Right I haven't posted a poem in a while so here's when I wrote a good few months back that I've never really been too found of! Tell me what you think?
When I run it makes me feel free
I run without a care in the world
I run for myself and no one else
I run to feel my feet hit the tarmac
And to feel the cold winter air hit my face
When I run it’s not in fear
And it’s not to escape from the world around me
Because when I run nothing else matters
I run for freedom
I run for health
I run for me
Hello, I'm Ben Swash! You may recognize me from such Televisions programs as "BBC News @ 6" & "BTV" I'm here today to portray some of my poetry and personal thoughts through the medium of teh interwebz. Enjoy (:
Saturday, 18 February 2012
Monday, 23 January 2012
#30ThingsAboutMe
So anyone that knows me personally knows that recently I've become, let's say, a Twitter addict, clocking up nearly 200 tweets in about 5 days (yeh I know right)
My favourite thing about twitter though (which is probably the same as most peoples) is Hashtagging! It's so #Addictive
So this morning when i noticed that #30thingsaboutme was trending I was like "Hell yeah I'm getting in on this action" until I realised "hang on... this is harder than it bloody looks"
Also the fact that many of my followers started to get annoyed at my excessive tweeting.
The ingenious idea to turn this Trend into a new blog came from Sam Woodcock. Thank you Samantha.
So here it goes... #30thingsaboutme
#1 I'd rather by hurt by the truth than protected by a lie
#2 My dads name is Martyn... with a Y
#3 I'm a pretty epic balloon modeller
#4 Even though I'm rather intelligent and have a high IQ I'm a bloody idiot
#5 I've only ever been abroad once Majorca 2007
#6 At this point I don't consider myself interesting enough to have 30 facts
#7 I've seen @AllTimeLow live 4 times @youmeatsix 3 and @paramore twice
#8 The most played track on my iTunes is One Day Like This - Elbow (Follow @Guy_Garvey on twitter)
#9 My best friend Lee only has one testicle (@XAmmo91)
#10 My favourite song of 2011 is "Every Teardrop Is A Waterfall - Coldplay" (@coldplay)
#11 I am TERRIBLE with money
#12 I don't tell my parents how much I truly appreciate them anyway near as often as I should
#13 I have effectively ruined every aspect of my life atleast once. Education. Work. Relationships & Family
#14 I got them moves like... Mr Bean
#15 According too @barny1991 "no one actually cares"
#16 I love @DJSMarshall91 & @barny1991 #ECS4Life
#17 According too @samcantfindit "People do care (:" Thanks Sam
#18 My Uncle is the greatest man I will ever meet #RIPH
#19 I'm allergic too tomato ketchup, ingesting it makes me vomit instantly! #yuk
#20 I weighed 9.5 stone for 3 years, got to university and put on 3 stone in 6 months #FAT
#21 I feel that I genuinely function better in life when I'm in a relationship
#22 Football - Liverpool FC. American Football - Indianapolis Colts
#23 My niece Stephanie is genuinely the most beautiful thing in the world
#24 Favourite Films Ever. #ILoveyouMan #Ratatouille #TheBucketList
#25 @Ianprowse is one of the most amazing musicians of all time. Song
#26 Sometimes I wish that #TheDoctor would just show up and take me away with him #DoctorWho
#27 I wish I could grow a proper beard
#28 When ordering Chinese food EVERYTHING should be #Salt&Pepper #Spicy
#29 I Own a monkey suit, Tiger suit, santa suit, zulu wariror costume, and @Davidhasslehoff Y-Fronts
#30 I LOVE TWITTER
And finally here's some pictures (:
My favourite thing about twitter though (which is probably the same as most peoples) is Hashtagging! It's so #Addictive
So this morning when i noticed that #30thingsaboutme was trending I was like "Hell yeah I'm getting in on this action" until I realised "hang on... this is harder than it bloody looks"
Also the fact that many of my followers started to get annoyed at my excessive tweeting.
The ingenious idea to turn this Trend into a new blog came from Sam Woodcock. Thank you Samantha.
