Thought Bubble

To all my 'Followers' and to all those who enjoy my poetry ...


I now have another blog, a grand total of three now. 


My poetry explores my thoughts and emotions, and so does my new blog entitled "Thought Bubble" I will be discussing things which are open to discussion and commentary and you may get to learn more about 'The Girl In The Corner'. 


I will still be posting my poems here regularly, don't threat. But please take a look at my other blogs too it would be most appreciated :) 

Stuffed Like a Roast Turkey!

A moment on the lips, 
A lifetime on the hips!
That's what they say,
But I've been stuffing my face all day! 
It's Christmas time,
So is it really such a crime?
It's a seasonal treat, 
All this lovely food to eat!
The traditional Christmas roast, 
I think I ate the most!
Not even the sprouts escaped me,
Servings, I had three!
Dessert was covered in custard,
Next day turkey sandwiches with mustard!
All the chocolate from my stocking already gone,
Leftover meat from now on!
All this food tastes great,
But I think I now need a resolution to lose weight!!! 

If Only ...

If only I could turn back time, 
There would be no need for this rhyme,
If only I could change the past,
I could make things work, make us last. 
Erase what I did and make you forget,
There is nothing more that I regret. 
It has cost me so much, that one mistake,
If only I could rewind time and stop this heartache. 

Recovery

We were best friends but it came to an end.


Well that's not entirely true,
I got back in touch with you. 
But it will never be the same, 
Were playing a pointless game. 
Practically family we were, 
Now it's just a blur. 
I wont make up excuses and I wont lie, 
This is all because of that guy. 
I guess I'm partly to blame, 
But it will never be the same. 
There is nothing more that I regret, 
I wish me and him had never met. 
I have broken free, 
But there is no fixing you and me.

Loner Child

I've always been the loner child,

The lost soul out in the wild.

I hide my emotions deep within,

That's the way it's always been. 

Muse

I think about you all the 

time,

You are my muse you make me 

rhyme, 

In my thoughts all night and

 day,

 But I couldn't have it any other

 way,

 If I didn't know him,

 I couldn't write this poem. 

Love Trap

You kept me trapped,

Your caged possession. 

You put my life on hold, 

Halted progression. 

How dumb was I, 

So young so naive.

But something snapped inside,

 Made me see what I couldn't believe.

I broke the bars of your little love trap, 

I set myself free, 

Enabled my wings to flap.

New Blog

I am sorry I have not been blogging much recently, I have been busy. However one of my new years resolutions this year will be to be more organised and keep up to date with my blogs and get on here regularly. 


In addition to this I would like to announce that I now have a new blog called 'Ambition Mission'. This blog is going to be about achieving my dreams and you may get to know a little more about me and help me along the way, so please check it out and suggest it to any budding story tellers you may know. 


In the time since I was last on here I have written many poems in my notepad so will be posting soon to get your opinions and see what you think so keep checking. 

The Real Me

Some may think in this blog my true self is hidden, 

Sure my real name I have forbidden, 

But those who enter here

Know more of me than those I hold dear. 

Your not just reading words your reading my heart and soul,

In this blog and in you I choose to console. 

Rather than an image of myself, 

I present in words the image of the girl buried in a bookshelf. 

This is the real me, 

The Girl with a passion and dreams of who she could be. 

The Girl who can be so easily absorbed in a book, 

The Girl whose heart a boy once took, 

The Girl who loves to write, 

The Girl whose life is beginning to take flight.

The Girl In The Corner, this is who I am. 

Autumn

Leaves falling everywhere, 

Trees standing bare,

Leaves crunching beneath our feet,

As we walk along the street,

Leaves of reds, oranges, and browns,

Decorating our streets and towns. 

Freedom?

Given some space to spread my 

wings, 

Prepared for all that freedom 

brings. 

My wings wont flap I cannot 

fly, 

Harder it becomes as time goes

 by.

Motionless in the same

 position,

Unable to handle the sudden

 transition. 

The Hidden Truth

You haven't seen the real me, 

Just a shadow of what I could be.

My deepest thoughts and emotions are hidden inside,

I fear your opinions so instead I hide. 

My thoughts and emotions I keep locked up, 

I'm afraid to give you the key,

What if you laugh at me? 

I pretend I don't care when inside I cry,

My life if a lie.

No-one knows what it's like to be me, 

Come inside and set me free.

Social Hierarchy

You always see on teenage films - American ones especially - the portrayal of the social hierarchy within schools. In films such as Mean Girls you have the Jocks, the Plastics, the Band Geeks, the Freaks, and the Smart Asians etc... Another example is High School Musical, you have the Cheerleaders, the Jocks, the Math Geeks, the Band Geeks, and the Performers.


In my school it's no different really except they have different names and we don't have cheerleaders and jocks - instead we have - Chavs, sluts, boffs, bandies, and well some freaks.


I don't really agree with all the stereotyping that is forced on us throughout our lives, but frankly everyone does it, even me. Individuals are limited in this world as you have to contain the "don't give a shit" attitude to maintain any aspect of your own personality.


I wouldn't say that I was at the bottom of the social hierarchy within my school, but i'm certainly not at the top! I used to be though, in primary school. It's hard to believe but I was one of the popular kids, or as I prefer to call them now chavs/sluts. Because really let's be honest, they are only popular within their own group of friends, although having said that despite it being a well known fact that they enjoy bitching about EVERYBODY as one of their past times, they most often bitch about their so called 'friends' behind their backs. Some friendship that is.


... So primary school, year 5 - I was a popular kid. Problem was I didn't like being bossed around by them. Their Queen B had us practising dance routines every lunch time for the upcoming talent show - To be honest we did win, but I was 9 I just wanted to be skipping or playing Hop Scotch. I got fed up and told them where to stick it - thank god! Otherwise I would be one of those stuck up sluts looking down on everybody else like I was better than them. I never really understood them, I would see them in the girls toilets shoving tissue down their bra's and hear them talking about boys - I was NINE - at that age boys were gross and boobs would get in the way when playing normal 9 year old games!


The Queen B back then has managed to maintain her position and is STILL the Queen B now at my Sixth Form. I wouldn't say I feel sorry for her minions, but I pity their lack of brains. Because if they had an ounce of intelligence they would surely realise that they are sheep controlled by their lord and master, to dress and act however she instructed! They are all clones.


At least the other groups have some personality of their own! The 'Bandies' express themselves, they really do have that don't give a shit attitude. The 'geeks' are just smart, being academic should not make you less likable. And well my group, I would not know where to put us! I would said were kinda average - with a little crazy thrown in. I'm pleased to no longer be one of 'them'. With my friends I can be myself, what more could you want? :-) <3

Bully Back Down

You find happiness in my sadness,

You laugh at my sorrows,

And find joy in all that follows. 

Each tear that I weep is your creation, 

Are you proud of my frustration?!

Wipe that grin off your face you fucking disgrace.

Don't snigger at me!

I'm more than you will ever be.

Step back take a look at your reflection, 

A figure of aggression. 

Will you explain to me because I don't quite understand,

Do you mean to hurt me is it planned? 

Are you happy or is it an act?

Do you want me to react?

I've heard of sibling rivalry but this is a joke!

I can't think what I might have done to provoke.

This is not competition it's hate, 

If you think about apologizing it's too late!

You can't stand to see me happy can you? 

What has this come to? 

I wont sink down to your level,

You little devil,

I will rise above and be free, 

Your words mean nothing to me,

Just proof of your idiocy. 

Shut up leave off and back down. 

I will no longer wear a frown. 

I am myself and I am my own.