Sand

As I'm going away for the weekend, I'll do my next post today! Today's poetry is much more intricate than usual. Even explaining this one might make my head explode. message me your thoughts!

Sand

Unravelling his history, like a dog has lost its bone,

Tainted is it not? Or has the serpent revealed his location?

Dear to his adored, or yet another scheme of jealousy?

Sand once loved and craved, yet glass so thin and scratched.

History seemed to be depriving of its lustful desire,

How could the memory be so old yet untouched?

The light seeping through the enriched fibres of life

Is it the light of my imagination, or is he not even real?

Love and Desire

Hi everyone

I'll be away next weekend so stay tuned for one more update after this!

The poem for this week (a couple days late sorry) is a short, cute one. Yes, Bonnie isn't all that melancholy.
This was written a couple years ago and thought I'd share the world something completely different to my usual themes. It's a typical teenage poem where a girl is crushing on a guy. It's what she wants to happen.

Love and Desire

So it started with a glance

Then it turned into a smile

You were then a good friend

And we'd hang out for a while

Until you reached for my embrace,

your stare made it hard to breathe

My heart began to speed up its pace

And to this I began to believe

That it would feel so right to lay

Somewhere with clasped palms

I want to hold you everyday, to

Feel heat radiate from your arms

I, imperative to stick together

Your once shattered-like-glass heart

The moment, I want to stay forever

With love and desire to play its part

Another Day

Good evening, sorry for my lack of attention to my blog. I've been a very busy bee this past week.
I stayed at the Grand Hyatt in Melbourne and went to the Lexus Marquee at Flemington Racecourse (Melbourne cup day). OH MY... The food! The food was delicious. All the different combinations of food...
I got to see many interviews with Rose Byrne, caught a glimpse at Phoebe Tonkin, and had an amazing chat with the interior designer of the Lexus LF-LC, Ben Chang.

Moving on, here is a sneak peek into the song I'll be recording soon:

Another Day

Verse 1

Go outside to feed the cold

Numbing kind of helps

But the coldest I can be

Gives me the instinct to survive

A painless death, I think, I plan

I want it to suffice

But people are so keen on

Giving me stupid advice

I know what I want

And I want it to be quick

Starting now I know it's time

To let go of my grip

I'm consumed by all these guilty pleasures

Feelings are fading away

I cannot feel the cold so now I feel it's time

To not let drawn into another day

That is the first verse of the lyrics I'll be recording with piano accompaniment. The meaning of this verse should be pretty self-explanatory!

I'll also give you another sneak peak into a song I wrote a while back, but am yet to add music.

Flames to Reminisce

Intro, V1, Chorus

Turning around

I'm facing the ground

Dead as dead can be

But I'm not free

Buried six feet deep

Though I'm surfacing

Through your reflection from the sun

Did you know it's very cold

Pushed into a smaller mould

A mould of the other people you

smother with a suffocating cover

I hope your guilt will get you back

My mirror image isn't real

The glass you shattered on me I can never heal

I'm a broken heart, clenching, rotting my own skin

Yet you're the one to blame for the pain I was in

If you would like to get an insight to the meaning of "Flames to Reminisce", send me an email!. This is simply a safety mechanism to copyright.

Tomorrow

Hello everyone! This week is going to be very interesting. First of all, ill be attending the Melbourne Cup, spending my time in the birdcage! I'll have to make sure to tell Jennifer Hawkins that "my dad says hi".

Ill be posting up a poem next week, and will be sharing with you a sneak peak of my next song! Stay tuned for next week.

Live

As promised, I have uploaded a song with piano on YouTube, and you can find the link below.

Due to copyright, it is only a sample. A full recording would have to be executed as a live performance (fingers crossed :D). Keep in mind that this is my first ever recoding! You can hear the nerves in my voice.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fk-uFTDi3TY&feature=youtu.be

Please comment. Opinions, criticism, whatever you may, would be greatly appreciated.

Break

Having a week break as I'm still in the process of recording a song. Stay tuned for next week!

Cycle

Welcome back to another entry of Bonnie's poetry! I'll have you know I've written  this catchy song with lyrics, and if you're lucky it will be delivered next week.

