JGHeraghty | Poetry

Hey guys,  Recently, life is great. Which is something I always say, no matter how bad things really are. I always cover it up with simple words, because the longer explanation requires careful attention and serious listening.. A lot of the time I don't exactly feel like I have that. This year, so far, has taught me the art of remembering . My creativity, I feel, has reduced.. And my motivation too. I feel a little disappointed in those two things. They mean more to me than words can express and I've just let them slip. Up until these recent weeks, I had also forgotten quite a number of things from my childhood.. We get so caught up in the future and all the amazing opportunities ahead of us that sometimes we forget about what's right in front of us. I've come to remember quite a few little things that meant a hell of a lot to me when I was younger... Like, for instance, when I was really small, and had to step up on my tippee toes and stretch out my arm the fu...

Hey guys.. Happy June! I told my sister, Caroline, I would post my June poem sooner than I have, but no poem in my collection suited the humour that has prevailed over me since the finale of my first year of college.. So, I wrote this one today. This next poem is the closest I can get to express one constant in my life. I have no explanation for the ways I'm feeling recently, so instead I'm redirecting my concentration toward the core of me. The Owner of Your Boots is about my brother, Michael Jnr., and how, all my life, I grew up looking for a protective figure to support me.. And, I've only ever felt it was there spiritually. This is a kind of poem I love to write.. But it's fairly difficult to allow myself to tap into these sort of feelings, so these poems come rarely. I have found a protective figure, that is my boyfriend Sean Golden, who I have previously mentioned a few times.. It's not entirely possible for someone else to fill my brother's sho...

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...