JGHeraghty | Poetry

Happy February everyone! I couldn't find the time to get around to the blog these past few weeks so I think it's about time I got to it while I have the chance! This next poem was written after a series of events... Ones of which I can't find the words to address, aloud anyway. Basically, you go through your whole life feeling hopeless, defenseless, weak.. and then someone comes in and shows you the beautiful side to it, the side you've always been missing... And then, they decide to go again, just as quickly as they arrived.. It's not fair, it's just not fair. That's what the poem is about. How you can get so close to finally achieving what you've set your mind on, and then it can just slip away, right through your fingers. I have dedicated this one to Sean Golden.. Whether he understands why or not.. But, behind my personal reasons, the poem is based upon that hopelessness. That one specific feeling .. the one that breaks hearts and causes tear...

Hi guys! I know it hasn't been all that long ago since my last post, but recently I've shifted in the extremities. I cannot stop writing poems!! On the 11th, I wrote three in total, almost adjacently! And yesterday, I wrote two, when I should have been studying. That's the funny thing about using your brain. Sometimes when you're trying to concentrate on something in particular, something else rushes in. It's kind of like how life is, you concentrate your aims on particular goals, and everything manages to intervene. I don't really know why anything like this is coming to mind... but sometimes people leave us too early. Whether it is a lover, a cousin, a friend or a brother. I wrote this one with my big brother, Michael jnr., in mind.. but a particular person questioned it. He asked me if it was about a boyfriend, or someone alike, which could potentially fit, but that's not the route I was on. So, in other words, the poem could appeal to anyone who ...

Hey guys! Happy January! 2015 is here, quicker than I could have ever anticipated. We've all made our resolutions and, well, Best of Luck with them all guys! I'm diving right in because, if I'm honest, sometimes it's better to just let the thoughts pour out instead of leaving them locked away in your mind, attacking you during every moment of silence. As much as I'm truly enjoying the time that I'm in, there does come times every now and again where my mind wanders back to a time I left behind...and, I just can't seem to understand why it keeps getting me down. In mid-December I realised I hadn't written anything, and that really worried me.. Simply because I feel like I've had my head in the clouds and, perhaps, I'm not seeing things as clearly as I should be. With all that in mind, during my birthday celebrations, I found myself leaving everyone's company and sat on the ground in my room constructing yet another of my least favourit...

Hey guys! Merry Christmas to you all, and I really hope ye all had a great one! I still can't believe 2014 is almost over.. But I won't start ranting on about it again, don't worry. Instead, I just wanted to catch up on a few things I've fallen back on over the past few months. Between the blog, my personal writing, and the life that I keep subtly bringing into context with my blog posts. Firstly, "Metaphoric Ends" was a complete hit, Katherine loved it.. which made me very happy, I might add. :) We generally grow to love the people we can't. But despite the inconvenience, we still love them. Katherine is one of those people.. ♥ Also... I had completely forgotten about this, and I cannot believe I did! Back in November, the President of Ireland, Michael D, Higgins, came to my national school to celebrate a centenary... Considering he too is a poet, as a gift, the organisers put together a collage of poems written by locals. Two of my personal poems ...

Okay, happy December guys! Wow, I know I keep saying it, but 2014 has gone by way too fast! I mean, here I am, living my final month as a child... before I have to enter the big bad world and face adult responsibilities! .... Enough of that! This post is one I've been looking forward to. I'm not certain why though.. I've attempted to post it each month up until now, but every time it just didn't feel like the appropriate time. Now though, I'm pretty sure it's perfect timing. Before I leave this year, making my New Year's resolutions and entering into a new, better era, I want to make this poem public. It's the one that shows my readers that I was one of those people who did face horrible life situations, with people so stuck up in their own selves to show even the slightest bit of consideration for others, and I overcame them. This poem is based upon the confidence I gained when I realised we are all equal in this world. They don't need me, I d...

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