JGHeraghty | Poetry

Hello again readers! I know this is my second post this month, but I'm keen to upload this one. In my last post I mentioned that May was my least favourite month of the year, and while there are many contributing reasons, this is one of the main ones. Today, the 27th of May, marks the 5th anniversary of a life changing event that I experienced. Five years ago, I was on a school tour with my class mates in Secondary school. We went to an activity center across the Irish border, in Northern Ireland. I won't give any specific details.. But basically, what happened was, I joined my friends on various obstacle courses in both water-based and land-based activities. I could safely have said it was the time of my life. That was until we went to do an archery course. I genuinely thought that meant bows and arrows.. But I was wrong. Instead, it was a course with activities such as swinging like Tarzan and walking on wired lines... I came to one specific activity, it was a leaping...

Good May to you all! Now, I won't get into all the various reasons why May is my least favourite month of the year... But, at some point, I promise, I'll explain the lot. For now though, I want to just concentrate on an ancient matter. Friends play a massive role in my life. To some, friends are deemed to have little importance.. Which actually reminds me of the time Trevor told me he considered the term "friends" to be a 'loose term.' I want you all to know that Trevor came to realise he was very, very wrong. To me, friends make my life. I love my family and I know their values, but what I've learned is that friends show you a part of you you may have never even knew existed. I had many different friends through my years in Primary School, some who showed me that your outside family life can have a real impact on the kind of person you are.. Others showed me that trust needs to be earned.. Others even showed me that you don't truly know, res...

Hello again, I know it hasn't been too long since my last update.. But ever since I put "Daymare" on the site, I've felt a little uneasy.. I'm trying to find the right words to explain it, but I can't. Daymare has a certain dark quality to it that has created a negative atmosphere on the blog.. and, for that reason, I want to change it. Of course, I can't recant my post.. I mean, I could delete it, obviously.. But that's not what I mean. I can't undo what is written. Daymare has to be one of my favourite pieces, mostly because it hits something inside that I can't even put into words. Yes, wordless... that's unusual for me! Anyway, I did say I was posting poetry that sort of reflects my life as it currently is.. So with that in mind, here's my next one. I wrote Endorphins while waiting for two of my college mates to meet me for project work. It was a Sunday and the weather was lovely.. The sun was on my face, there was a light...

Hey guys! The year seems to be flying by already.. It's amazing how fast time goes when you're having fun! I've constantly been putting off updating the site due to the workload from college and keeping up with social activities... and the exhaustion that's associated with both. Although, throughout it all, I can't switch off the poetry.. This next one is one of my rarer ones. It explores the darker side of me, in the corridors of my mind I rarely let anyone trail. I had a problem. We all have problems, I know.. But this one was eating me, taking away my daytime hours, keeping me awake at night..crawling into my dreams, switching off the colours, and causing everything to go dark. Darkness. That's the only real word powerful enough to explain the scenario on which this poem is based. I was living a lie, pretending everything was okay when the truth was, I was hurting. I may have been grand but, emotionally, I was exhausted. The poem is based upon the p...

Hey there! It hasn't been long since my last post but I wanted to upload this one onto the site. I wrote "Thinking Aloud" whilst traveling. It doesn't really matter where my destination was, nor what time it was.. nor what day it was. I genuinely did not care where I was at the time. I just know I had words spilling from my mind..and it felt good to finally have something positive on paper for a change. Over the past few weeks, I've been constantly asked why my poetry lacks positivity, why it's either morbid or depressing. I went through a phase of sticking to the theme of "letting go" while writing my poems..which is obviously evident and pretty noticeable now that I think of it. I had a few months where I felt eager to "just let go".. forgive and forget and all that.. but when I fell back into my own, supposedly comfortable, silence I found I couldn't just let go..I couldn't forgive or forget, I couldn't move on from whe...

Happy March guys! Over the past few months, writing poetry has been really difficult, and I'm not exactly sure why. I think it's because I don't know what to talk about..or perhaps I just have quite a lot to talk about. Too much, in fact. I would sit in the sitting room at home with a refill pad and think really strongly for hours.. but nothing would come. One day I had been struggling quite a bit when I jotted down a draft of this one. Untitled and unstructured, I left the poem and moved on. A few weeks later I found it in amongst other notes in my notepad and chopped and changed it into what it is today. The only part of it worth keeping was the second last stanza. I've decided to dedicate this one to a guy I know really well, his name is Padraic McGowan. Padraic used the phrase "chasing shadows" to me at one point, while addressing our relationship.. I was the shadow..and he was the shadow chaser.. I merely put that int o a different co ntext, but tha...

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...