William Blake – Auguries of Innocence

William Blake’s poetry without a doubt has had the most profound effect on me as a writer.
I first discovered Blake when I watched one of Johnny Depp’s early films called ‘Dead Man’, it was this amazing black and white, psychedelic western. Although the film was slightly slow paced and bizarre, the whole film was laced with William Blake quotes from his poetry; and I was instantly mesmerised by his words and have been fascinated ever since.
Recently went to his exhibition at Tate Britain and it reminded me of his unique brilliance and the complete devotion he had to his art. Although he was pretty unappreciated in life, today he is a celebrated literary genius, who was alway unafraid to remain true to his vision.
This is my favourite poem of his…x

To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower 
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand 
And Eternity in an hour
A Robin Red breast in a Cage
Puts all Heaven in a Rage 
A Dove house fill’d with Doves & Pigeons
Shudders Hell thro’ all its regions 
A dog starved at his Masters Gate
Predicts the ruin of the State 
A Horse misused upon the Road
Calls to Heaven for Human blood 
Each outcry of the hunted Hare
A fibre from the Brain does tear 
A Skylark wounded in the wing 
A Cherubim does cease to sing 
The Game Cock clipped & armed for fight
Does the Rising Sun affright 
Every Wolfs & Lions howl
Raises from Hell a Human Soul 
The wild deer, wandering here & there 
Keeps the Human Soul from Care 
The Lamb misused breeds Public Strife
And yet forgives the Butchers knife 
The Bat that flits at close of Eve
Has left the Brain that wont Believe
The Owl that calls upon the Night
Speaks the Unbelievers fright
He who shall hurt the little Wren
Shall never be belov’d by Men 
He who the Ox to wrath has mov’d
Shall never be by Woman lov’d
The wanton Boy that kills the Fly
Shall feel the Spiders enmity 
He who torments the Chafers Sprite
Weaves a Bower in endless Night 
The Caterpillar on the Leaf
Repeats to thee thy Mothers grief 
Kill not the Moth nor Butterfly 
For the Last Judgment draweth nigh 
He who shall train the Horse to War
Shall never pass the Polar Bar 
The Beggars Dog & Widows Cat 
Feed them & thou wilt grow fat 
The Gnat that sings his Summers Song
Poison gets from Slanders tongue 
The poison of the Snake & Newt
Is the sweat of Envy’s Foot 
The poison of the Honey Bee
Is the Artists Jealousy
The Princes Robes & Beggars Rags
Are Toadstools on the Misers Bags 
A Truth thats told with bad intent
Beats all the Lies you can invent 
It is right it should be so 
Man was made for Joy & Woe 
And when this we rightly know 
Thro’ the World we safely go 
Joy & Woe are woven fine 
A Clothing for the soul divine 
Under every grief & pine
Runs a joy with silken twine 
The Babe is more than swaddling Bands
Throughout all these Human Lands
Tools were made & Born were hands 
Every Farmer Understands
Every Tear from Every Eye
Becomes a Babe in Eternity 
This is caught by Females bright
And return’d to its own delight 
The Bleat the Bark Bellow & Roar 
Are Waves that Beat on Heavens Shore 
The Babe that weeps the Rod beneath
Writes Revenge in realms of Death 
The Beggars Rags fluttering in Air
Does to Rags the Heavens tear 
The Soldier arm”d with Sword & Gun 
Palsied strikes the Summers Sun
The poor Mans Farthing is worth more
Than all the Gold on Africs Shore
One Mite wrung from the Labrer’s hands
Shall buy & sell the Misers Lands 
Or if protected from on high 
Does that whole Nation sell & buy 
He who mocks the Infants Faith
Shall be mock’d in Age & Death 
He who shall teach the Child to Doubt
The rotting Grave shall nee’r get out 
He who respects the Infants faith
Triumphs over Hell & Death 
The Childs Toys & the Old Mans Reasons
Are the Fruits of the Two seasons 
The Questioner who sits so sly 
Shall never know how to Reply 
He who replies to words of Doubt
Doth put the Light of Knowledge out 
The Strongest Poison ever known
Came from Caesars Laurel Crown 
Nought can Deform the Human Race
Like to the Armours iron brace 
When Gold & Gems adorn the Plow
To peaceful Arts shall Envy Bow 
A Riddle or the Crickets Cry
Is to Doubt a fit Reply 
The Emmets Inch & Eagles Mile
Make Lame Philosophy to smile 
He who Doubts from what he sees
Will nee’r Believe do what you Please 
If the Sun & Moon should Doubt 
They’d immediately Go out 
To be in a Passion you Good may Do 
But no Good if a Passion is in you 
The Whore & Gambler by the State
Licenc”d build that Nations Fate 
The Harlots cry from Street to Street 
Shall weave Old Englands winding Sheet 
The Winners Shout the Losers Curse 
Dance before dead Englands Hearse 
Every Night & every Morn
Some to Misery are Born 
Every Morn and every Night
Some are Born to sweet delight 
Some are Born to sweet delight 
Some are Born to Endless Night 
We are led to Believe a Lie
When we see not Thro’ the Eye
Which was Born in a Night to perish in a Night 
When the Soul Slept in Beams of Light 
God Appears & God is Light
To those poor Souls who dwell in Night 
But does a Human Form Display
To those who Dwell in Realms of day







