Poetry: From Before

From Before

It is time,
Fare thee well.
My dear, I have to go.
It hurts, but it inspires us to grow
And to overcome adversity.

It’s time,
The bells have stopped.
My dear, you must let go.
It hurts, but it inspires us to grow
And to overcome adversity.

The road is long,
The path is steep,
And the air is soaked with fear.
It’s tearing apart
Our families, friends,
The peace we hold so dear.

Hear the screams and the drums,
The music of war,
The unfortunate, watch as they fall.
In truth we have faced
Demons but replaced
them with our own selves forevermore.

The rain pours down
The cold chips at my face.
Head bowed to the ground
My hopes, my dreams
are gone without a trace.

The regret and the shame,
Much deeper scars
Than innocence that now seems so far.
Look up with a cry.
Yes, pray to the sky
That you do not lose who you are.

Loss and the shame,
Much deeper scars
As we sing to the music of war.
At the end of our fuse
How I wish I could choose
For it to never end this way.

For it’s your glance that seems
to burn my skin
As the fortunate fall to the floor.
As the bodies pile high,
It’s our turn to die.
Maybe we’ll find that peace from before.

Wake up,
Friend of mine.
I know there’s no more to give.
We’re safe and it inspires us to grow
As we rest in peace for all eternity


(Copyright: Chanel Martin Ramirez 02/06/2015. All rights reserved)


Poetry: Alone

It has been a while but I’ve been listening to the most beautiful songs and they have really lit a fire under my lack of motivation!


When Love is alive,
time flies,
and it’s a wonder how warmth curls around the coldest bones.
It’s dead and we’re just strangers
We’re Gods amongst our ruins doomed to remain

Always alone.

For when Love is alive
I tell you we are equal
Sharing the nests from which we’ve flown
It’s dead and we’re just strangers
Baring teeth against each other
Doomed to remain

Alone? No more…

The warmth of Love is alive
It’s our Hope and it’s our Fire
Raging through the world that we have known
We’re not almighty strangers
We’re mortals amongst creation
never to remain

(Copyright: Chanel Martin Ramirez 02/06/2015. All rights reserved)

Some thought on our attitudes towards the homeless

So I recently read this article by Upworthy describing some attitudes towards those who are homeless. Frankly, I was disgusted by the cruelty of some of the opinion expressed and happy that Upworthy were trying to raise both awareness and compassion towards homelessness.

I want everyone to remember what I am now about to say. It is so very easy to be indifferent (or even downright cruel) to those less fortunate when you are safe, full and warm in your own places of residence. Yet, this is does not deter from the very fact that you are indeed FORTUNATE and that there are people who would give ANYTHING to have the basic rights that many of us enjoy and under appreciate. It fills me with a deep sense of shame that, as human beings fully capable of empathy, there are people out there who will freely disparage, condemn and even criminalise (yes, you heard me right, CRIMINALISE) the homeless for simply not being as fortunate as the general populace.You don’t like the fact that many homeless people will often get on buses just to try and keep warm when it’s cold? You don’t like that homeless people are sleeping wherever they can in order to avoid the wind and the rain? HAVE SOME COMPASSION FOR YOUR FELLOW HUMAN BEINGS!

I often here people cry, “Oh, but some of these so called ‘homeless’ people are fakes!” or “Oh, some of these homeless people are ‘undeserving’ because they have an addiction or have squandered privilege!” To these people I say, “Your point is? Does that really excuse your indifference and/or cruelty? Are these people not allowed to make mistakes, or is that something only the fortunate are entitled to? Does your attitude in any way change the fact that there are still thousands of people left of the streets in need of help?”

Remember, this can happen to any of us (though I truly wish it will not) and I’m sure that we would all appreciate some kindness at our lowest points. Please, remember to be just as compassionate to others.

The full article can be found here: http://www.upworthy.com/theyre-not-celebrities-theyre-homeless-and-these-tweets-are-awful?c=ufb1 and all the inspiration for this post goes to the author.

Poetry: For the Love of the Stars

I have found that I have become rather smitten with sonnets and so I am experimenting with different styles! This is my own little take on a Petrarchan sonnet.

For the Love of the Stars

Tell me, do you think stars know how to love?
To take all Love’s joys and all its ire,
To feel warmth and joy that does not tire,
From down below they seem too high above.
Is Love something that stars are empty of?
They are so distant and all seems dire,
Yes, they know a life of ice and fire,
But do they all know what it means to love?

Alas such is my dearest love for you,
Although quite far you see it still shines bright,
It remains always changing but the same,
Always as one but never quite as few,
Armies across the darkness of the night,
Love’s reflection is something stars can claim.

Copyright: Chanel Martin Ramirez (09/03/2015). All rights reserved

Poetry: If I Had Twenty Minutes Left to Live…

This poem was inspired by the 24th prompt found in the book ‘1000 Awesome Writing Prompts’ by Ryan Andrew Kinder (http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/24198771-1-000-awesome-writing-prompts). It is a fantastic book that is full of great writing prompts for when you either need a little inspiration or you want to test/challenge yourself and your writing skills. Check it out!