So here it goes... #30thingsaboutme
#1 I'd rather by hurt by the truth than protected by a lie
#2 My dads name is Martyn... with a Y
#3 I'm a pretty epic balloon modeller
#4 Even though I'm rather intelligent and have a high IQ I'm a bloody idiot
#5 I've only ever been abroad once Majorca 2007
#6 At this point I don't consider myself interesting enough to have 30 facts
#7 I've seen @AllTimeLow live 4 times @youmeatsix 3 and @paramore twice
#8 The most played track on my iTunes is One Day Like This - Elbow (Follow @Guy_Garvey on twitter)
#9 My best friend Lee only has one testicle (@XAmmo91)
#10 My favourite song of 2011 is "Every Teardrop Is A Waterfall - Coldplay" (@coldplay)
#11 I am TERRIBLE with money
#12 I don't tell my parents how much I truly appreciate them anyway near as often as I should
#13 I have effectively ruined every aspect of my life atleast once. Education. Work. Relationships & Family
#14 I got them moves like... Mr Bean
#15 According too @barny1991 "no one actually cares"
#16 I love @DJSMarshall91 & @barny1991 #ECS4Life
#17 According too @samcantfindit "People do care (:" Thanks Sam
#18 My Uncle is the greatest man I will ever meet #RIPH
#19 I'm allergic too tomato ketchup, ingesting it makes me vomit instantly! #yuk
#20 I weighed 9.5 stone for 3 years, got to university and put on 3 stone in 6 months #FAT
#21 I feel that I genuinely function better in life when I'm in a relationship
#22 Football - Liverpool FC. American Football - Indianapolis Colts
#23 My niece Stephanie is genuinely the most beautiful thing in the world
#24 Favourite Films Ever. #ILoveyouMan #Ratatouille #TheBucketList
#25 @Ianprowse is one of the most amazing musicians of all time. Song
#26 Sometimes I wish that #TheDoctor would just show up and take me away with him #DoctorWho
#27 I wish I could grow a proper beard
#28 When ordering Chinese food EVERYTHING should be #Salt&Pepper #Spicy
#29 I Own a monkey suit, Tiger suit, santa suit, zulu wariror costume, and @Davidhasslehoff Y-Fronts
#30 I LOVE TWITTER
And finally here's some pictures (:
Monday, 7 November 2011
Postsecret
For those of you that don't already know "PostSecret is an ongoing community mail art project, created by Frank Warren, in which people mail their secrets anonymously on a homemade postcard. Select secrets are then posted on the PostSecret website, or used for PostSecret's books or museum exhibits." Thank You Wikipedia
I was first introduced to PostSecret about 2 years back by an old friend of mine; she lent me the first book in the series "PostSecret By. Frank Warren", which is available on Amazon, (Side-note, sorry Becky if you read this I will get your book back to you one day, I swear) TBH before reading I was abit sceptical, the idea of PostSecret itself seemed abit of a farce to me. I was expecting to be over loaded with childish antics and ridiculous "secrets". But to my delight I was astonished. The amount of pure emotion and raw feeling that the contributors put into every postcard. The number of heartbreaking pages, the occasional joke and the many cringes make it truly is the most authentic way of personal expression I have ever seen. The courage that goes into every postcard that gets sent is inspiring from the consciousness of ones own flaws too, in one case, an admittance of murder. the book will, unquestionably, have an effect on every reader.
And then it got me thinking... Do I have a secret? The only restrictions on the content of the secret are; that it must be completely truthful and more importantly MUST NEVER HAVE BEEN SHARED BEFORE! And thats the deal breaker, do I, in myself, think something deep down that I find too hard, dark, troubling or even embarrassing to share with anyone, even myself.
So one night I stayed up, got a 6 pack of . . . Red bull, a pen, a stack of paper, and a single black C4 sized piece of card. With the sole intention of finding my secret, making my postcard and joining the 1.7 million people that, prior to me at the time, had already become part of the Postsecret Community. The process itself was, let’s say, harder than anticipated. Unless you’re fully aware of it already, a secret is a hard thing to come by. In the end my personal PostSecret was something completely arbitrary but deep down it really meant something to me. And you know what. After I finally realised it, put it on a card, and sent it away, I really did feel better about myself.
