30 Day Challenge #1 – 22nd April 2017

Not sure where to start. Where to begin. Quite nervous but in an excited way. Looking forward to a new day (unintentional rhyme haha). Some themes a friend and I picked. Some themes to stick to. Waiting for a final one for the 30th, and the extra surprise one may occur or not, still not decided what it will be or if I will do a 31st one as a surprise.

But waiting for inspiration on the 30th theme.

30 - Day Poetry Challenge of Self-Betterment #1

Those Who Are There For You

Those kind souls,

There through the storms.

Helping, caring, at the worst times.

Always caring, whether there or not.

Always there in spirit, if not in person.

A laugh, some joy, a pick-up,
In those dark times.

Turning around the darkness, into light.
I shall always do the same.
Shall always help, however the need.

As, you gave me so much to help me turn around.
I will turn around
I will fight, to make myself better, happier.
A person I would like to live as,
A person that can do whatever I want.
And I will.

Because I care, I hope, I dream.
I’ll work, I’ll think, I’ll aspire.
I’ll be the best I can.
And give all the best I can.
To the ends of caring for those who are there for you.

Words can’t express the troubles,
Even less-so,
Words can’t express the joys.
The help from those kind people.
The help from those who care.

Even in those times you do not think they do.
Even in those times, you feel alone.
Know, that they are there, with you, every step of the way.
They are there in spirit.

I can do it.
You can do it.

This journey of life will take us great places.

Even if separate.

I still care in whatever times of need, you face.

As you have been there in mine.

To those who are there for you.
Whatever separate paths we follow.

I will be better, get better- for me. All thanks to you.

You will fly, in the face of all adversity,
Will achieve your dreams, your desires and wants.

As I will mine.

Nothing left to say. But thanks.

To those of you who care.

Words That Catch

Words that catch,

Like a thorn,

Try to ignore,

Place out of mind,

Good feelings turn sour fast.

No reason why,

A shift? A crash maybe?

Some words catch, even as you let go.

Like the thorn stuck in your clothes,

Try to remove, to rationalise.

To inform yourself why,


Trying to suppress the thorn,

The feeling,

The thought.

How can good feelings,
Sour so easily, like the catch of a word,
The memory formed,
The mind faulty

Then stuck with the thorn.
The words that catch

Seeing Something

Seeing something out there,

Beyond the fog,

Something not quite in reach,

But maybe in time.




Something not quite in reach,

But something to look for.

May be a dillusion, a mirage,

Some form of miracle.

Yet it’s a start.

A start of a path.



At least that is something.

Mind on Shifting Sand

My mind, on foundations of sand, no, Gelatine,
Shifting mood one moment to the next,
With every word, thought, feeling occurence,
A spark of depression and darkness, or of ecstasy and ecstatic glee.
No idea of what’s true, because of the shifting;

Of sand,

Of the mind,

Of time,

Of memories or of even situation.
Your mind being your reality,

And also your enemy.
The memories it brings,

And how it brings them.
To the spotlight of attention,

To convert, improve or wreck you.
Not knowing reality from the manipulation of my own mind.
My broken mind.
No one understands or sees me,

Or what I see.
I don’t know what I see,

And after the fact, don’t know.

What was real.
That’s the problem having a mind built on foundations of sand.

Hiding From The One Place I Reside

Hiding from the one place I reside,
The mind,

Difficult to no end.
Left without a home,

No place to feel at home.
Alone and in darkness.

Always no escape, to way to hide.
From the one place I reside.

The one place that imprisons me

A prison with no escape.
Hurt with no break,

Left with no escape.

Breathing aches,

Heart beating to keep me awake.
Left alone, afraid and tortured in the place I cannot hide from,

The depths of my mind.


Shoved from comfort,

Left to drop,

Falling fast,

Falling in no-one-knows-what time.

Waiting to hit the ground,

The inevitable stop.
The hard embrace,

The cold dead stop.
This is my life,

This is what’s left.

To stop the fall.

To hit the deck.
To fall flat on my face,

Break my neck.
In the meantime,

Waiting to hit,

Drifting in freefall.

Nothing at all left.


Unloved by all,

Thrown from a plane
And watched… in freefall.