Davie's Poetry

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Thanks,

Davie

No More.

Stopping poetry. No more I'm done.

Sorry folks.

Davie out.

I'd also like to add this blog shall be taken down in 7 days. Want me to talk to my e-mail is at the top of the page. I'm on twitter and I'm on facebook. I am planning to follow up with volume 3 of the poetry to get it on itunes. But i am cancelling the volume 4 I announced on my twitter page.

Killing Me

Killing Me

Walking the streets at night, shadows all around me; give me light.
Don't let me beg, I can't go on, sing me a song, can't you sing me your song?

Opened up my heart to you, layed out in front of you. Let you rest your hand on mine.
Told you that I loved you, baby it was all true. But maybe; we're runnin' out of time-

Tell me a story, whisper in my ear.
Tell me you'll hold me; I have nothing to fear.
You can't tell me that, because all you do;
Is slip away, like a cold wind that blew.

How can I have nothing to fear, when I can't hold on.
Why do you slip away, and not sing me that song.
The song with one verse, one line, three words. If you sang me that song you'd stay with me. Everything would sound true;
But i'm left here alone. You not loving me, but me loving you.

When was the last time we spoke? When was the last time we woke.
With a clear mind from the previous night?
I can't remember; it's gone, from mind, from sight.

When I wake up, my pillow is wet.
Wet by the tears I bled as I slept.
Those tears I wept, mean one thing about you.
A problem I have, but there's nothing I can do.

When I wake up, I'm scared to talk.
Scared to move, it hurts when I walk.
You've broken my chest, my life; in two.
In fact I've decided, my life, is now through.

I mean what is the point? How can I go on?
With nothing but emptiness to our conversations, our arguments, and your song.
What is the point? I can't keep living for you. Not with this torment. Or this pain I go through.

You see, my chest is weak. My heart is straw.
If it was made of ice, it would be starting to thaw.
I suppose in a way it is. Each tear, a water drop.
From my beating heart, that's begging to stop.

There's no easy way to say it, but it's stopping because of you.
From all this pain, we're going through.
The only thing that's keeping me with you, here by your side.
Is my song that I sing you, that comes from deep inside.

Those three words that are trembling, inside of my chest.
I love you, I love you, I love you.
I love. You... I love. You...
I.. Love... You.. I.. Love... You..
Then rest-

That's what'll happen. My heart will stop. Leaving me breathless. Leaving me lost.
Loving you, I cannot help. But love has come at a cost.
Perhaps my life. Is too big a loss.
But it feels so worth it, just to be here with you.
Singing my song, telling you, I love you.

But right now, I can't. I can't go on like this. So I'm going to sleep.
Slip away into bliss.
Perhaps you'll be there, perhaps there we can kiss.
But I can't stay here when it's you that I miss.

So this is going to be; my last.
My last message to you.
Before the future.
Because I hurt in the past.

Before you speak, I don't mean to interupt.
I'm sorry to say. That this life, has hiccupped.
I'm starting to go, I can literally feel it in my chest.
Next time you see me, you'll be laying me; to rest.

One poet, one life, one story. One song.
A song for you that will play on and on.
As for me, I'll look on up above, with this empty chest, with no one to love.
And you'll stare into picture frames, where I once stood.
You'll know that you killed me and that finally should;
Let you know, I did all that I could.

Thank God, some poetry is fiction.
But remember. Some is true.
And if you are reading, my song, is for you.
But right now, I'm gone. My only love, at my biggest cost.
Don't mourne for me. You were my lovely holocaust.
Wiping me out. Making me lost.
But I loved you. That out weighs my loss.

Don't visit. Don't cry. Don't shudder, in fear.
I'm holding you now. I'm holding, you near.
You can't see me, or hold me.
But I have you. I'm the weather around, and the things you do.

Just because I'm not there, doesn't mean that I'm gone.
I'm still by your side. Singing my song.
Couldn't you hear it? In that cold wind that blew.
Pet, I'm here, Davie loves you.

Davie Magill

Progression of my Poetry

Hey guys.

I decided to make a different kind of post and comment on how my poetry has progressed from the start all the way up to now and my own favourite poets.

In August it will have been two short years of me posting with all of you on this blog, and it has become a major influence on my life.

For that I thank you.

Tonight I was looking at my more recent poems, and comparing them to when I first started, those two short years ago.

My english has improved, my content has improved, and I feel i've just begun to grasp this craft. For that I have all of you to thank. You guys have helped me really improve my level of english, you've all helped me improve my content and by writing so many poems, i guess practise is just beginning to make perfect.

