Less is more

The more we have, the less we seem to value what we’ve got.

To love a stranger

Another poem from me today, once again, it is one that I wrote a long, long time ago, but I thought I’d share it nevertheless. Let me know what you think? Hope you guys are all well, and having a fantastic day! Forever you must lie: forgetting, Reaching out; you move away. Ashamed for not…

My eyes confess

I was going through some of my old poetry the other day, and I came across a couple of poems that I’d like to share with you. I wrote this one about three years ago now, a lot has changed since then. What do you guys all think? “Never shall you look in her luring…

You are not a failure

I really am so sorry to hear that you’ve been struggling this week. I thought I’d take this opportunity to remind you of something I haven’t said in a while. I’ll keep it short, just a pure and simple truth. You are not a failure. I know you might not always believe this. There are…

The words are different, but the meaning’s the same

This is the first poem I’ve written in a while, as I only write when I think of her. As ever it’s pretty self-explanatory. Enjoy! The words are different, but the meaning’s the same, Maybe it’s ignorance, but I can’t quite explain: What you do to me, how you make me feel, I offer the…

No matter what I do

It’s another poem from me today. They’re different words, but the meaning is still the same. As much as I like her, little good can come of me telling her so. She’s moving on with her life, heading off to uni, whilst I live my life stuck in the confines of my affected mind. The…

No Reply

These words were written at a time of anger. I am angry that she doesn’t reply, and angry that I have let the situation develop to it’s current state. And so this poem is probably slightly distorted from the truth. When I see her I can’t even speak. I fear that she and everyone else…

The One

Basically, there’s this girl. I like her. Or at least I think I do. There are times when I can’t get her out of my head, but I question whether it is truly her that I like or an idealistic version that I have adapted. It is, after all, our perception of people that guide us…