Shit, fuck and arseholes. Those are all some words I can use to describe today, although those words aren't really describing anything. My blue days are thankfully getting farther and farther in between, but you see it's my mother's birthday on Friday. And Mother and I don't exactly see eye to eye. To be frank, she's a manipulator. Not only did my other blog and the naughty poetry on there get read out to an entire class today, which made me want to disappear into the chair I was sitting on, but mother decided to phone and remind me that it was her birthday on friday and that if I was going to send her a card, that it should contain some of the money nanna Pierce left me. Yeah mum whatever.
Wednesday, 10 February 2010
What am I doing again
Posted by Bethan Pierce at 12:19 29 comments
Monday, 4 January 2010
Goodbye Year and All That Jazz
Posted by Bethan Pierce at 06:26 6 comments
Monday, 19 October 2009
Goodbye To You
Posted by Bethan Pierce at 12:48 2 comments
Wednesday, 14 October 2009
Even the deepest blues are black
Friends, the people in our lives we most take for granted. This is for you.
Posted by Bethan Pierce at 10:22 3 comments
Saturday, 10 October 2009
Getting on with it
This blog has been used as an online diary for far too long! I've been quite productive in the last few days. To think that they hardly give us enough time to think creatively on this course never mind write creatively! Here are two of my latest works.
A bit random but enjoy...
Ode To a Dead Bird
She holds the carcass in her hands
As gently as a child,
He sang her morning reverie
When he was young and wild,
A teardrop forming at her eye,
She holds him to her breast;
He was the only one she loved,
The one who knew her best
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She strokes the feather of his wing
His crumpled downy chest,
And holds his coolness to her cheek
The final morbid test,
The teardrops form and finally roll
In tracks down both her cheeks
When she was ill his sorrow song
Comforted her for weeks.
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The patch of down upon his chest
Is crumpled white and grey.
The little heart is still within
His soul has flown away.
His tiny dark exotic eyes
She closes with a kiss.
She prays for absolution-
A better place than this.
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How she grieves this little girl
For something so contrite,
She wraps him up, puts him to rest
Before the day meets night.
She’s lost him to the otherworld
He sings a different song,
Stolen from her loving hand
It all seems very wrong.
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She prays the Lord his Soul to keep
To steer him on his path
The bird who kept her company
The one who made her laugh,
She places him in to the ground,
And covers him with earth
“goodbye my love” she whispers
“You’ll never know your worth”
-----x-----
Loner
I don’t know where to turn
Who to run to
Where to learn?
I don’t know who wants to know
Where to hide?
Where to go?
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Unsure, I slip and fall
To my knees I cannot crawl
I can’t move forwards,
Can’t move back,
There’s too much weight
Upon my back.
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I turn on the spot,
I need to hide,
From all the bitterness inside.
I feel so empty
I’m incomplete,
But still I cannot find my feet.
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I panic for a little while
Thinking of that extra mile
I push and pull
With all my might
And work too hard
Into the night.
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And then the darkness
Takes a hold,
I lost my heart
I lost my soul.
I never found that open door,
Just fell over on the floor.
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If I move on and loose my way
Will there ever be a day
Where I stand tall?
And through it all
Become who I want to be?
You're the first thing I think of
Each morning when I rise.
You're the last thing I think of
Each night when I close my eyes.
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You're in each thought I have
And every breath I take.
My feelings are growing stronger
With every move I make.
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I want to prove I love you
But that's the hardest part.
So, I'm giving all I have to give
To you... I give my heart.
Dreamer
You have come to me from a distant land,
Dreamer of dreams, to fill my hearts desire,
Sweet music flowing from your nimble hand
That plays within... to light my passion's fire.
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A symphony of word and thought you bring.
Excitement builds upon crescendo's sound,
Brought forth in tones to make my light heart sing
For all the beauty that, with you, I've found.
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A life is changed in just an instant's time,
All darkness fled before that brillaint sun
That shines from spoken words of softest rhyme
And speaks of treasures, only just begun.
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This mystic meeting gives my heart a glow
That few have seen and only you will know.
-----x------
I awake each day with a smile
And greet it with a laugh;
The world is a treasure to me
Because of you.
Every time I think of something sad,
I replace the thought- with you.
My mind is instantly changed
And my heart is filled with gladness.
Every breath I take is meant for you,
I live this life surrounded in joy
And I bathe in the promise of your love,
My soul belongs to you.
Each time I see something beautiful
I want to take it and bring it to you;
My life has so much meaning now
All because of you.
Posted by Bethan Pierce at 07:04 5 comments
Labels: poetry
Wednesday, 7 October 2009
Life and Stuff...
Posted by Bethan Pierce at 03:16 2 comments
Tuesday, 6 October 2009
Trying to make sense of things
I'm a bit ecclectic. Well, more than a bit. I'm also a stroppy mardy and moody cow when I want to be. But, hey I'm an artist I'm allowed to be. One thing I tend to do a lot is analyse. It's a trait of quiet people, we tend to just sit there and watch the world go by, noticing people's traits but never commenting on them.
I got hurt today, just because I wasn't brave enough to stand up for myself a few months ago. I found out that someone I had trusted had lied to me. I felt a fool. I still feel like a fool.
I won't go into details, but I know what you did now. I don't like it, and I think your head is fucked. You made me feel like I was the one with all the problems, when actually, it was you all along.
I hope you're happy.
That is all.
Posted by Bethan Pierce at 08:50 2 comments
Labels: disappointment