One poem I read tonight was "Let's Lie Here", here it is to jog your memories :p lol, don't worry, I can't even remember writing it nevermind reading it.

"Lets lie here

I wake up every morning
With you by my side
Im with the one i love
I have no reason to hide

I could lie here forever
Until the end of time
I will be yours
And you will be mine

We wrap our arms
Around each other
And lie here forever
With each other

I have only one question to ask you
Do you love me
Because i really love you

If you answer yes i do
Then lets tie here forever
Just me and you

Davie Magill"

The poem is lacking content wise. It's straight to the point, and lacks any real depth of emotion. The spelling and grammar is also awful and I'm actually ashamed of putting it up back then :p

But all poems are like that back then. All lacking depth and emotion with silly grammatical mistakes. But thanks to all your help and guidence my poetry has really improved in depth and emotion, with a lot more care taken in the grammatical field :p

Just look at, "Poppy Seeds", the most recent of my poetry. A lot more care has been taken over the spelling and grammar, and I really tried to work on the depth of emotion, to get it to the quality you readers deserve :)

"Poppy Seeds

Whispering winds through fields. Whispering how I'm meant to feel.
Bird's call in the chime. I know it's the time. I know it's the time.
Time for never again. Time for stay, time for go. Time for saying it all.
Perhaps my mistake, is in the fields. Perhaps it is disguised.
Disguised by a veil. Of amber and gold. The sunflowers in the fields.
They turn, they follow the sun. But they are lost at night. With only the cold. The sunflowers grow old.
Like I do with time. Time makes it worse, it cuts out my chest.
My heart is in my hands. I don't know what to do. What is there left to do?

I think I'm losing my mind.
My body and soul they lie in the fields. Amongst the poppy seeds.
While I'm inside looking on. Inside of my home, my living hell. My room a prison cell.
A room blocked off from all in the fields. I think I'm losing it all.
My body, my soul they lie in the fields, amongst those poppy seeds.
My body, my soul.
They lie in the fields. Amongst those poppy seeds.

I seem to have misplaced my love.
They're trapped in rose bush thorns.
My body is covered in blood.
It lies there in those poppy fields.
With love stuck there in the thorns.
My heart still in my hands. Blood pouring from my chest.
What can I do. This pumping charm. It lies here in my hand.
No love can take it, while trapped in thorns.
To keep it safe. It needs kept safe.
Before I say goodbye.
I can't say goodbye, when I'm kept safe. Please save me from these harms.

I'm stuck in here alive. Looking out to fields.
I see my body and soul. They rest, inside those poppy fields. They lie amongst the seeds.
A graveyard lying low. Were soldiers once were felled.
Buried below, the fields growing lead.
Beneath the bullets spread.
These poppy seeds they cut me down. Perhaps I chose to die.
I gave up hope, when I lost my love. Amongst those rosey thorns.
While I was trapped. I must look on. Before it is goodbye.

This heart in my hand. It whispers that I can.
It tells me, to squeeze it tight.
I hold it, with my might.
Don't give up this fight. Give into this fight.
I begin to turn around. Away from the fields.
I don't know why.
I think I'm losing it all. My love. My body. My soul.
I leave this prison cell. I slip between the bars.
Bars made to hold bodies inside. But I am the spirit of man.
I slip between the cracks. Into the broken land.
My heart in my hand. It's still beating my hand.

I come across a knife. It whispers to me. Like blades of grass.
I understand it's time.
I tell my heart goodbye.
The tears on my face make pools.
But spirits are immaterial things.
I stab my beating heart. The beating slowly fades. It's broken.
It broke long before. It stopped whenever I lost my love.
Now I have lost my life.
So I must say goodbye.
Goodbye to my body and soul. Goodbye to my love. Goodbye to my life.

Now I must say it all.
Hello to the world. This wonderful life.
And so I start again.
Following like those sunflowers.
This little tiny seed.
Where is my mind? Where's all I need.
Not here. It's gone. Trapped amongst those poppy seeds.
Perhaps I'll never die. I've already said goodbye.
Let me find my love. My body, my soul, immaterial things.
I need my life to love. I need love to live.
I am a sunflower, following a sun.
Without it I am lost. When i'm lost I'll be in poppy seeds.
And that's when we'll start again.
Until then I'll be waiting, inside my prison cell.
Inside this living hell.

