JGHeraghty | Poetry

Happy November guys! Yes, it's time for another, already. I just noticed earlier that the year is flying by so quickly, 2015 is pretty much just around the next corner. It's been a while now since my last post, but I hadn't completely ignored the blog during that time. I have actually been tweaking mediocre things here and there in the meantime. And, while doing so, I've been working up to this post. My next poem was actually inspired by a moment. One so insignificant and meaningless that not even I could really explain where it originated. I was standing at the bus stop talking to a colleague of mine from college (I would say friend, but it's his belief that that term is far too "loose"), Trevor Gilmartin, it was just an ordinary day. When my bus arrived, Trevor went the opposite direction from I, but I had this sudden realisation that, just because we part, it doesn't mean our relationship changes in any way. We'll just see each other again t...

I was excited about posting this one. After one of my Game Culture labs during the week, in which we were given the task of playing two terrible games (Spelunky and Super Crate Box, if you're wondering), one of my new found friends, Arturs Timofejevs, asked me if I would write him a four-line poem based on how awful I thought the games were. I honestly thought they were horrible. I mean.. they just weren't my jam anyway! On my way home of the bus that evening, I wrote the poem.. And, incase you're wondering, Arturs loved it! I guess the dedication goes directly to Arturs.. :) Arturs' Game I tried to think of the words that would best describe that game, I sat and wondered why Arturs had not felt the same. Then, I questioned if his “opinion” was simply just an act, Because the game was awfully dreadful, and that's a matter of fact! 7th October 2014

As eager as I was to get to the October post nearing the end of September, it has taken me ages to get around to it. On saying that though, I've been finding it very difficult to think. I didn't know what poem to post, nor did I know what words to say. I mentioned before that I was posting my poems in a sort of parallel way to my life, so while I was on my way home from college the other day, it hit me. My next post is the poem I told you all back in July that I would put up in time to come. This is a follow-on from "Incase You Forget" and, as you know already, does have a dedication. One that has remained anonymous. And forever will, by the looks of things. The poem is obviously about letting someone go, which actually pains me to have to do. Over the past few months I've had to let people go, and I must admit, it was easier than I ever imagined it would have been. It got me thinking about the people that have always been by my side, such as Ultan Pereira, a ...

Helloo, to whomever cares to read this! I know I've been updating the site on an abnormal basis, not keeping tabs on the distance between each post. But, it's okay because despite how irregular the timing, I have made sure to keep my posts parallel, if I may admit, with the life that I am leading. Or, in better English, my life as it is momentarily. I realise that I've made quite an odd move by going to college and studying something more on the mathematical side of business. Which is slightly contradictary toward my love for English and using that particular side of my brain. If there's anything I've learned over the past year, it's that sometimes, the unplanned moments of your life are the best moments of your life. And, I realise that if you are just checking out the site and seeing what it's all about, (or, perhaps, what I'm all about) you may think that to be a bit soppy and just leave it right there. Close the tab at the top of your page and ...

Now for my September post, the Summer flew away so quickly that I managed to end up here, the day before I start college. Can you believe it, college? For this one, I'm posting my latest poem, which I wrote only days ago. What's funny about the poem is that, moments before I wrote it at about four in the morning, I had begun to write a "Joanne Here" post in which I was going to tell you all about how I had run out of ideas as to what to base a poem upon. I felt completely neutral. I had no ideas, no thoughts, no emotions. Absolutely nothing. And what's more, is that I felt completely powerless.. which is such a helpless feeling, might I add. (Never go to bed angry!!) I just want to get this poem posted and out there, so that I can both come to terms with the truth behind it, and forget it. Acception is vital for this one! I'm basically hoping that, by posting the poem, and getting it out of the way, I will never again have to experience the feelings that...

Would you believe it, August is here already .. Which means that it's about time I got to my next post! I decided to go with something from my more recent additions to the collection. I decided to use the most simplistic of language for this one, which I personally thought would evoke a childish nature to the poem and its subject matter. Basically, I believe this childish language would help the reader to understand the message that is being relayed in the poem. Children's imaginations run wild, which is a common expression. But what about teenagers? Or, even, adults? Are they not to believe in monsters just because they have grown up and should know better? In my opinion, those who convince themselves that monsters are non-existent are experiencing a state of denial. Recently, I have grown to feel like a monster is looking over my shoulder and watching my every move. It's difficult to understand, even for me, but it's true. So I attempted to put my situation into a...

This one is a little different to the rest. Most poets write about the person they, publicly or privately , love . I never, in all honesty, thought I would become one of those type of poets. Everyone has their own unique ways of expressing themselves , which is something that Caroline has kindly explained to me recently. For me, it's through poetry. I know it's normal for people to love others, and well, naturally the love that they feel is shown to the world by their own method of expression . In truth, if I had actually tried to put into words the love that I felt for the person on which this poem is based, it would never have worked out. I would sit, and think, and think.. But nothing would come. The words for this one fell together, when I let my mind wander to where it wished to go. A dedication does exist, but I don't intend to make it public unless it's at the request of the dedicatee . Additionally, things change and people change. That much I have come ...