Wasn’t It You That Said…

I’m a little late on this one, but I wanted to share some thoughts of mine for International Women’s Day. I am so grateful for the men in my life, they are strong and secure enough to see women as equals, they do not have to be told or reminded. I am as proud of them as I am of all the strong women in my life, that inspire me everyday. I am lucky to have the most incredible friendships with women who are void of jealousy and competitiveness; instead they are just thoughtful, kind, genuine people. But International Women’s Day is not about staying silent. All we can ever do is try to speak truthfully and openly about our own experiences and hope that it may comfort and help someone going through a similar experience feel less alienated and alone. I am not always good at expressing myself in person, but I can write the words. This poem is for anyone who has been made to feel less than not just a man, but less that anybody else. If you have ever been reduced to merely someone’s girlfriend or wife and if you have ever been told or ‘advised’ what to do with your own body. You are free to make your own choices and You are enough.

Wasn’t it you that said they would run for the hills
That all I was good for was for the chase, for the thrill
That my body was there to keep him fulfilled
That if I played the game and gave him my love
Maybe, eventually I could get what I want
That I needed to ask first
That I needed permission
And you would be there to collect the winnings
But you did not like that I learned to say No,
So you punished me
You told me nobody cared
And for a while I believed your words,
Because I was scared.
You crushed my spirit
You crushed my lungs
You almost bullied me out of having a son
You tried to make me small
Because you were too small to match me
So let me tell you now what I believe…
I am a woman
I am a Mother
I am strong
I am wiser now to know you were wrong
I learned to look up instead of look down
You never had me or my crown.

– She Moves

The National – Pink Rabbits

I was driving in the car the other day, when Pink rabbits by The National came on. I hadn’t heard it in a while and I remembered how much the lyrics in this song completely flawed me the first time I heard it.
I’ve always been a National fan but this song in particular hit me so hard, because my interpretation of some of the lyrics; describe so perfectly what it has felt like to me to experience feelings of anxiety and depression. And how the feelings can come back and catch you off guard.
I probably listen to lyrics in a song before anything else. I’ve always loved how people can take their own individual meanings from them, and how two people can have a completely different take on them.
To anyone reading this, I would love to know any lyrics from a song that have had a profound effect on you…..x

I couldn’t find quiet
I went out in the rain
I was just soakin’ my head to unrattle my brain
Somebody said you disappeared in a crowd
I didn’t understand then
I don’t understand now

Am I the one you think about when you’re sitting in your faintin’ chair drinking pink rabbits?
Am I the one you think about when you’re sitting in your faintin’ chair drinking pink rabbits?