Davie Magill"

I'm so proud to be still here writing two years later; but I wouldn't be here writing today if not for all of you, and once again, I say, thank you.

Two of my favourite poems, and quite possibly two of my biggest inspirations, are Robert Frost and Thomas Hardy.

My favourite Frost poem, is "Two Look At Two".

"Two Look At Two

Love and forgetting might have carried them
A little further up the mountain side
With night so near, but not much further up.
They must have halted soon in any case
With thoughts of a path back, how rough it was
With rock and washout, and unsafe in darkness;
When they were halted by a tumbled wall
With barbed-wire binding. They stood facing this,
Spending what onward impulse they still had
In One last look the way they must not go,
On up the failing path, where, if a stone
Or earthslide moved at night, it moved itself;
No footstep moved it. 'This is all,' they sighed,
Good-night to woods.' But not so; there was more.
A doe from round a spruce stood looking at them
Across the wall, as near the wall as they.
She saw them in their field, they her in hers.
The difficulty of seeing what stood still,
Like some up-ended boulder split in two,
Was in her clouded eyes; they saw no fear there.
She seemed to think that two thus they were safe.
Then, as if they were something that, though strange,
She could not trouble her mind with too long,
She sighed and passed unscared along the wall.
'This, then, is all. What more is there to ask?'
But no, not yet. A snort to bid them wait.
A buck from round the spruce stood looking at them
Across the wall as near the wall as they.
This was an antlered buck of lusty nostril,
Not the same doe come back into her place.
He viewed them quizzically with jerks of head,
As if to ask, 'Why don't you make some motion?
Or give some sign of life? Because you can't.
I doubt if you're as living as you look.'
Thus till he had them almost feeling dared
To stretch a proffering hand -- and a spell-breaking.
Then he too passed unscared along the wall.
Two had seen two, whichever side you spoke from.
'This must be all.' It was all. Still they stood,
A great wave from it going over them,
As if the earth in one unlooked-for favour
Had made them certain earth returned their love.

Robert Frost"

This poem is so beautiful and well written to me. Full of emotion, with a beautiful display of the relationship between man and nature.

My favourite Thomas Hardy poem is, "A Bird Came Down the Walk".

"A Bird Came Down the Walk

I leant upon a coppice gate
When Frost was spectre-gray,
And Winter's dregs made desolate
The weakening eye of day.
The tangled bine-stems scored the sky
Like strings of broken lyres,
And all mankind that haunted nigh
Had sought their household fires.

The land's sharp features seemed to be
The Century's corpse outleant,
His crypt the cloudy canopy,
The wind his death-lament.
The ancient pulse of germ and birth
Was shrunken hard and dry,
And every spirit upon earth
Seemed fervourless as I.

At once a voice arose among
The bleak twigs overhead
In a full-hearted evensong
Of joy illimited;
An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small,
In blast-beruffled plume,
Had chosen thus to fling his soul
Upon the growing gloom.

So little cause for carolings
Of such ecstatic sound
Was written on terrestrial things
Afar or nigh around,
That I could think there trembled through
His happy good-night air
Some blessed Hope, whereof he knew
And I was unaware.

Thomas Hardy"

This poem, is about the realtionship between man and nature and is truly, in my opinion, one of the most beautiful poems ever written.

To me both of these poems, are masterpieces. The poets truly are real inspirations to any writer, and inspire me to someday be as good, as the masters themselves.

Davie Magill

Poppy Seeds

Poppy Seeds

Whispering winds through fields. Whispering how I'm meant to feel.
Bird's call in the chime. I know it's the time. I know it's the time.
Time for never again. Time for stay, time for go. Time for saying it all.
Perhaps my mistake, is in the fields. Perhaps it is disguised.
Disguised by a veil. Of amber and gold. The sunflowers in the fields.
They turn, they follow the sun. But they are lost at night. With only the cold. The sunflowers grow old.
Like I do with time. Time makes it worse, it cuts out my chest.
My heart is in my hands. I don't know what to do. What is there left to do?

I think I'm losing my mind.
My body and soul they lie in the fields. Amongst the poppy seeds.
While I'm inside looking on. Inside of my home, my living hell. My room a prison cell.
A room blocked off from all in the fields. I think I'm losing it all.
My body, my soul they lie in the fields, amongst those poppy seeds.
My body, my soul.
They lie in the fields. Amongst those poppy seeds.