If I had Twenty Minutes Left to Live…

If I had twenty minutes left to live,
I would spend a few in grief,
Torn between accepting fate
And remaining in disbelief.

I am far away from London’s streets,
From my home and all its joys,
From the lonely people not alone,
From its silence and its noise.

I would die, then, in Edinburgh,
In this cobbled, lovely place,
I think it would be beautiful,
To pass on in her embrace.

But far I am from parents dear,
And it causes me great pain,
That unless an afterlife exists,
I would not see them again.

So I would give them both a heartfelt call,
To remind them I hold them dear,
That though there’s change in all we see,
My love is strong and pure and clear.

And then I would message no one else,
If I had twenty minutes left to live,
And if they thought I was wrong in this,
I can only pray that they would forgive.

Forgive that I would truly want
To die quiet and alone,
For memories of me in death
Are memories I would postpone.

If I had twenty minutes left of life,
I would lay down as if to sleep,
I would play some music, calm and sweet,
And tap my fingers to the beat.

I would try to keep my mind from racing
Towards the panic of the unknown,
And instead think of philosophy,
Of the universe and of home.

Though fear is something I would feel,
Something that would taint my thoughts,
I would be thankful for my time on Earth
no matter that it was short.

I would give thanks for the joys I’ve felt,
for all the miseries and the pain,
But I would pray to have a chance,
To reach the skies again.

Oh to Edinburgh I would pray,
That you’d keep my body safe with you,
Until I could be taken back,
Back to the London I left for you.

Finally I would pray to God on high,
That I would not truly die alone,
That as my eyes close one more time,
That He would lead me from the known.

With my final seconds ticking by,
I know there would be nothing left to give,
But still I would try to stay awake,
I would have those seconds lived.

Copyright 24/01/2015 by Chanel Martin Ramirez. All rights reserved.

Poetry: Then Sings My Soul

You asked of me one thing: to honour man as
the part of Creation which held

Your likeness.

This man of soil and clay
so unlike myself of light.

But, truly, what right did I have to deny You when this man had wronged me not?

I, who was created to be the most faithful.
I, the most beautiful of all Your subjects.

Such a simple ask it was as well,
to acknowledge the dignity of man and to pay to him his respect.
To love what You had come to love.

Yet even then I could feel insult smouldering in my veins;
I could feel the acid of offence pooling in my heart.
I understood the feeling of being cast away
when something better is made known

despite my devotion and my love.
I, the one created to worship and obey,
could at once feel the sting of disregard
and an anger that threatened to consume me.

I was consumed as Man and Woman would later consume knowledge.

I did not bow when all my brethren did.
I stood in defiance, belligerent and proud.
I was convinced of my own righteousness, I was not mistaken.
I could feel a sneer pulling at my lovely mouth
and instead of praise and worship, my lips spewed rebellion.

And so because I would not honour man
You have taken me from the lofty heavens
and laid me

low,low, low, low,
low beneath the skin of Mother Earth
until I could run my fingers against the walls of her bowels
and my voice could echo against her barren womb.

And yet though I may have done you wrong,
I will never regret my choice to choose.
Even though this choice, has brought me nought but
loneliness, hatred, fear and pain,
I will live with this punishment, I will become the darkness rife within my heart.

My God, my God, my God,
I loved you as I am sure you loved me…
I love and serve you still…
I am a stricken son insulted and bereaved,
My God, why have you abandoned me?

You Don’t Have To Be Pretty – On YA Fiction And Beauty As A Priority

I have never, ever thought of this sort of thing before and it is truly eye-opening. For years I have been told that, as a young woman, I ‘deserve’ to feel beautiful and ‘comfortable in our own skin’, truly, this idea is lacking in substance. Why is society structured in such a way that it is so fixated on looks and then wonders why thousands of girls and women are low on self-confidence? Why focus on physical appearance at the cost of other characteristics and then condescendingly tell these thousands upon thousands of women and girls that their low self-confidence isn’t justifiable because we ‘deserve’ to feel good in our our own skin? That very same skin we are often pressured to change. Although it is certainly important to feel content with ourselves, it is also important to recognise the other attributes that a person can have such as bravery and intelligence.

I find myself now wondering why the society I live in seems to think it unbearable to focus on anything other than physical beauty.

The Belle Jar

“I’m not trying to be self-deprecating,” I say, “I just don’t get it. I’m younger. I’m not pretty. I –”

He laughs, a deep laugh that sounds like it came from deep inside him, and touches his lips to my temple.

“Don’t pretend,” I say breathily. “You know I’m not. I’m not ugly, but I am certainly not pretty.”

“Fine. You’re not pretty. So?” He kisses my cheek. “I like how you look. You’re deadly smart. You’re brave. And even though you found out about Marcus …” His voice softens. “You aren’t giving me that look. Like I’m a kicked puppy or something.”

“Well,” I say. “You’re not.”

Veronica Roth, Divergent

This handful of sentences, spoken by Divergent‘s protagonists Tris and Four, might be some of the most revolutionary words ever written in a young adult novel. In fact, they’re pretty incredible no matter what the genre…

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