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Drop bombs on the ground to diminish the enemy;
Destroy your spirit.
Armies thousands of loved ones strong
Soldier on.
On our extraordinary Earth spills unnecessary blood,
Hearts, minds and bodies;
Broken.
Children listen to the sound of sirens,
Knowing nothing else, seeing only hurt.
Reckless, totalitarian minds of power
Disgust my eyes and ears,
The simplicity in retreating
Is too much for them to handle,
From their offices they throw human grenades.
Zoë Campbell, 06/05/08
About this poem:This poem may need a little more work. I haven’t posted anything for a long time so and I wanted to put something up. I think it pretty much speaks for itself. I have been writing a lot recently and when I get some final drafts done of some other poems I’ve been working on I will put them up. This is the most finished one I have.
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Drop the pen and put on your armour,
There’s enough been spilled for one day,
Judgment on your works will follow,
And jealous will sharpen their tongues.
The memories of youth are leaving
A bitter taste in your mouth now,
Knowing that you can’t turn back time,
And that your heart lacks fire.
The naive eyes that watched your childhood
Are gone like so many things you take for granted,
And you will allow your thoughts to slowly wilt,
Until your mind has gone,
And a body is all that is left.
Zoë Campbell, 16/02/07 revised: 30/04/08
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The crackling flames of the fire warm me,
Golden, yellow, orange and red,
As I stare at it glowing I find it relaxing,
In this darkened room with the floor as my bed,
I fetch myself a blanket for comfort,
I drape it around my contented body,
I place a pillow on the floor,
And there I rest my sleepy head,
Fixated on the embers my eyes grow weary,
And my mind becomes submersed in glorious scenes,
Where I find myself in deserted beaches wandering
Sun-kissed and free in my enchanted dreams.
Zoë Campbell, 05/02/07
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Looking at the shore,
Way down on the tall cliff floor,
Free falling I’ll feel alive,
I spread my wings and dive.
Zoë Campbell, 29/12/05
About this poem:
For some reason, when I read this poem, I always imagine Neo from ‘The Matrix’ standing at the top of the White Cliffs of Dover then spreading his arms out to the side and diving off. He never hits the ground.
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Bitter and tired,
We fall from tall mountains,
And land with our battered bodies
Wrapped in a numbing blanket of snow,
Our exhausted eyes try to seek out a sanctuary,
But succeed in seeing nothing at all,
And when the cold sets in and finds our hearts,
Our drained minds only want to sleep,
Granting their wish could be done without trouble,
But in the darkest of places we find the strongest of fight,
And with our limp hands,
We search and we dig,
Adrenalin setting in we feel immortal,
The seemingly impossible has been conquered by us,
And the dazzling sun beats down on our souls.
Zoë Campbell, 09/07/06
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My heart feels warm,
As if I’ve just realised the wonders that can still be found in this world,
And as I gaze up to the crisp, clear blue sky
I see the sun, and it shines so brightly in the cool morning air,
And when I breathe, I see my breath like smoke in front of my red nose and rosy cheeks,
The clear fresh air is cool against my face but feels great as it fills my lungs; my elixir,
And as I sit on this embedded rock, my legs dangling an inch from the sea,
I look at its vastness and think of the sheer size of this world,
It could make me feel worthless and small,
Instead I feel honored to be a part of it.
Zoë Campbell, 16/02/06
About this poem:
I’m pretty happy with this poem, well, more of a prose I think. When I wrote this I was thinking of a time when I was 14, sitting on the rocks down by the River Clyde, on a cool, early summers morning. I was having a lot of family problems and a lot of changes were happening in my life, but as I sat there I felt at peace. Looking out ahead of me seeing nothing but sea and sky, I felt inspired. I felt like an explorer, like there was so much left to discover. And I knew, even though the previous months had been kind of rough, that I was far from giving up hope.
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Don’t ever leave the sanctuary,
Despised are those who dare to be different,
Misplaced judgment, sorry times
For those who dare to see,
I’ll pick a pocket full of brightly blossoming buttercups,
I’ll sprinkle their gold into the eyes of a novice,
Then, surely, they will see the Sun,
How it’s glory always shines, it’s just
The sky becomes cloudy sometimes.
Zoë Campbell, date n/a, revised: 30/04/08
About this poem:
I’m always unsure about what to name this poem, it is called ‘Look For The Sun’ on my poetrypoem site but I never really liked that. It was always somewhat of a working title. I think I prefer ‘Sitting In The Sunlight’ for now.
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Let the bad memories crumble into a pile
On the floor of an old warehouse in the middle of Glasgow,
Where no one will set foot in for years,
And when they do,
It will be only to demolish it.
Zoë Campbell, date n/a
About this poem:
I would say this is more of a prose than a poem. I apologise if I ever describe things wrong, I’m not really that savvy with poetry terms. Feel free to fill me in.
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I’m not good enough to feel good,
I’m not strong enough to give in,
I’m too weak to hang on,
I repeat all my sins,
They say love is a drug,
Let it flow through my veins,
Until I am consumed,
In all its bitter pain,
If God is so good,
Why let a Rose wilt away?
I don’t care for delusions,
On me they shall not prey,
The bells of misfortune
Chime loudly in my ears,
But to hell with conforming
To the sound of my peers,
We can’t explain
Why the stars fill the sky,
We are all born to inevitably die,
But our dreams and imagination,
Distant worlds and exploration,
The kinetic theory of heat,
Shows that this life,
Though seemingly short,
Can surely be so sweet.
Zoë Campbell, 30/09/2005 revised: 30/04/2008
About this poem:
The original version of this poem ended quite different, and I was getting rather bored with it. And that is, quite obviously, a bad sign for a poem. I think it ended too giddy and didn’t fit in with the general tone of the poem, at least now I think even though it still has an uplifting ending, it’s more subtle and over all I think it makes the poem come together a lot nicer. I actually should post the other version, just to see what people prefer. I’ll do that at a later date. Also, I wrote the line ‘The kinetic theory of heat’ when I was on the wikipedia page for kinetic theory and initially I just put it in as a joke, but when I was trying to think of something to change it to it struck me that maybe it is best just to leave it in there. In a way it kind of metaphorically suggests one of the things I’m interested in, science.
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The title of this poetry blog was inspired by The Strokes song, Juicebox. It seemed relevant to me because that’s how life feels sometimes, especially when you do something wrong. When we make an a bad decision or do something that doesn’t quite conform to what society deems ‘normal’ all eyes are on you, watching you, judging you, taking about you…taking the heat off of themselves. Because the majority of the pubic are saints, aren’t they? Now, in a bid not to sound too bitter, I’d like to say that I’m actually quite a positive person and I think ‘In the light field’ can be a metaphor for many things, and I thought it was a fitting name for a blog of my poetry.
I’ve been writing poetry on and off for about 5 years or so. I don’t put too much effort in checking that my grammar is correct, and to be honest, it is probably far from it. But that’s not why I write anyway. I like the sound of words when they’re stung together nicely (grammatically correct or not) and generally with a bit of meaning flung in there too.
I’m going to start by posting up about 8 or so poems that I feel are completed and that I’ve posted on other sites. You may not think 8 poems is a lot for about 5 years of writing but I have a barrage of ideas, half finished poems, finished poems that are awful and hopefully even some hidden gems, wrote in notebooks and scraps of paper strewn around my house that I am going to systematically go through and try and make some sense out of. When I have completed my editing I will post some of the better ones on here.
I think that’s enough to be getting on with just now. I hope you enjoy reading my thoughts, though I’m sure some people will disagree with what I have to say. But to be honest, that makes it all the more fun 
Zoë