I’ll be finishing this post of by showing you guys some examples of my favourite secrets that i’ve come across, one of them is also going to be my secret. And finally I’d like you, that is if ‘you’ even got this far and/or care to get involved, to send me a PostSecret of your own, do it anonymously in the comments down below, sent it me in an email () or for the more traditionalist out there send it by post ;
7 Acre Road
Great Sutton
Ellesmere Port
Cheshire
CH66 3PN
Enjoy.
***EDIT*** My pictures kept glitching unfortunately so the secrets I posted have been removed
I was first introduced to PostSecret about 2 years back by an old friend of mine; she lent me the first book in the series "PostSecret By. Frank Warren", which is available on Amazon, (Side-note, sorry Becky if you read this I will get your book back to you one day, I swear) TBH before reading I was abit sceptical, the idea of PostSecret itself seemed abit of a farce to me. I was expecting to be over loaded with childish antics and ridiculous "secrets". But to my delight I was astonished. The amount of pure emotion and raw feeling that the contributors put into every postcard. The number of heartbreaking pages, the occasional joke and the many cringes make it truly is the most authentic way of personal expression I have ever seen. The courage that goes into every postcard that gets sent is inspiring from the consciousness of ones own flaws too, in one case, an admittance of murder. the book will, unquestionably, have an effect on every reader.
And then it got me thinking... Do I have a secret? The only restrictions on the content of the secret are; that it must be completely truthful and more importantly MUST NEVER HAVE BEEN SHARED BEFORE! And thats the deal breaker, do I, in myself, think something deep down that I find too hard, dark, troubling or even embarrassing to share with anyone, even myself.
So one night I stayed up, got a 6 pack of . . . Red bull, a pen, a stack of paper, and a single black C4 sized piece of card. With the sole intention of finding my secret, making my postcard and joining the 1.7 million people that, prior to me at the time, had already become part of the Postsecret Community. The process itself was, let’s say, harder than anticipated. Unless you’re fully aware of it already, a secret is a hard thing to come by. In the end my personal PostSecret was something completely arbitrary but deep down it really meant something to me. And you know what. After I finally realised it, put it on a card, and sent it away, I really did feel better about myself.
I’ll be finishing this post of by showing you guys some examples of my favourite secrets that i’ve come across, one of them is also going to be my secret. And finally I’d like you, that is if ‘you’ even got this far and/or care to get involved, to send me a PostSecret of your own, do it anonymously in the comments down below, sent it me in an email () or for the more traditionalist out there send it by post ;
7 Acre Road
Great Sutton
Ellesmere Port
Cheshire
CH66 3PN
Enjoy.
***EDIT*** My pictures kept glitching unfortunately so the secrets I posted have been removed
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Monday, 31 October 2011
Life & Love
I’ve been single for over 18 months now and for the past 12 of them I’ve been, let's say, effectively trying to get back into a relationship. Ultimately (as the opening sentence gives away) to no prevail!!
It used to not bother me that much TBH, I'm young and I like having fun. But recently it’s started to get to me more, my best friend split with his girlfriend of 18 months and although she and I never saw eye to eye it’s still saddening to see him hurt.
So yer, lately (over the past few weeks) I’ve started to get down about being single, life’s felt abit shit and I’ve wanted someone there too lean on, someone that appreciates having me around.
I guess all I want is what anyone in this world wants, weather they care to admit it or not, and that’s to feel needed! I want to feel like my life truly affects someone else’s around me in a positive way. If I was gone would I truly be missed?
So a few weeks ago when I came across a girl that I genuinely liked straight off, a girl who seemed cute, funny, smart, geeky (She even liked Minecraft FGS) and most of all genuine. I didn’t message her, I stayed clear!! I've been shot down and felt so unwanted so often over these past 18 months that I didn’t have it in me to attempt to make contact with this girl, this girl that I liked, that seemed perfect for me, For the risk of more heart ache!!
