Pompeii

Perhaps,
The day before
The catastrophe
They went shopping,
Came home and ate.
Perhaps
They went to school
Or played in the streets,
Feeling the sun's warmth on their faces.
Perhaps
They were due to be married
Or looking forward to
A birthday celebration.
Perhaps they never knew
The ending to their book.
Perhaps
They were ordinary people,
Doomed people,
Unknowingly drawing closer
To their destruction,
Their final days full of
Laughter, tears,
Hope, love,
Living without fear of what would certainly come
From living in Death's cool shadow.
All that remains now are
Huddled moulds of bodies.
No sign of what they were before
That one day.

Broken

We were already drifting apart.
New friends.
New worlds.
Then you told my oldest friend
My deepest secret.

It wasn't yours to tell.

There's no going back now.
Sorry.

Pensieve

Memories.
They're an odd bunch, really.

First, there's all those facts:
Exam details that disappear within a week;
Indelible information about yourself -
Name, address, first pet;
And bits of useless trivia,
There to be dredged up in a pub quiz ten years down the line.

Then, your proper memories:

Things you feel you should remember,
Events that you know happened but you can't visualise -
Your first day at a new school, meeting your best friend.
They're things I wish I remembered.

Then there's things you didn't want to forget at the time:
The diary entries penned by a stranger,
And the knowledge that today's
"I never want to let this go"
Is tomorrow's
"Why did I care?"

And the humiliations -
You mind insists on retaining them,
Reminding you of something that no longer matters,
But still stings.

Sweetest of all are
The things you thought you'd lost.
And then a friend's story, a word, a song
Unlocks the door
And you revisit that long gone day.

However you try to control it -
By recording who you are now.
You can't.
All you can do is relax.
Don't worry -
You're never going to forget what shaped you.

I hope.

Lost And Found

So, this is a Doctor Who story that I wrote way back in 2009! I found it saved on my computer a few weeks ago, read it through, and thought "Actually, this isn't bad. I'd quite like people to see this."
It's written for the Tenth Doctor, sometime in the Specials Year.
And yeah, The Doctor, the TARDIS, all concepts that originated in the BBC show are in no way mine. I'm just a fan.
Click on the tab above to read it :)
Hope you enjoy. Once I get the hang of this editing lark I'll post some of the poems I've written too.

Cheers,
Helen x