I seem to have misplaced my love.
They're trapped in rose bush thorns.
My body is covered in blood.
It lies there in those poppy fields.
With love stuck there in the thorns.
My heart still in my hands. Blood pouring from my chest.
What can I do. This pumping charm. It lies here in my hand.
No love can take it, while trapped in thorns.
To keep it safe. It needs kept safe.
Before I say goodbye.
I can't say goodbye, when I'm kept safe. Please save me from these harms.

I'm stuck in here alive. Looking out to fields.
I see my body and soul. They rest, inside those poppy fields. They lie amongst the seeds.
A graveyard lying low. Were soldiers once were felled.
Buried below, the fields growing lead.
Beneath the bullets spread.
These poppy seeds they cut me down. Perhaps I chose to die.
I gave up hope, when I lost my love. Amongst those rosey thorns.
While I was trapped. I must look on. Before it is goodbye.

This heart in my hand. It whispers that I can.
It tells me, to squeeze it tight.
I hold it, with my might.
Don't give up this fight. Give into this fight.
I begin to turn around. Away from the fields.
I don't know why.
I think I'm losing it all. My love. My body. My soul.
I leave this prison cell. I slip between the bars.
Bars made to hold bodies inside. But I am the spirit of man.
I slip between the cracks. Into the broken land.
My heart in my hand. It's still beating my hand.

I come across a knife. It whispers to me. Like blades of grass.
I understand it's time.
I tell my heart goodbye.
The tears on my face make pools.
But spirits are immaterial things.
I stab my beating heart. The beating slowly fades. It's broken.
It broke long before. It stopped whenever I lost my love.
Now I have lost my life.
So I must say goodbye.
Goodbye to my body and soul. Goodbye to my love. Goodbye to my life.

Now I must say it all.
Hello to the world. This wonderful life.
And so I start again.
Following like those sunflowers.
This little tiny seed.
Where is my mind? Where's all I need.
Not here. It's gone. Trapped amongst those poppy seeds.
Perhaps I'll never die. I've already said goodbye.
Let me find my love. My body, my soul, immaterial things.
I need my life to love. I need love to live.
I am a sunflower, following a sun.
Without it I am lost. When i'm lost I'll be in poppy seeds.
And that's when we'll start again.
Until then I'll be waiting, inside my prison cell.
Inside this living hell.

Davie Magill

Dear Callum

I love you so much. You are my heart. You are my soul. You are to me what some people spend their live's looking for, that perfect person. I never want to give you up and I never will. As long as my heart is beating I will fight and do all I can to be with you. I love you sweetheart. <3

David <3

Dreams....

My boyfriend Callum, always has the most amazing dreams. They always entail some sort of craziness! Whether it be blue lizards! Or teachers from school opposing homosexuality on buses! He dreams it! And i'm sure he has lots more he'd love to tell but he doesn't think anyone would read them! :p
Tonight I suggested to him that he should type some of his dream out and start a blog! So he could then post them to his blog for people to read and enjoy!
But Callum says who would read them!?!? :p and I said I would, and lots of other people would! I told him I'd find them very interesting!

Who agrees? You can post below or tell me in an e-mail whatever ya want! :D

Oh and Callum? I love you <3

Davie! <3

Anywhere

Anywhere

Green grass smiles as wind whistles through the watery eyes in the complexion of the earth.
And all that's left are the foot pronts that follows me to the muddy paths that lie in front of where I stand.
With you by my side I am ready to tackle all that lies ahead, in my way, together you and me, hand in hand, smile to smile.
And taking your hand with you leading me on, the glisten in your eyes, tell me I can go on, and keep going.
Whenever I've got you I can conquer all, with you by my side, all that I know is true, is that Callum I love you.
Take me wherever you want, wherever you need, even to the muddy paths today, hand to hand, smile to smile, love with love

Davie Magill

Now

Now

The sky, the sky is falling, the earth is calling, the earth is calling.
When all is left broken, this is the end, the end left unspoken.
I've done all I've ever wanted, lived life, found love, and now I am haunted, and now I am haunted
By the bittersweet memories of things all around me, the broken things all around me.
The broken memories of things I let go, like love, my life, all I came to know; all- who I came to know.

My lost life a fairytale, with an unhappy ending, a tale which has left me with a broken heart.
Which tears me apart, it's tearing me apart.
The end stops all, life, our own world, all but love, but then; what is a life without love?
A dream where no one gets hurt, everyone's heart stays intact,y heart would be intact, in a dream without love.
But that's a dream because I've loved all who I've lost;
Perhaps now that I'm lost at last, I'll be loved, perhaps now. I'll be loved.

