my old blog. Haha. It saw me through my A-levels, a time where poetry was my main outlet of expression. 
http://shamullings.blogspot.com/
Will copy and paste a few entries.
The Royal Breakfast
O, what a beautiful day…
I’ve got this wonderful feeling
Everything’s going my way…Bursting!
Bursting and swollen and
Juicy.
Like a full ripe round red blackcurrant
quivering, grinning,
singing!
And Juicy.
O, you adorable,
You Darling!
The wonder of Your craftmanship
Every morning anew
Toasty!
Golden rays oozing through the
cracks in my window,
Splat! On the wall
Tasty
Like royal breakfast
all laid out for me
for you
for ALL!
Pretty!
Like tinkling
bobbing
tiny
flowerheads
singing at the top
of their lungs
a Song
to me
to you
to ALL
who take the time…
to drink in the morning
to sink in-
to contentment
at a whole new day
like fresh dairy milk
creamy
like liquid pearl and silk
cupped in the King’s own
golden goblet
studded with glittering gems
each a rainbow! By themselves
Sip! Drink
says He
to me and you
and ALL
who take the time…
to see
to feel
to realise
to appetise
the glory, the day
of TODAY!
Just today.
Taste today bit by
bit
Don’t sit through
and take
burnt crusts
blackened and bitter
for breakfast…
lunch and dinner
Okay?
It is so easy
to wake up
sullen and stressed
hair chaotic and
messed
like Life
per se.
Nay!
There’s another way…
God! Make me stay
like this
Today
Tomorrow
Every day
the sun rises and sets
high hot or wet
stormy, bright
or as cloudy as it can get.
Keep me happy
content
and rested
in Your Truth!
And may I
you
ALL
open their eyes anew
afresh
reborn
every
morn
to the smells,
tingling
bursting
sweet morning
bells…
Jump up!
Jump out!
Stretch
Let it,
the royal breakfast,
fetch
golden shoes,
armour
and cloak
to match.
What a day
it will be…
O’ what a beautiful morning
breakfast
offered
by He…
—
Again?
What stopped me before?
Laziness? Slothfulness?
Pitiful excuses…What took me so long?
I scoff and shake
My head, rocks
Back and forth
As I stare up up
Above
At the the fan whipping
Swift circles swish swish
Above
my head, rocks
Back and forth
Like the chewing of a pen
Back and forth.
They get violently tossed,
Chewed, trampled…
Spat out or swallowed?
To spit or to swallow?
That is the question…
It has been more than a year
Long delayed,
A musty frusty, cobwebby comeback
I’ve made…
You Know Not How I Feel, and You Never Shall…
Feelings
deep deep down
In my heart I feel
So much, so real
So solid, so here…
Exploding.
Queasiness, excitement,
Fear.
Butterflies, literally
Up. Down.
Jerking me around.
Hollow fingers grab nothing
Invisible grasps
Aching gasps
Frustration is wild
Strangling, suffocating
Wild, angry, a tangled mass
O God, will you not release
this broken lass?
A trembling smile,
pursed lips
The sparkling duo
dulled.
Step, step, smile,
Step, step, smile,
The rhythm is simple
but
the crushing, the shattered,
the shard within
present always,
jarred with each step
the marred flinches
clenched endurance
gritted so hard
as a child pinks with pain,
with agony
I cry out.
But
a sigh is all I allow
to be uttered,
To express the depths
I swallow,
Suppress.
A prayer muttered
A wisp, a film
exposed,
vulnerable,
What sigh be it?
A gentle, a whisper,
slight, delicate,
delicious…
a sound barely there,
deaf to the world.
Light in existence
so as to hide the insight
to the inside…
Of the It that died.
