JGHeraghty | Poetry

Hi guys, it's June again already! Time's flying by so fast, it's actually really scary.. Before we know it, it'll be Christmas again! Anyway.. I've had mixed feelings about this poem, and for that reason I was a little reluctant to post it. I've had a few chances every now and again, despite how busy I've been for the past two weeks.. But I just couldn't sit still and explain what this poem is about. Again, I just want to remind the reader that my poetry is fictitious, no matter how much it feels as if I'm describing myself. 13 Layers of Irony is the third part of the Fictional Dependency series. It has to be my favourite part of the three so far, because of the emotion. The whole idea of regret dominates her, she made a mistake and because she's now blocked out from his world, she has decided to tell herself she didn't care anyway. I'm glad many questions come to mind while you're reading the poem. Even I find myself aski...

Hi all, good May to you all.. I've been anxious about my May upload.. and mainly because of the occasion that's in it. Today marks the anniversary of my big brother, Michael Jnr, who I've written many poems about. Those many poems began with this first one, 'A Sense of Place'. I won a competition with this poem in 2013, which was held for the Gathering Festival. Before entering the competition, I remember reading the requirements of the brief, the whole idea of a sense of place .. And I had to really think about it. All my life I've felt a little lost, I'm not going to lie. I never fully feel a comfortable sense of belonging in anywhere I am, or with anyone I'm with. The only thing that has ever assured me of my place in this world, is knowing that Michael is in the Kingdom above me. All I have to do is look up at the sky and I instantly find myself right back down to Earth. I've always hoped Michael was in a better place. Life is really...

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...