This week's poem is about the repetitive cycle of life. This will be executed in metaphorical language involving trees and scallywags carving hearts into them...

Well, I'd consier it to be a really heart-felt poem, with a tree motif and repetitiveness (which also reflects on the repetitive life cycle). The trees are influenced by nature and man-made disasters, it's all about how the trees feel. When they die, there are fresh baby sprouts that have to go through the same thing. Makes you wonder why life is worth living...

Cycle

These dry hollow trees,

with hearts etched in from sprouting age.

Withered, with only hearts to hold strong.

These dry hollow trees,

scorned by fire and whispers from the ghostly winds.

Their hearts burst into fire.

These dry hollow trees,

now defined by a burial of charcoal.

Phlegmatic hearts, watching the world through the eyes of flames.

These fresh baby sprouts,

surrounded by old charcoal, magnetising idling hearts.

These new trees with hold strong, for now.

Serenity

So it's been a week already; it's gone incredibly fast, especially with this nice warm weather in Melbourne. My next poem is one I wrote not too long ago. It's a visualisation of a metaphor for the hard life of a termite. I still don't fully understand it so maybe you can decipher it for me!

Serenity

An igneous forest atmosphere

Leaves are scarce, all is

Bitterness sweeps the serenity,

as suffocating, vibrant as molasses

Fancy the view, charcoal bark,

Someone help these little termites

Hall of the generous ruins,

Around around these endless bights

To consider coming across this,

A refuge for the hungry

Faint yet daunting screams,

Compelled only to see a broken city

A typical observation of the adored,

savage for skin, lonely for green

Tell me, why do you feel so cold?

Please tell me, where have you been?

Anathema

Oh what the heck! For the sake of being a beginner blogger, I'll give you a poem I wrote two days ago. (26/09/2012). This poem was inspired by interviews of sick-minded criminals.

This poem titled "Anathema" (meaning: 1. a person or thing detested or loathed: That subject is anathema to him) is about being blamed, or being in a bossy relationship, of which the feelings derived from that consume you to the point that you crack. In particular, this guy retaliates by conjuring up some sick fantasy that he acts upon.

Everyone feels like they were to blame for something at least once in their life, whether it was trivial or serious..."HEY! She took my 4-pen!"...

Anathema

Ever since I grew up, I was always the one to blame

She blamed me for her problems, she relished on my pain

I'd sit all by myself, channeling through my brain

Wretched thoughts I had of her, I believed I was insane

She tried to convince me, I was crazy needing help

It started not to bother me, the less emotion I felt

I knew I wasn't normal, but normal she wasn't too,

My thoughts grew into fantasies, desires only grew

Caring less about my live, to live by her standards

I sealed the ground no falling down with one direction "upwards"

I felt aroused and I didn't mind, my thoughts were taking over

I pushed her down and she blacked out, I pulled her legs in closer

She woke up tied to a chair, with cuts over her skin

Her toe I cut off precisely, I tossed it into a bin

My dear friend Goku's response: "Well that escalated quickly!". Tell  me what you thought, and if you experienced the "escalation"!

Welcome

Welcome to BonnieBeats. I'm Bonnie! I should have started a blog years ago. I have so much lyrical and poetic content to show the world. This will be showcased on a weekly basis. You may also see video recordings of some of the lyrical content accompanied by piano and vocal.

To start off, my favourite poem I have written of all time, called "The Tourniquet". Mind you, it doesn't rhyme well (not that it is necessary). It's more-so an impulsive means to release my feelings at the time. You can also find this poem on my Tumblr (which completely sucks no offence).

This short poem is about a boyfriend that returns to me after I've had plenty of time to adjust to the loneliness that entailed after the initial breakup. 

The Tourniquet

The peace and quiet that may amend a broken heart,

Builds up on its' bandages and defines its' loneliness

The tourniquet depriving me of breath,

Applied by the one I adored.

Alone yet not at peace, fragments yearn to stay,

The bandages have broken but remain unspoken

The one I adored has yet to justify his return,

The loneliness had begun to settle in well