Back so soon, Mr. Robbin...?

OK! Well I know it's over a week later, but that's good for me right? It must be the banana and honey porridge I'm eating, that's giving me a boost, because I'm not usually this good at returning to my blog...

Anyway, I know I promised to share my self written poems on here, but as I am paranoid that somebody is going to steal them from me, despite the fact that I have only one follower on here, I've decided to share only a few on here, but none of my absolute favourites... not just yet anyway. Not until I can figure out how to copyright something. I will be displaying one every blog post.

I happened to share this one on my Facebook page, despite it being one of my favourites, so I might as well share it on here too! :)

Mr. Robbin

Hello Mr. Robbin,

Sat in my tree,

Who despite all distractions,

Keeps looking at me.

Why do you appear

In February,

But hide in December,

For no one to see?

And then off he popped,

And bounced out of sight,

With a red breasted chest,

And all of his might.

I saw him flying,

Into a cold white sky,

Where I smiled to myself,

And then said goodbye.

6 months later...

I'm still here! But I just haven't committed myself to blogging, like I should have done.
However, I have a new found liking for reading, cooking, and writing poetry.

It was my aim a while back, to post some poems I had written, to see what people thought, but I only have the one follower, at the moment. Never mind!

Over time, I plan to post a few of my favourites. as this will give me a bit of motivation to come back and post some more blog posts, like a blogger should be doing, rather than gazing into the world of Facebook...

For now though, I will leave you something that I have always found quite special.

When I was about 13, my English teacher asked us all to memorise a poem. this was to earn extra points for our class. I became determined to learn it off-by-heart, to receive more "merits" for myself.
From that day onwards, it has printed itself in my mind, like ink to paper. I don't know why this is, as I can't even remember 100% of Spice Girls lyrics, which I obsessed over much more, back in the day. But this poem I remember word for word...

I know that I shall meet my fate,

Somewhere among the clouds above.

Those that I fight, I do not hate,

Those that I guard, I do not love.

My country is Kiltartan's Cross,

My countrymen, Kiltartan's poor.

No likely end could bring them loss,

Or leave them happier than before.

Nor law, nor duty, bade me fight,

Nor public men, nor cheering crowds.

A lonely impulse of delight,

Drove to this tumult in the clouds.

I balanced all, brought all to mind.

The years ahead, seemed a waste of breath.

A waste of breath, the years behind,

In balance this life, this death.

I like to think that maybe one day, this will be significant to me somehow, but hopefully, not in a literal sense!

Lifted, Falling, Spinning...

Lifted. When it comes to love, we are told that it gives us the feeling of either being lifted up high into the air, or it gives the feeling of falling. Either way, you aren't grounded, and you have no control over what is going to happen to you. After you have been lifted, you will automatically start to fall, and so you hope that there is somebody there to catch you. You hope to fall into the arms of the one you love, and that all will be safe and warm. But there's always a high risk you will fall to the ground, scrape your knees, and there will be no one to wipe your tears away. So if there is such a huge risk of being hurt, why do we let ourselves be lifted?

For the last few Sundays, me and Kade have taken the early bus to visit Bath, at the stop 5 minutes away from my house. It's about a 40 minute journey, and we'd always have something to laugh about on our way there. Our usual day consisted of going for lunch, walking around the shops, and enjoying and embracing the weather, despite what the weather might have been like that day...

Falling. The first time me and Kade went to Bath together, we went to a local garden. I had been seeing him casually for a couple of months now, and things were just starting to get serious. We walked peacefully around, laughing and joking as usual. It was this day, that I remember my first feeling with him, that I was spinning. After you are lifted, you fall, and if you land safely, you then start to spin. But although someone might have been there to catch you the first time, that person might not be ready to catch you for a second time.

In my case, when he kissed me, and my whole world began to spin, and I was luckily enough to keep my balance, and stay on my toes.

Spinning. In previous cases, you are sometimes to scared to spin around, because you are so afraid of falling. Should we embrace our spinning, and hope for the best, at the risk of falling down? What if we were to stay completely grounded. To stay sensible, and to not let our emotions overwhelm us? Not only is it not that easy, you then have a high chance of losing the best feeling that you ever had. Love.

Love is not like a roller-coaster, because with a roller-coaster, you start on the ground, you are lifted high into the air, thrown and spun around, but you always land safely on your feet, at the end. Love can never guarantee that you'll land safely, but its much more fun, and far more exciting than any roller-coaster you could ever ride on!