L.J. Ireton's Blog, page 5
August 6, 2017
Wild
Wild
We live inside, you and IBut you are wild.Eyes like planets filled with fire,Fur that's lined with stripes of tigers.
We live inside, you and II look around;Man-made walls of brick and plaster,Stuck behind a barren flower.
We live inside, you and IBut I am tame -Because you bring the outside in And your wild keeps me sane.
Copyright LJ 2017
We live inside, you and IBut you are wild.Eyes like planets filled with fire,Fur that's lined with stripes of tigers.
We live inside, you and II look around;Man-made walls of brick and plaster,Stuck behind a barren flower.
We live inside, you and IBut I am tame -Because you bring the outside in And your wild keeps me sane.
Copyright LJ 2017
Wild Heart: Poetry Collection available now!
Exciting news!
The first collection of my poetry called Wild Heart: Poetry Collection is available now in paperback or on ebook worldwide from Amazon.com!
Paperback: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Wild-Heart-Collection-LJ-Ireton/dp/1521962863/
Kindle Edition: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Wild-Heart-Collection-LJ-Ireton-ebook/dp/B074CZKJGG/
The first collection of my poetry called Wild Heart: Poetry Collection is available now in paperback or on ebook worldwide from Amazon.com!
Paperback: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Wild-Heart-Collection-LJ-Ireton/dp/1521962863/
Kindle Edition: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Wild-Heart-Collection-LJ-Ireton-ebook/dp/B074CZKJGG/
May 27, 2017
Angry Vegan
Angry Vegan
How am I the weird oneFor keepingDead animalsOFFMy plate,Hating slaughter and crueltyThat youCHOOSEFor taste?
C. LJ 2017
How am I the weird oneFor keepingDead animalsOFFMy plate,Hating slaughter and crueltyThat youCHOOSEFor taste?
C. LJ 2017
March 29, 2017
Milk
Milk
They think it's okTo take your child away.Your cries may not be human,But I hear themAnyway.
Copyright LJ 2017
They think it's okTo take your child away.Your cries may not be human,But I hear themAnyway.
Copyright LJ 2017
January 20, 2017
Weighted Things
Weighted Things
Love longed for flightWhispering wings towards the lightLittle beats, like moon drumsScattered through the night
Searching.
When day came, roots took holdThe gravel became goldVelvet wings found weighted thingsOf treasure, still unsold
And rested.
Copyright LJ 2017
Love longed for flightWhispering wings towards the lightLittle beats, like moon drumsScattered through the night
Searching.
When day came, roots took holdThe gravel became goldVelvet wings found weighted thingsOf treasure, still unsold
And rested.
Copyright LJ 2017
January 12, 2017
The Ghost that Plays the Keys
The Ghost that Plays the Keys
I prey upon your silenceSaid The Ghost that Plays the KeysIcicles where fingers wereRide on a phantom breezeOf melody, heard long agoHeard now, but somewhere elseLike inky smoke through memoriesLeft on a cavern shelf.Each pause, each breath is musicStill, as each echo believesMist can still be magicSaid The Ghost that plays the keys.
Copyright 2017 LJ
I prey upon your silenceSaid The Ghost that Plays the KeysIcicles where fingers wereRide on a phantom breezeOf melody, heard long agoHeard now, but somewhere elseLike inky smoke through memoriesLeft on a cavern shelf.Each pause, each breath is musicStill, as each echo believesMist can still be magicSaid The Ghost that plays the keys.
Copyright 2017 LJ
December 16, 2016
Before I Met You
Before I Met You
I dream aboutThe hopelessnessBefore I met you.
Dreamland makes the space eternal.
I swim in the feel of no-one.I wake in the need of someone. But you're already there.
By LJ. Copyright 2016.
I dream aboutThe hopelessnessBefore I met you.
Dreamland makes the space eternal.
I swim in the feel of no-one.I wake in the need of someone. But you're already there.
By LJ. Copyright 2016.
Therapy
Therapy
I feltThe ground and notMy fear.I heardThe birds and allThings near.I sawThe sky not fullOf ghosts.I knewMy mind was inControl.
By LJ. Copyright 2016.
I feltThe ground and notMy fear.I heardThe birds and allThings near.I sawThe sky not fullOf ghosts.I knewMy mind was inControl.
By LJ. Copyright 2016.
June 26, 2016
Until Now
Until Now
The muse left me.I felt her go.I wanted to write, yes andSuddenly, no.She was there -Word fountains flew into the airThen rained downSilence.Until now.
By LJ. Copyright 2016
The muse left me.I felt her go.I wanted to write, yes andSuddenly, no.She was there -Word fountains flew into the airThen rained downSilence.Until now.
By LJ. Copyright 2016
