Me, Myself… And Everyone Else

Just a young Irish girl, looking for somewhere to share my poetry.

Word of the Day 2: Imponderable June 14, 2012

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And as she searched
The imponderable depths
Of the cinereal ocean
From the safety of the ship,
Her gaze was caught
By something glistening
Deep down in the farthest depths.

Amongst the ashy battlegrounds
Of the distant sea bed,
One small, golden fish
Was swimming, dreamlike.
Gentle eddies spread out,
As he shaped the water, like putty,
Forming infinite, intricate shapes
Around his slender, lithe body.

As she watched, content
To dream away the sunny afternoon,
She sensed a disturbance
In the water’s peaceful aura.
Yet the little fish swam on,
Blissfully unaware, it seemed,
Of his impending doom.

She stifled back a cry:
The hapless fish would
Not hear her anyhow,
And it would simply alert
The adults on the boat,
Who might try to drag her away
From the scene unfolding below her.

So she simply sat and watched,
As a larger, dull-scaled fish
Crept up on the smaller, prettier beast.
As he crept ever closer
She, in her innocent mind,
Imagined the larger animal
Was simply jealous.

After the larger fish
Had swallowed the smaller whole,
She, bored now, wandered off,
And rejoined the adults
On the upper deck.

My, aren’t we being fancy today? For anyone who doesn’t know, cinereal simply means grey, and imponderable means, in this case, immeasurable. I hope you like it. It has to be one of the longest poems I have ever written, so well done if you got all the way down here! I actually read through the whole post this time, so hopefully there will be less typos. Enjoy!


Word of the Day 1: Mewl June 13, 2012

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Another new thing I’ve decided to try out is a poem a day inspired by this word of the day. Today’s word is ‘mewl’.

What do you do
When the innocent mewl
Of your starving child
Is the only thing
That keeps you sane?

Though you’re losing your mind,
The poor darling child
Serves to remind you
You’re not the only one
In pain here.


Together We Can Make a Difference

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This is just a series of short poems I wrote for a competition. The poems had to be eight lines or less, and inspired by the line “together we can make a difference.” I wrote three in total.
I’m trying out something new, namely blogging from my phone, which hopefully will mean I’m able to update more regularly. It also means that I am woefully lacking in options to make my posts easier on the eye. And hopefully autocorrect won’t mess up anything too badly. So I apologise in advance for the dreadful states I’m sure my posts will be.


Said the hydrogen atoms
To the oxygen atom:
I know that I’m
A flammable gas,
And that you
Are necessary to create fire.
But if we work together
We can make something beautiful.

Building Blocks

If we all
Took the time
To place
Just one brick.

We would soon
Have a whole wall built.


I felt so alone.
Lost in myself.

My wings had been clipped.
I was unable to fly.

Until you slid in next to me,
close. And whispered in my ear,

as you held my hand in yours:
“Together we can make a difference.”


That’s all three of them, I hope you enjoy!


Step Outside, Look Through The Window June 10, 2012

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Come my dear,
Step outside this door.
Who knows what
Beings lie behind it?

Maybe it is there
That the dragons sleep.
They were banished from our Land
Maybe their final resting place
Is behind this door.

Come my dear,
Look through this window.
Who knows what
Objects it conceals?

Maybe it is there
That the cauldron
Containing the only draft
Of Living Beauty
Is contained.

Come my dear,
And listen to these words
They contain thousands
Of years
Of long-lost knowledge.

Maybe if you are lucky
They will share with you


Quick Update

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So as the title says, this is just a quick update, so you don’t think I’ve died, or forgotten about you.

As I’m sure you’ve noticed, I have changed the name of the blog. This is just so it has the same title as my last blog. Of course, if anyone has any other suggestions, I would be happy to take them on board. This is the ‘working title’, I guess you could call it.

Now, for why I haven’t been posting for so long: I had exams, and I was just so busy and stressed out about those that I really had no time to write. I did finish them last week, with my last exam, French, on Friday 1st. I promised myself I would start posting as soon as I could, but last week has just been so hectic I couldn’t find the time. Now however it looks like I’m going to have a less hectic week. If I get a chance I’ll post something up later today, if not I’ll have something by Wednesday or Thursday at the latest, I promise.

And finally on to an exciting piece of news! I finally got around to starting up a new blog. You can find it here. Basically, what I am doing with it is reading through books, and posting my reaction to each chapter. At the moment I’m doing Eragon, so don’t check it out unless you’ve read the book, as there will be spoilers.

That’s it! I look forward to starting to post again.



Slip/Slide May 16, 2012

Filed under: Poetry — maisygirl @ 9:19 pm
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This poem came from the prompts ‘snake’, ‘honey’, and ‘thaw’. I hope you like it.


Sly, like a snake.

Words drip venemously

From her fangs,

Slip-slide into your

Unconcious mind,

Going down as

Easily as a spoonful of honey.

The trick is to

Not be decieved by

Her lies. Try to

Keep the control of you mind.

Maybe if you’re lucky

You might thaw

Her icecold heart.


Actually, just thought of an idea… If anyone else wants to write a poem using the same prompts, and post it or post a link here, that could be interesting? Let me know.




Filed under: Poetry — maisygirl @ 9:12 pm
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The fifth in my Seven Deadly Sins/Seven Heavenly Virtues series. Ooh, I’m excited… I’m almost finished the sins part of this series, and I am almost ready to start posting the virtues.

Life is just
Too much effort.
Even the act
Of living
Takes so much willpower,
She has lost the energy
She needs to survive.
Crawling along:
The simple
Act of breathing
Is unbearably laborious.
She is trapped
By the weight of
The world
On her shoulders.
It hurts
To smile.