The Birth of a Planet - A dedication to an amazing group of writers and a very fun year.

The Birth of a Planet

Many millions of years ago,

or so it seems,

a planet was born.

A brand new delivery:

 The first in the galaxy of SMC.

 Particles

drawn together by a force:

the need to compile,

create, compose

poetry and prose.

Particles collide

share and confide

and side by side,

they form a planet.

Christened 125

it thrives:

animated by imagination,

inspired by words.

All are welcome on this planet

by rights

Bloggers, Poets, cynics,

And the wearers of yellow tights.

Even Hufflepuffs

are admitted

As long as they are committed

There is no gravity on this planet,

In this room,

where writers bloom,

all of whom

I will miss. 

Just an extract from something quite a bit longer and significantly more depressing that I wrote

You get lost inside story worlds to protect yourself, those inside your head and on written pages. You wish you could be like the characters in a novel, created and controlled by some unbidden force, that of the author. You feel that life would be so much simpler this way. Then you curse yourself, because what, really, is an author if not a God? Molding his people to be whom he wants, setting their paths clearly ahead of them, allowing no alternative. No, an author is worse than a God, an author can murder and destroy what you grasp onto relentlessly and without consequence. He can manipulate your emotions and drag you into a world that you cannot escape from, that resides in your memory far after you have laid down to rest. He keeps you awake at night. You envy him.

Planet 125 Video

The Northern Lollipop

Because of what I was born

It is expected of me

To be taken by the stick

And to be eaten clean

It’s not much of a feat

And so short a life span

And to make it worse

I was born a Northern’

I don’t want to be bought

I don’t want to stay

I just want to live

I want to run away

And yet I have no legs

Not even one limb

I cannot climb from this jar

And most definitely can’t swim

I am told by my friends

‘Ya shun’t be so sad!

To dream of such things

It will send you flippin’ mad!’

But one day, you’ll see

I’ll leave this horrid glass jail

I’ll fly past shooting stars

Like a warrior, I shall prevail!

But for now, I sit and dream

In this silly little sweetie-shop

I cannot move, I cannot leave

For I am just a lollipop

R

Planet 125

Taking flight through visions
Of our maddest, hare-brained schemes
From wondrous thought to vellum page
We bring to life our dreams

We shall read, and read out loud
For we know that we’ll be heard
And surely they’ll be listening
Hanging off our every word

From Hogwarts through to Mordor
Our heads up in the skies
We’ve never had such fun
As on Planet 125

A fleeting ninety minutes
Time moves so quickly here
We hope for more adventures
We hope it’s on next year

Supernova

Being out here makes me feel alive.
Now isn't that just sad?
I am here with you,
I'm not supposed to; I feel bad.

I'd apologise and beg forgiveness,
In truth, I don't know why.
I'd sooner stay here with you,
Then leave, go home and cry.

Standing here, look up and down,
Gaze up into the night.
We'll sit and dream a while,
Though our consciences may fight.

I feel so safe, much safer now,
It's a shame that that is true.
Out of all the people in the world,
I'd sooner stay with you.

Night goes dark, much blacker now,
Glittering orbs hanging high.
This beauty is magnificent,
It makes me want to cry.

In the night, with you, I sit,
We sit gazing out.
You make me feel freedom,
You make me want to shout.

I know it's wrong to write it,
Or think or say out loud.
But when I'm with you, my love,
I feel oh so proud.

Look at me! I chose "The One",
The right one in my arms.
I didn't alter looks nor smile,
Nor laugh, personality or charms.

In truth, I am a supernova,
My stars shall shine all night.
Regardless of the others,
My heart will put up the fight.

I'm your only supernova,
And my love, you are mine.
We stars are not possessive,
Us two were born to shine.

Time

Like a bomb set to detonate

The clock is ticking fast,

Like watching a flower seed to bloom,

And knowing it can’t last.

It’s a glimpse towards the future,

and accepting the change as fact,

It’s what you know you’ll look back on,

And claim was all too fast.

It seems time sets to engulf us all,

And change what’s left behind,

It blurs the edges of what once was,

so you just can’t bring to mind…