london, im oh so lonely in this booth of destruction. save me, buy me, ride me, love me. for i am a pink bicycle without a purpose, please give me the will to go on. i didnt choose to be pink, i chose to be yellow.
29/01/05

Lavender

Happiness, blue, lavender. Happiness lies in the essence of lavender. That smell so swwet, like a rainbow in the sky. hearts interwined, symbolising the love that binds them forever. hoping to be a star some day not just the ordinary girl i've become. wishful thinking, hurtful dreaming. snowdrops falling, crystals shining. blue skies ahead, the sun shines so bright in my heart, dreaming of a life in the future. there lies my love and my happiness. gorgeous lavender, the smell which causes such deep relaxation. smells so sweet. what I'd give to smell lavender forever until eternity. lavender fields outside my cottage in the country, so soft to walk through that delicate smell flowing all the while. beauty lies in the eye of the beholder. what a phrase that is yet so true. everything is beautiful in its own special way. even the worse things in life can be beautiful especially if scented with lavender. lavender is the illusion of happiness.
25/01/05