Amra Pajalic

Vampire Diaries

Watching the Vampire Diaries every week

Fills me with glee and makes my heart weak

Damon, I love your strut and your cocky smile

But if I met you in real life I’d run a mile

Your bad boy vibe gives me a thrill

As I watch all the blood that you spill

But what I really enjoy the most

Is how you battle love’s lost ghost

The way you love Elena to bits

I can’t wait for the episode when she submits

Although it is Stefan that she should be with

This is a fantasy and a complete love myth

And in between episodes when I need my fix

I’ll flick over to youtube and get my kicks

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I’m having fun with this poetry caper. It’s so freeing to write about whatever pops in my mind.

My repulsive friend
You manipulate my forest honey
And in this languid moment
Of gorgeous milk
And smooth sweet breast
I cry to the goddess

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Today’s exercise has been to do fridge magnet poetry. I selected some random words and put them up on a whiteboard, see below:

Then I started joining up words and making combinations. This is what I ended up with:

If you can’t read the photo this is what it says:

Only death
Power your eternity
Whisper together
Essential language
Repulsive friend
Manipulate forest honey
Languid moment
Gorgeous milk
Smooth sweet breast
Though spring easy rose
Diamond petal flood
Cry goddess
Love watch
Next chocolate

Then I began playing around and making some mini poems and this is what I ended up with:

Poem I
Only in death
Do we power through
Eternity
And whisper together
Our essential language

Poem II
My repulsive friend
You manipulate my forest honey
And in this languid moment
Of gorgeous milk
And smooth sweet breast
I cry to the goddess

Poem III
I love to watch
You eat the next chocolate

Poem IV
Spring is an easy rose
Followed though
By a diamond petal flood

The words won’t come

Makes me feel so dumb

So I flick to the rhyming dictionary

And find that it rhymes with dysentery

I look for inspiration there

And find that I’m filled with fear

I thought I was doing well

But instead I mispell the word misspell

See I learnt something today

There are seven syllables in

Radioactive decay

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So it’s day 19 of the Month of Poetry and I’ve managed to post a poem every day so far. Some days, like today, it’s not easy. Only twelve more days to go.

You admired my bountiful petals

Watered  and pruned me

Watched with pride as I branched out

Your perfect blooming rose

You weeded the grass

Viciously tearing out the stalks

Ensured I was the centre of attention

Your beautiful blooming rose

You tore out the flowers

Leaving the front yard bare

Until I was the only plant there

Your lonely blooming rose

My petals became brown and forlorn

You tended to me

Gave me all of your care

Your fading blooming rose

You wanted to make me perfect

Pruning, trimming, diminishing me

Until I was a lone rose on a bare branch

Your ugly blooming rose

My petals fell onto your pristine lawn

And you put them in the rubbish bin

And vowed never to plant again

Your dead blooming rose

In bed awake I lie

teeth grinding

staring at the ceiling

in my head living:

to do lists

ambition and creation

words like rice grains

gathering pace.

Pressure builds

breathing is jerky

I’m suffocating.

The thought descends

a black velvet curtain:

I am her

brain is splitting

reality is shifting

always stuck

in this moment.

Only escape

a razor blade

along my wrist

and slide into

a warm blood bath.

A speeding car

smashing into a pylon

head first

through the windshield

thoughts terminated.

Probably pills

always pills

rushing into a dreamless

sleep I’ve been craving

tonight.