JGHeraghty | Poetry

Happy December guys! I'm sorry it has been so long since I've posted anything new. I was in a bit of a slump. Apologies seem to be a theme I've got going on recently, I've dished out quite a lot of them - it's exhausting. I've been so busy, I've lost track of quite a number of aspects of my life, and people..a lot of people. But I didn't forget you guys. This month, I've written the next part to the Fictional Dependency series . I thought I had reached the finale of the series with Breaking the Fourth Wall , but then I realised I just opened a door..and left everything in an ambiguous way. Originally, I couldn't visualize a direction for the series. I honestly entered into it blindly. But now, having made reference to my actual circumstances - my reality - I know exactly where I'm headed. You see, sometimes things just don't work. Sometimes there's no reason people part, it's just fate. I completed the bulk of the poem

Happy September guys! This one is a little dated, but I've chosen to post it this month as it's the most appropriate poem for recent times. I'm going through the biggest writing block I've ever experienced, and up until recently, I had accepted that I was finished with poetry. Before I moved to Dublin, I was enchanted by everything. Taking the time to sit down and piece a poem together came easy and regularly..but now I'm struggling. A year ago I wrote myself a letter, following the beginning of the happiness challenge, and in it I included all the things I wished to change about myself and the place I was during the time. I reminded myself why I started the challenge and explained my end goal. It was a fantastic idea! I read the letter only last week and within the letter I told myself if I was to have stopped writing, for whatever reason, start again on the day I read the letter. I also told myself if I found an appropriate reason to stop writing, remember

Happy August guys! This next one actually stemmed from something completely unrelated. I've been working within a small company for the past few months, and within that time I've learned a lot about myself and the people I like to have around me. One particular person is one of my colleagues. I don't have any specific attachment to her, but we share stories about life and the important, significant people and events in our lives. She's about 30 years my senior, but I feel like we're on the same level, with similar personalities. We recently had a conversation about Alzheimer's and an experience she had with a family member. She explained a scenario where someone she loved found themselves back to their childhood days and could no longer remember her for who she was. I know it's a horrible experience, and watching the tears whelm up in her eyes really relayed the effect it can have on family and friends. But while I sat with her, and while tears dropped

Happy July guys.. I missed June. I'm not happy about it at all. I had a tiny hint of writer's block and it effected a great deal of things for me throughout the month. On the plus side, I did eventually get something written for June so it could be worse! So, this one has caused a little bit of a stir up. I've been asked a number of questions from a few people regarding the meaning of the poem. One person asked me why I would write a poem about racism. They've questioned my mental health. I've even had someone comment on my constant use of darkness and light when comparing. The different opinions I was receiving about the poem really put things into perspective for me.. I mean I coined the poems title a couple of years ago and attempted so many times to pull something suitable together for it. And I struggled greatly throughout June, I had friends, and especially Caroline, wondering where my monthly update was. Turquoise Moon wasn't intentionally supposed

Hi guys! I know this is my second visit this month, but I couldn't wait! I must admit, I can't believe I wrote this. This is the light in my dark tunnel, I think. Just the other day I revisited the reason I started writing the Fictional Dependency series. It was actually as a result of the attacks in Paris back in November 2015. I was explaining this to someone, while surprising myself that I could recall it so intimately. I remember scrolling through social media, hours after the attacks, reading everyone's posts. Pray for Paris the most prominent slogan I've ever actually seen. The world went nuts sympathising Paris. You'd swear the rest of the world wasn't falling apart around Paris. Anyway, what caught my attention was a girls poem about Paris. I get why people were shocked, and I get why people were heartbroken. I watched it all on the news, I seen the devastation just as others did. But I also seen the other side to the story. The French government

May the 4th be with you all guys! Okay, so my next one is a tribute to my big sister - whom is celebrating her birthday today. I wrote it yesterday while I was out and about. As many of ye might recall, this is one of the most difficult weeks of the year for us, with Michael's birthday and anniversary - but Caroline's birthday just slots in there, and I thought it would be nice to pull together some words just for her. So I hope you appreciate the name choice, I had a nice wee giggle for myself. Happy Birthday, Caroline.. This is for you. ♥♥♥ Fan-tastic Take the following words, And bring them with you through your life. I want you to know you’re a fantastic person: Sister, mother, daughter and wife. You give everything your best efforts, Even when it feels like the whole world’s on your plate. You may have a load of ridiculous habits, But what counts is your utmost good faith. You’ve taught me lessons no tutor could teach me. You’ve prepared me for the worl

Happy April guys! I wrote this next one within a matter of minutes, which I note for the purpose of what's coming next. Within a matter of minutes, life can change drastically. You can meet someone's eyes and your souls can tangle, two hands can touch and a relationship can get defined, doors can close, tears can well up, food can burn, the clouds can change.. Your mind could change.. I wrote this on what would have been mine and Sean's 2nd anniversary. And although I am very aware that it's over between us, sometimes things fall apart and I find myself backtracking. No matter where life brings me, I find myself missing the person I thought he was. That being said, this poem isn't about him. In fact, it's about a lot of people, and no one in particular. You see, when people say they fall in love, I often wonder if they know what they're talking about. I mean, how do they know? Is it those butterflies in their tummy? Or the smile that creeps on their

March is almost over guys, but I made a last minute decision to post this one. I have been haggling between three different poems to post this month, and I couldn't settle. I've no idea why that was, but I'm glad to have come to a conclusion and posted Dear Lady Cheyenne . I'm not sure if it's going to come across to my readers that this is an actual real person. And my feelings, despite the fact that I have allowed it to bother me to the extent of writing a poem about it, are next to none. The truth is, you can only be pushed away so far. And I was pushed into the abyss. I did wonder what went on in her mind..I even wondered why I wasn't good enough.. I still wonder, but I now know that I'm not the problem. You see, things change and people change, I've grown up abiding by that saying.. It's just, this is ridiculous. The person on which this poem is based just woke up one morning and stepped out of her own world. She caused herself the hugest

Happy February guys! As it's the month of love, (or loner month if I will,) I thought this one would be best suited for the occasion. I can't believe it's Spring 2017 already! I actually used to despise this time of year due to the weather mainly. See, it's cold, so utterly cold, but the sun is shining? It makes no sense, it's almost like a false hope. But that's changed over the past few days. I've started seeing things in a completely new, colourful light. I woke up one morning last week and felt unstoppable. The world could have thrown anything at me, and I was ready! Soul Mates is a creation I never once believed I'd be the master of. The night I wrote it, I was tucked up in bed, the television was on in the background and my heart just danced to the rhythm of my words. I never used to believe "soul mates" to be the spiritual union of lovers. I always believed they were two friends, with opposite paths in life. They would find each

Happy 2017 guys! So I'm going to start the year off with an apology. I ended 2016 on a very grim note and I do apologise for that. But I would also like to explain why I did that. You see, 2016 was a rollercoaster of a year for me. While I had a great experience challenging myself to be happy to my full potential, I hit a few walls and found a few dark corners along the way. And I want to tell ye all about them. Over the course of the year, I transitioned between a grey world, into some colour. And I started the happiness challenge, thinking it would automatically make me happy, but that was a silly thought. Happiness comes from within, no one is responsible for making you happy, only yourself. And I found that after some time, when the world seemed to be shutting doors and switching on the rain showers above me. I thought the happiness challenge was a complete flop and then, I woke up one morning and just realised I was wrong. I can't explain it, but I just felt content w