Christmas time

 Hey everyone i hope you all have a wonderful christmas.  I made this poem its the firist time i have ever written a Christmas poem i hope you all like it. Feel free to give me feedback.

Christmas time 

The fire place is lit

Its beacon calls,

The room is alight  

Oh so bright.

The flams flicker.

The snow sprinkles.

Outside the air is white.

The blanket is falling upon the house.

Down the street you walk.

Your feet move swiftly across the snow.

You hear a man say ho ho ho.

Your eyes do not deceive, even if you do not believe.

A man in standing on the roof of your house.

You blink and he’s gone.

You are surrounded by colourful dancing lights.

For tonight the streets are alive.  

As the Carols sing in your ears,

as the stars up in the nights sky, are hanging on top of your trees in delight,

What a wonderful sight.

Phones and PCs are not to be needed

For today is a day for family and friends.  

So simply attend,this time of year don’t be in the background

You need to be here.

Bed

i know its been a long time since i have posted anything, uni work keeps me busy.
I was inspired to write this as i set my self a challange to write the first thing that comes to my mind in the morring.

This one is for everyone who can't get out their beds. 

Bed

Outside, the chilly cold morning air brushes against the windows.

The warm touch wrapped around you.

Its warm embrace keeps you.

You have sunken deep into its clever trap

You might as well be wrapped up in bubble wrap.

It’s there for you in times of sadness.

Your tears are pressed into its memory.

It will never judge you.

It will never criticizes.
It will only want to sympathize.

It has you covered for times of pleasure.

It's always willing to share because it will always care.

It has your back in times of anger

Arguments slip away in its slumber you lay.

The day's march on, everything changes around you

People will come and go but It will always be there to say hello.

And when you lay down one last time

Even at the end it's there for you

Know that you have

A sanctuary.

A romantic make.

A protector.

A defender.

A friend till the end.

 Just three little letters B E D.

My Heart Beats No More

This was witten due to my Girlfirend of 2 years breaking up with me.

My heart my heart it beats no more, emotions are down. my power is off. the world is in darkness, endless blankness surounds me. Not a glimmer of light shall fall apoun me, for my heart my heat it beats no more.

I am a robot now, away with emotions, Who needs them?. Happyness. Sadness. Angry, love. throw them away they are not here to stay. For my heart my heart my heart it beats no more.

the operation is complate. Your heart is gone but feel free to carry on, we have put it in a box, under lock and key. for your heart your heart it beats it beats no more.

The Day Death Went Away Chapter 9 celebration

Chapter 9 celebration

Mark and Ruby drove into town it was lit up with all kinds of lights; it was as if Christmas had come early. Ruby hands were still shaking on the wheel of the car. Mark himself was in bewilderment “did that really just happen.” He played the event over again in his mind reliving he heroic actions. 

“Thank you.” Ruby said in a clam soft voice almost a whisper. Mark turned to face Ruby.

“It was nothing.” He said with a cold shrug. She turned her head back to road and smiled. The car came to stop in the middle of town, Mark look ahead a huge crowd of people were dancing in the street.

“It doesn’t look like we will be getting though that crowed anytime soon, I will park the car.” They found an open space just outside the old frog horn pub. The creepy frog that sits just on top of the doors always give Mark the creeps with its blazing red eyes and at night time they glow brightly which added to the creepiness.  

“How far away is your house from here” Ruby asked

“Not far about 20 minutes.” He said as he put his hand on the door. Rubies quickly clutched hold of Marks hand and shut the door.

“It’s not safe to go out there not with them crazy people out there. We should just sit in the car and wait it out.”         

Mark could see Ruby was shaken up still but he just wanted desperately more than anything just to get back home. Ruby hands were still holding onto Marks. He could feel her hands shaking in his. It made him feel uncomfortable. Ruby began talking again but her voice was softer more clams “that woman they were talking about on the radio Mary Dawn.”

 “Just let go already” he was about to say but was interrupted by Ruby sudden screaming, as brick came huddling at the wind-shield. Ruby ducked down in the seat. Mark opened the door he was not scared and got out the car. Looking onwards he saw a bunch of kids laughing as they were running off. He thought they could be no older than twelve. They knocked over a trash bin laughing and shouted out too Mark. “Hey loser, come and get us we not scared nothing can hurt us haha!.”  Mark chose to ignore the kids and get back in the car. Ruby sat back up looking at her now spider webbed wind-shield.  “Just a bunch of little kids” Mark said. 

“I can’t drive this car like this; I can’t see anything out of it”

“Well I guess I’m walking it then.” Which was fine by Mark, he had it up to here with everything that had happened today.  Ruby clutched on to Marks hand.  “You’re just going leave me here?” she exclaimed. “No, you coming with?” he said. Ruby nodded at Mark and they proceeded to get out the car.  A baled headed man came staggering out the pub yelling out on to the streets “Everyone hurry you need to see this.” 

Just like paint

I wrote this poem for my girlfriend who I have been with for 11 months but I though I would share it with everyone.

Just like paint

She applies the brush to the paper  

Her brush stokes fills the page

The colours laid out across the canvas

The reds

The blues

The greens

The red blood rushing around my body at the sight of her

My hands feel blue when they not wrap around her

The green envy I feel at the thought of her with another

The Red touch of her soft lips

The blue cry of tears

The green peacefulness she brings

She is an artist

Dancing on the paper

Her brush gliding along the plane

My heart dancing with hers

Our cold blue hands reach out

The red warmth of our hands colliding in to each other’s

Our green eyes meet

For she is an artist whose passion is layout across the paper

Diving deep in the world of colours’

As too she reaches deep into my feelings 

Sometimes her brush strokes might be sharp

But they are forgiven when she goes over them with smoother lines

Making wonder’s art 

For she is my artist