Davie Magill

Davies Poetry Volume 3

Davie's Poetry Volume 3 "Starry Nights"
COMING SOON

:)

Poetry Book

Hey guys, I'm just lying here in bed, and I've come up with an idea for a poetry book, a collection of poems, of different themes. These could be anything, birthday, christmas, maybe poems for different seasons. Poems for weddings, poems for parties, I dunno. I'm just the poet! I would like you guys to tell me about different themes you would like to see in a poetry book! And i'll see what I can do :P

Thanks a lot everyone, and your continued support is greatly appreciated. I would also like to add that Davie's Poetry Volume 1 & 2 are now for sale on itunes for $0.99 and $1.99 respectively. They are available free from the blog on the right if you would like them free but your support is greatly appreciated. The reason I now have costs on these books is because I would like to get these volumes in printed editions, but I would have to pay for printers to print a limted number of books, to possibly sell online somewhere for anyone who would like them but i just don't have the money to print them!

Oh and Davie's Poetry Volume 3 will also be coming your way in the coming months! So stay tuned!

Thanks a lot! :D

Davie :)

Starry Nights

Starry Nights

Now that you have left me, holding onto starry nights;
I don't know how I'll cope. This pain will not go away,
and all I wanted was for your heart, to stay.
But you left me. You left me here- in darkness;
when before you lit up my life. You were my rising star;
the sun that rose every morning when I lifted up my head.
But what now? Who knows where you are?

Somewhere out there, somewhere not so far away, I know,
that you are looking to the moon. I know that you are watching it.
I can see it too. I can see your face in it's shadow;
the beauty of your eyes in the reflection of it's glow.
Those eyes call to me. "What happened to the one?".
I cannot answer, I'm lost, what can I do?
I have nothing, with my sun.

Looking to the stars. Looking at the freckles in the universe itself.
Each star a flaw that only makes it all the more beatiful, but only- to me.
Each freckling star adds character to the dark complexion;
of time's lonely gaze. Perhaps what I have is the curse of time.
While I stand tall, falling into the dark, lonely depression of love,
everyone arounds me fall to the feet of time itself.

All those stars spell a message. To the ones who have lost it all.
The ones, who like me, stand tall against time, without bowing to it's feet.
All those twinkling stars spell a message of hope.
Maybe love can last, or perhaps in waiting to find the right person we forget what love is at all.
Yes. Like time, like the universe;
we forget what love is afterall, whilst we're holding on to starry nights.

Davie Magill

Mr. Glue

Mr. Glue

We're together but I'm stoll dying from this broken heart
Do you love me? Did you ever? I loved you from the start
What hurts most is you broke my heart, but we're still together now
I want go let you go, but my heart does not know how

I almost lost you, and you might be loosing me, but I really want to try
I feel like going because when I think I cannot help but cry
I know you might be reading this, and I want you to know I love you
I want to keep on trying, I know we can make it through
Even though my heart is shattered, you can mend it, Mr. Glue

Davie Magill

Annoyed I Am

Annoyed I Am

No matter how annoyed I am with you
We always find a way to make it through
But we've been arguing a little bit more lately
I feel I've been left without you, when all I need is your heartbeat on mine
Please, let me feel your spirt, show me you still love me, just give me a sign
This feeling I have inside is just too much to bear
Please let me know you love me, because it feels like you don't care
Whatever happened to you, what happened to the person who I loved
Who are you who stands before me, tell me, what am I to do?
You're just not yourself, what happened, where did you go?
You're not yourself, what happened, where did you go?
You're not who I fell in love with, all that time ago
I love you, that's one thing that will never change
Unlike personality, unlike moods, my love will last forever, never change

Davie Magill

Loved me, but you lied

Love me, but you lied

Am I not the one? You could have told me from the start
Instead of leading me around, then tearing me apart
Where did I go wrong? Did I cross a line?
You know don't waste your breath, I just don't have the time

I know we could have worked but you won't listen, and you won't listen still
I know you don't like being told, you have your own free will
But listen to me, please, let's just make things right
Without you by my side, I cannot sleep at night

You took all I had, my spirit, my soul, my heart
But uou never gave me yours, when I thought I had every part
I always knew you loved me, at least that's what I thought
In future I'll know not to give myself away, a lesson has been taught

You know I always loved you and did as I should have
I always helped you, and cared for you as much as I could have
You always
Made me laugh, and I'm hurt so much I've cried
I thought you loved me, but you lied, you loved me, but you lied

Davie Magill