Searching through my cluttered draws,  I found an old notebook I used to scribble poetry in (well, can you even call it poetry?) and I happened to like some of them. It was a full book, but there were some gems (4!) amongst the ordinary rocks.

All of these are completely unedited, and written in the way they are in this book. It's funny how there was a note in the book where I'd warned myself to never share any of this. Oh, how I've changed.

I was around 12/13 writing these.

Hope you enjoy!

    In the distance

I can faintly see

The towering church spire

Mocking me.

They're loud today;

The far-away chimes

I'm beginning to wonder

If I'm out of time.

The sky is black, empty.

The stars are my imagination

The moon is an illusion.

I look sadly at my mind's creation.

It's tiring, trying to ignore the sound

Of my days counting down

My smile fades from my face

And in my tears, I drown.

It's cold now, as I lay in the grass

Remembering figments from long ago

It's funny how they seem so lovely

If only I'd have known.

For it's those memories that are killing me,

Stopping me from going on

I really must, I know I must

But with that, I am gone.

I once knew a beautiful girl,

But one day

She cracked.

For beautiful minds,

Are just scarred souls.

She told gorgeous tales,

Spitting fire

Full of tricks

And hot desire

Leave you smiling

For hours on end

Be it your greatest enemy

Or greatest friend.

And on that day

When I saw her shatter

The scars were revealed

Never to matter.

For all scarred souls,

Are unfixable.