JGHeraghty | Poetry

Hi guys! I know this is my second post of the month, but I've been eager to post it since I wrote it. I'm delighted with this poem, mainly because I've beaten that horrid depressing twist I have on all of my poems. A lot of people have read this poem, and I've had loads of positive feedback.. I'd like to just say first that this is completely fictitious. The story-line is solely for the purpose of the lesson that the little boy learned. It's about how small little moments, insignificant at the time they're happening, can have a massive influence on us. I like to think that my parents, in any and all of their weaknesses, were the ones who taught me how to be a human. I read it in a book once, that when children see their parents cry, they realise that their parents are human too. They can suddenly relate with their emotions, whether they're sad themselves or not. And that's how they bond. In a way, I think that's how we all bond. I knew a ...

Hi guys! It's April already, can you believe it?! Time's flying by so fast.. I can barely keep up with the days! During March, I struggled to put a pen to paper, and construct my March poem. My aim is to write at least one poem a month, like I have for the past two years.. And hopefully, pull together a collection for when I'm older. I have so many thoughts, it wasn't as if I had a shortage of poem ideas, it was just compiling them into a poem that was the problem. Over the past few months, people have commented on many aspects of my poetry. And a lot of what people say affects me and my writing. Some people have mentioned my pervasive use of 'letting go' in my poems, and have told me I've taken it too far. Perhaps I have, but I see a particular beauty in letting go of something. I have problems dealing with loss and abandonment. Toward myself and others. A specific example is in the movie Inside Out , where Bing Bong fades away. I'm sorry if I...

Hi guys, I figured the time was right to dive straight into my next post. To coincide with the 1916 centenary celebrations in Ireland, I thought it would be interesting to post something political... Maybe it's time to demonstrate my views, only a little. I'm not strong willed when it comes to politics, but I do have one strong feeling about it all... And that's that Ireland is in a different time to what it once was, back in Easter 1916. I know many people still yearn for a united Ireland.. But I don't understand what more they could possibly want. In my opinion, we reap many benefits from being in the state that we currently are. For those unaware of Irish history, I'll give you a brief explanation. There are six counties in Northern Ireland, that Michael Collins signed off to the United Kingdom back in 1921. There was an agreement drawn up to allow the Irish to have their own home rule, instead of being governed from London. In this agreement, Northern Ir...

Hi guys! I've finally gotten around to posting my February poem.. For this month, I've gone for something old. I mentioned it in my last 'Joanne Here!' post, thinking I had already posted it. Nevertheless, here it is. The Consequences of Forgetting is based upon the same person In Case You Forget , Before I Let You Go and Love Cloud are. The person that, I've grown to realise, never truly had any ties with me. We were always two separate people, with an inevitable ending. There was nothing more than that... That was it. And once I came to that realisation, I felt like a fool. A fool for thinking otherwise. A fool for believing in him... A fool for feeling anything at all. Mainly though.. I felt like a fool for writing poems about him. Words I can't take back.. It's kind of like public humiliation that I've caused to myself. He didn't intentionally hurt me, he was just living a life that was parallel to mine. Our paths rarely crossed then, ...

Happy 2016 guys! I hope ye have all settled in nicely into the new year. And I really hope this year will be the year all your hopes and dreams come true! I've been asked a lot of questions regarding Neurological Warfare since it was posted, and all I've really told people is that it's fictitious. It is, I'm not lying.. But it is a little personal. I initially wrote Neurological Warfare because I thought it would be appropriate to finally construct my thoughts into a poem.. So that people would read it and understand. But while I did that, I put a fictional turn on the story that may have taken away from my point. The moral of Neurological Warfare , in summary, was that there are outsiders, outside relationships, wars, homes, fights, friend circles.. Everywhere.. And very often, more can be seen from the outside. In this instance, the girl can see there is no real point to the war that is happening, and from the outside, she can see how simple it would be to...

Hi there, I'm going to dive straight into my December upload because I doubt I'll get the same time to get around to it after today. There's just so much to do. College is busy, the workload is intoxicating, people are unbearable and sleep is the most difficult thing to get around to these days. It got me thinking about mental health, and what effect a busy, exhausting lifestyle might have on an individual. I also considered the recent terrorism events that have been happening in midland Europe in the past few weeks, and I wanted to write something relevant. Of course, there is a hint of something else in there, an empowerment. Control, almost. What's interesting about the recent terrorism events, is that there are many sides to the fighting. And it's becoming more and more difficult to understand who is on whose side. Though, saying that, there are a minority that are not on any side, because the fighting is pointless.. Violence is not the answer! And t...

Hello readers.. This month, I want to post my most recent as usual. I know it's been quite a while since my last post, but that's mainly because I've been so busy with everything. Deadlines are all flooding together at once! Anyway, I wrote this while I was actually concentrating on a Creative Media assignment. Basically, what we had to do is create an info graphic, based on a humourous story that has featured in the news. I don't know what it was about my choice but it got me thinking. I decided initially to base my assignment on an article about children's phones replacing piggy banks.. And then I switched it because my ideas for it became more than what the assignment required. I started drawing out massive iPhones, stomping their way around the globe, trampling on all the little piggy banks. Now, I know you're laughing.. But the little piggys! Anyway, aside from the source of the poem, I think you may all agree that this is far less humourous than ...