Knowing Stories @ BGHS

What brings warriors to their knees?

What make the strongest of men beg for mercy, cry out in agony, choke on sobs, lift trembling hands to clasping at their heart as if that will protect them.

Is it death?

The inevitable?

The all seeing?

The unescapble?

No, it’s love.

Sugary, syrupy love.

Sticky and sweet.

Like the smell of rotting fruit.

Ensnaring your sense of smell.

Clawing at your heart, as if its aiming to dig in deep, deep into your chest, and pluck your heart straight out.

Gripping it tightly.

Stabbing, clawing, ripping each vein in to tiny strips,

until your heart is bare and vulnerable.

Then i’ll laugh at you,

laugh and laugh until i choke on my own mirth.

I’ll laugh until i cry because another person has fallen,

another person has fallen for the vicious thing called love.

Another fool wearing rose coloured glasses has fallen.

I am a fool as well.

A fool looking for love.

Will i ever find love?

Or have i already fallen to far?

1. Copy/paste into word and print your poem. Collect your fudge at lunchtime.
2. Today we will begin a story based on an old movie poster.

Get a buddy (or two).

Chose a poster and consider the below.

Start with a date and season.
Give them names, ages and relationships.
(Single, married, brother, sister, father, uncle).
Give them ambitions. Money, travel, marriage.
Give them problems.

Choose a genre (romance, adventure, humour, fantasy).

When you told me:

Love will never and should never make sense.

I followed you through the labyrinth of affinity

A blindfold nearly slipped off my brow from distrust

We cheated and plowed our way through the brambles 

For the cost of what seemed only temporary

But so was life, and I decided it was you

The one to hopefully die young with 

Before you see me in a state of weary and tire

Where the wrinkles in my forehead counted 

The moments we realised it was the wrong time 

Though your smile would never change

Your lips turned black and blue from the thicket of the maze

The sensation cutting through our skin

And when the vines chased you back to the start

I tugged on

Through every dead end and cut corner

Overdue words seemed to pile up

And I could see you no longer felt the exhilaration of it all

We were so close

But we could only stay in the dark for so long

I thought of how to get you back

To rewrite this fairytale by any means possible 

To chase you down and dig your back into the thorns

Even if you need to writhe beneath until the roses redden to realise 

You’re nothing without me.

Love isn’t dead

Merely a corpse crawling back for the living, 

The breathing,

The promising,

The seduced.

And so, dragging back the live fool along with it.

Love will never and should never make sense.

It was almost time, 

To celebrate everything,

We had built together.

Our relationship and our love.

You must be mine. 

You brought me flowers,

Chocolates and gifts.

Even when death separates us,

We shall remain as one.

The day I saw you,

You pushed my heart outside its line.

Those ravishing eyes were just enough,

Enough to make me fall in love.

And from that day onwards,

I knew you were my everything,

My one and only.

You struck my feelings

With that arrow.

Our long distance lives shall not affect our love,

And now that i’ve loved you,

I knew it was my time to ask,

So shall i ask you at last,

Will you be my valentine?

Love is for the lighthearted and shy,

hearts with wings,

that shoot across the sky 

love holds truth 

it tells no lie 

love holds steadfast 

through thick and thin 

it covers a multitude of sin 

taking no account for the past 

love is gentle 

love is kind

love is for the lighthearted and shy. 

They say

“Oh” love is not made to sway
But ‘dignity’ is merely, overrated praise
And the hearts urges betray,

In fact the rain, starts with no end

And the grim reaper with his axe shall bend,

The song of mourning travels swiftly by,

And none shall attract but the evilest envious eye,

Faith shall diminish,

Desire? Unfinished,

Blemished hidden reality,

The mother of unhinged brutality,

And so on and so on and so on,

Curse bestowed thereupon,

And end the curse of love,

A murder of the innocent white dove.

I was the moon,

You were the sun.

As sombre as I am

And as bright as you are.

From time to time

I see you face to face.

Time goes

And you leave my side.

And just like always

I’ll wait for you,

Only if you wait for me.

Until then, we meet again

At the peak of an eclipse.

the rain pours

along with the tears

rolling down my cheecks

the sky agreeing with my pain

The sun slowly reappears from the clouds

So will my tears dry slowly

The day gets better by hours

My feeling for you fade away by days

Im finally move on from the past

Like how we move on from the rainy day

My feelings for you will always be there

But it wont be as strong as the thunder from that night’s rain

My head and heart is clear as the sky

Your love and affection disappeared from my heart 

Like the dark clouds that once consumed the sky 

That had agreed with my feelings from that night

this is catherine 🙂