Me, Myself… And Everyone Else

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

Kindness October 15, 2012

Filed under: Poetry — maisygirl @ 10:24 pm
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Finally, on to the first of the virtues in my Seven Deadly Sins/Seven Heavenly Virtues. I hope you enjoy it. I’ve decided to look at how, if you take these virtues to their extremes, they can actually be considered negative. I also have a page up the top, so if you want to you can easily view all of this series together.

She’s always there
To hold your hand,
Wipe the sweat from your brow,
And kiss it better.
Her smile calms storms.
Her arms are always open
For a hug.
She doesn’t care
Who the hand she holds
Belongs to.
It doesn’t matter to her
What face is behind
The problem she has to solve.
She treats all equally.
Soothes all regardless.
But who will pick her up
And kiss her injuries away,
When she falls?

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Another Language October 14, 2012

Filed under: Poetry — maisygirl @ 8:37 pm
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She watches him from afar:

Careful glances slyly stolen

When she thinks no one is looking.

She observes him:

With the wariness of a lioness on the hunt,

Praparing to strike.

She hopes to someday make contact.

The first meeting of two different species.

Perhaps over time

They might learn to understand each other

Because right now he is speaking in a foreign language.

 

We Are Like Sparrows

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She is a sparrow.

She longs to be free,

Stretch her wings

Over some glorious expanse.

But he wants

To keep her locked up.

Cramp her wings

With iron bars.

He doesn’t understand

Her need for freedom.

And so over time

She begins to lose her wings.

Her feathers moulted,

If you saw her now

You would not recognise her.

Her cries are silenced.

He has murdered her through misunderstanding.

 

Lust

Filed under: Poetry — maisygirl @ 12:26 am
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Finally, the last sin in my Seven Deadly Sins/Seven Heavenly Virtues series. I’m  so glad to finally get this up. I hope you like it.

She craves the feel
Of many hands
Crawling all over her body.
Why should she
Be limited to just one?
Why does she have to choose?
She doesn’t care
If she gets ‘a name.’
She made
Her choices,
They made
Theirs.
She can never be loved enough.
Her body
Can never
Contain
Too much love.

 

Envy October 10, 2012

Filed under: Poetry — maisygirl @ 9:51 pm
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Finally, a return to my Seven Deadly Sins/Seven Heavenly Virtues series! I know it has been long enough. In part this was because I was having a really hard time writing Envy and Lust. I just couldn’t be happy with them. And although admittedly they are still both nowhere close to how I want them to be, they are still a lot better than before. Hopefully I’ll have Lust up soon.

It is like a disease.
This…
Desire she has.
Yet it is not Lust.
Gluttony.
Avarice.
She desires that
Which is not hers to take.
She only wants him
Who does not belong to her.
And so
In this way,
By desiring only
That which she cannot have,
She resigns herself
To a life
Filled
With misery.

Very different from any of my original drafts. I hope you like it.

 

Skitter-Skatter October 9, 2012

Filed under: Poetry,Update — maisygirl @ 10:21 pm
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First, I would like to apologise. I know that whatever I say will not be even close to enough, so I’ll try and keep it simple.

I had a very busy summer. It was full of all sorts of hectic outings and plans, and I just wasn’t able to find time to write. And then when summer was over, I was out of habit, so I never started writing again. But here I am now, and hopefully here I’ll stay, updating at least once a week.

Skitter-skatter.

And yet she

Is still climbing.

What she climbs towards?

This distant goal

Has long been obscured

By a dense cloud,

Green and blue,

Of jealousy and misery.

Maybe one day

Her foot will slip

And she will fall,

Skitter-skatter,

‘Til she hits the ground.

I hope you like it, and once again sorry it’s been so long.

 

Word of the Day 2: Imponderable June 14, 2012

Filed under: Poetry — maisygirl @ 11:41 am
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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!