Reading You

As I haven't updated this for a while I thought I'd treat you all to a second poem today. It's like some kind of awful two for one deal, you don't really want two but you can't help but take the second. You know you probably won't enjoy it or even use it but what would be the point of leaving it behind?

So moving on, here is the poem. I think it's pretty self explanatory... I really must try to be more vague and pretentious in my writing.

Reading you

One day you’re face and thoughts will be open to me.

I’ll barely need that one little flicker to know what you want.

Not what you want, but what you need,

what you may not even realise yourself,

but I’ll know.

One day I’ll read you

like my favourite book
the one I’ve read over and over again
the one I know word for word
but still come back to.

One day we won’t speak.

Just for one day.
We won’t need to verbalise.
We’ll know what we want and
know what we need and
we will act without words.

I can’t read you yet.

I try and I try,
but I don’t think you’re ready
to be read.
I forgive you,
because I won’t let you read me,
yet.

One day I won’t need to hide.

I won’t be able to
because you’ll know.
You’ll know because you will read me.
You’ll know that I love you
and that will be okay.

Beautiful

I seem to only be able to write love poetry at the moment, I'm getting a little bored of it to be honest! Hopefully I'll manage to get some more interesting things up in the near future.
Again as always, this is a work of fiction. Artistic license blah blah blah. You get the picture.

Beautiful

I want to write a poem for you

because you're beautiful.

I want you to know that

I think you are beautiful.

You'll never hear this poem

because I’m scared,

and you would never

come to hear me read,

or even appreciate the fact

that I think you are beautiful.

Because I know I’m not the first to say it.

I could dissect your beauty

analyse every detail

every quirk and imperfection

that renders you beautiful.

Your curly hair,

that you should have never cut short.

The nervous twitch that makes you blink

although that's hardly there these days.

When I saw you there,

at the crowded bar,

I saw you notice me.

For a second I thought I’d imagined it,

but then you bought a drink for me.

And your kiss was beautiful,

the sly half smile that followed.

You'd planned it,

from the greeting and subtle touches,

and I was happy to oblige.

We left our coats behind

too eager to make our escape.

You did your best to keep me warm

on our walk in the February frost.

That night you were beautiful,

and I felt beautiful

as if your touch induced beauty.

And your words flowed over my body

Like scalding water

burning through me

leaving their mark

their beautiful scarring.

When the sun came up

I slept in your arms,

Wishing I didn't have to wake

and return to the ugly world.

Platonic

This is my first complete, workshopped, redrafted and edited performance poem. I just want to explain as a disclaimer that it is fictional, and any elements that may be based on real life have been added because they worked for the poem. It's artistic license, just like the word Platonomy... which really should exist!

Platonic

We spend our days together
we talk all day and drink too much at night
we lie in bed platonically
and believe that its better this way.

Let’s be perfect
and see how many people ask why we aren't
– you know.
And we'll answer; best friends for ever and ever.

You bring me chocolate at midnight
just because you're a nice guy
and we sit and talk til morning.
We don't care that it’s freezing cold
just wrapped up in each other and the blanket we found.

We'll hide our jealousy
and comfort each other’s broken heart
we can't understand why it never works out.
Who couldn't or wouldn't love you forever?
It breaks my heart,
to see you in pain.

We spend our days together
we talk all day and drink too much at night
we lie in bed platonically
and believe that its better this way.

We sing together, the songs no one else knows;
You knew the Barenaked Ladies lyrics
and performed it to the room
But I think it was just me and you.

Let’s think back to when we met
when I still had him
and you had her.
Wishing we'd met before or after
when maybe, just maybe
there'd be no rules to break.

We read each other
it's impossible to hide our bad days
but we know when we should or shouldn't ask.
You scrunch your hair when anxious, or bored
but I know the difference, and I really want to ask.

We spend our days together
we talk all day and drink too much at night
we lie in bed platonically
and believe that its better this way.

We share drunken kisses
and not remember the next day,
because if we remember it may never happen again.
Let’s share drunken kisses
again and again.

Let’s break down the barriers
Let’s forget the promises
Let’s forget the rules we made.
And just be happy, we could be happy.

Up From the Skies

Okay here goes, first poem to be published...
It's my first and probably last attempt at a rondeau, and is inspired by Jimi Hendrix. I don't normally like to write 'proper' structured page poetry but I had to give it a go. Any feedback is welcome, if I'm offended I'll just cry to myself.

Up from the Skies

Lord knows I am a Voodoo Chile,
a subpar soldier in exile.
In Tenassee we made a band
Fender guitars, I played lefthand.
This would be my life, for a while.

At home they’d never like my style.
I felt that I should go mobile,
I’d be accepted in England.
Lord knows I am.

Over here they think I’m worthwhile;
demonstrating my guitar smile.
Chemicals make my mind expand,
life doesn’t always go as planned
I wanted to go out in style,
Lord knows I am.

Welcome

So... I've been trying to avoid starting a blog, but as a creative writing student who generally avoids all kinds of writing I figured I need to do something to sort my life out. Which brings me here.

I plan to use this place to share my poetry with the world, because, let's face it, nobody else is going to publish it! However I may very well fill it with other bits of writing, or more likely general ranting about how my life sucks and I hate the world... The last vestige of teen angst leaving my body. The most likely outcome is that I'll go months without writing anything at all, but at least i've warned you!

Before we go any further let me tell you a bit about myself;
My name is Ellie, or Eleanor, but to be honest I'd probably answer to "Oi You".
In my very early 20s, so I guess I lack life experience but I have learned to wash and feed myself over the years.
I'm short, which I know is not generally important information in a blog but at least if you know now it will save me from the "wow you're short" comment if you ever happen to meet me.
I am currently studying Drama and Creative Writing at Bath Spa University, specialising but not exclusively in American Acting and Performance Poetry. Therefore a lot of the stuff on here will be intended to be read aloud, so why not give it a go?
That's all the (almost) relevant information I can think of at the moment, anything else you can learn along the way!

If you are wondering, the title of the Blog comes from my favourite poem by Spike Milligan;

Love Song

If I could write words
Like leaves on an Autumn Forest floor
What a bonfire my letters would make.
If I could speak words of water
You would drown when I said
‘I love you’.

So there we have it, welcome to my Blog.
It was nice to meet you, come back soon!