And everybody was gone
You were standin’ in the street ’cause you were tryin’ not to crack up
It wasn’t like a rain it was more like a sea
I didn’t ask for this pain it just came over me
I love a storm, but I don’t love lightning
All the waters coming up so fast, that’s frightening

Am I the one you think about when you’re sitting in your faintin’ chair drinking pink rabbits?
Am I the one you think about when you’re sitting in your faintin’ chair drinking pink rabbits?

And everybody was gone
I was standing in the street ’cause I was trying not to crack

I was solid gold
I was in the fight
I was coming back from what seemed like a ruin
I couldn’t see you coming so far
I just turn around and there you are

I’m so surprised you want to dance with me now
I was just getting used to living life without you around
I’m so surprised you want to dance with me now
You always said I held you way too high off the ground

You didn’t see me I was falling apart
I was a white girl in a crowd of white girls in the park
You didn’t see me I was falling apart
I was a television version of a person with a broken heart
You didn’t see me I was falling apart
I was a white girl in a crowd of white girls in a park
You didn’t see me I was falling apart
I was a television version of a person with a broken heart

And everybody was gone
You were standin’ in the street ’cause you were trying not to crack up
And bona drag was still on
Now I only think about Los Angeles when the sun kicks out
Now I only think about Los Angeles when the sun kicks out

You said it would be painless
The needle in the doll
You said it would be painless
It wasn’t that at all
You said it would be painless
The needle in the doll
You said it would be painless
It wasn’t that at all (when the sun kicks out)

You said it would be painless
The needle in the doll (when the sun kicks out)
You said it would be painless
It wasn’t that at all

– Matt Berninger

Cry, cry, cry

Cry, cry, cry
You know I’m leaving
Lie, lie, lie
Quietly breathing
And you say I’m only happy
When I’m dreaming
And when I wake up
I fall apart, fall apart, fall apart

You said times were changing
And that we…
Could rise above the pain
And all the leaves are falling
Outside again
And things are still the same
As they’ve always been

Fly, fly, fly
It’s time I’ll be leaving
Time, time, time
Can help us with healing
And I’ll always think of you
In winter time
And how your clothes always smelled
Like smoke and fire

You said times were changing
And that we…
Could rise above the pain
And all the leaves are falling
Outside again
And things are still the same
As they’ve always been

You said times were changing
And that we…
Could rise above the pain
And all the leaves are falling
Outside again
And I am still the same
As I’ve always been









A Poem About What Happiness Is And Isn’t To Me…

Happiness is home
Fresh sheets
My Mother in the background
On the phone
My Father sitting on his
Cushioned throne
And no worries on my mind
No words that are unkind

Happiness is not,
Shutting myself away
Avoiding my friends
While I procrastinate for
Days and days
Stifled creativity and sleepless nights
Drinking till my problems
Are out of sight

Out of time
Out of mind
My true self should not
Be this hard to find….

Happiness are fresh lilies
On the kitchen table
A kiss from my lover
White vintage blouse with no labels
Rainbow reflections and technicolour dreams
Believing myself and every girl is a queen

Happiness is not,
Saying venomous words when I’m scared
It is not pretending I don’t, when I care
It is not giving my power away
It is not sacrificing myself so they’ll
Stay

Happiness is seeing the world
And it’s charms
Happiness is my little boy
Curled up in my arms
Happiness is not living for tomorrow
But for today
Happiness is letting it in
And not pushing it away

– She Moves

Georgia O’Keeffe – Ladder To The Moon

Bewildering, brilliant, magnificent white
The perfect circle of devotion to the black velvet sky
A mystifying mystery of dark versus bright
Illuminating hope to those with fragile sight
Minds catching dreams & making wishes
The moons hears your secrets and grants lovers kisses
So shine on me through the silhouetted leaves
As I lie here by the river beneath the trees

– She Moves

All that I am
All I have become
The life I have made
And the life I’ve undone
Searching for answers that do not exist
Finding the next part of me that I need to fix
Pushing the limits of a daydream queen
Wanting the spotlight since I was fifteen
Choosing my words, but biting my tongue
Something I learnt to do when I was very young
I am not a sad story
I am just lonely
If I risk it all & reach out
Will you hold me?

– She Moves