BUT!!! Then I thought "fuck it, who cares, life’s about taking chances, it’s about going out on a limb, trying failing and trying again, it’s about falling in and out of love, being head over heels and heartbroken! These are the things that make us who we are, they define our character, they help us grow into adults and they carry us through life one step at a time! These are the things that truly make us human! Sure things can take a turn for the worse at some points and there’ll always be ups and downs along the way, but the juice is always... Always worth the squeeze!”
Inevitably she didn’t reply to my message anyway but at least I tried.
And I know I’d feel worse in myself if I hadn't taken the leap.
It used to not bother me that much TBH, I'm young and I like having fun. But recently it’s started to get to me more, my best friend split with his girlfriend of 18 months and although she and I never saw eye to eye it’s still saddening to see him hurt.
So yer, lately (over the past few weeks) I’ve started to get down about being single, life’s felt abit shit and I’ve wanted someone there too lean on, someone that appreciates having me around.
I guess all I want is what anyone in this world wants, weather they care to admit it or not, and that’s to feel needed! I want to feel like my life truly affects someone else’s around me in a positive way. If I was gone would I truly be missed?
So a few weeks ago when I came across a girl that I genuinely liked straight off, a girl who seemed cute, funny, smart, geeky (She even liked Minecraft FGS) and most of all genuine. I didn’t message her, I stayed clear!! I've been shot down and felt so unwanted so often over these past 18 months that I didn’t have it in me to attempt to make contact with this girl, this girl that I liked, that seemed perfect for me, For the risk of more heart ache!!
BUT!!! Then I thought "fuck it, who cares, life’s about taking chances, it’s about going out on a limb, trying failing and trying again, it’s about falling in and out of love, being head over heels and heartbroken! These are the things that make us who we are, they define our character, they help us grow into adults and they carry us through life one step at a time! These are the things that truly make us human! Sure things can take a turn for the worse at some points and there’ll always be ups and downs along the way, but the juice is always... Always worth the squeeze!”
Inevitably she didn’t reply to my message anyway but at least I tried.
And I know I’d feel worse in myself if I hadn't taken the leap.
Tuesday, 25 October 2011
McDonalds!!
Apoligies in advanced for the nature of this post, it does slightly differ from my norm
When i go to "maccies" and order a LARGE fries, i expect to recieve a LARGE fries!! NOT a medium sized portion in a bigger fucking box, the extra 50p really isn't worth that little extra cardboard i get handed by the spotty prepubescent arse on the over side of the counter!!!
HAS ANYONE EVER GOTTEN THIS MANY FRIES IN A LARGE FRIES!!!!! I THINK NOT
Rant Over
When i go to "maccies" and order a LARGE fries, i expect to recieve a LARGE fries!! NOT a medium sized portion in a bigger fucking box, the extra 50p really isn't worth that little extra cardboard i get handed by the spotty prepubescent arse on the over side of the counter!!!
HAS ANYONE EVER GOTTEN THIS MANY FRIES IN A LARGE FRIES!!!!! I THINK NOT
Rant Over
Tuesday, 18 October 2011
My Blank Page
This page was blank before i wrote
before these words were written
now it's covered in a poem
will it make you sad or smitten
will these words inspire you for good
will they touch you inside
or scare the day lights out of you
will they make you run and hide
but no matter what these words say
i know one thing that is true
one page of writing can change a lifetime
one sentence can change a person's soul
but no matter how much they change you
always rememeber the blank page,
that sat alone,
on it's shelf,
living out it's last days of darkness,
before these words brought it into the light.
before these words were written
now it's covered in a poem
will it make you sad or smitten
will these words inspire you for good
will they touch you inside
or scare the day lights out of you
will they make you run and hide
but no matter what these words say
i know one thing that is true
one page of writing can change a lifetime
one sentence can change a person's soul
but no matter how much they change you
always rememeber the blank page,
that sat alone,
on it's shelf,
living out it's last days of darkness,
before these words brought it into the light.
Sunday, 16 October 2011
Empty Vastness
This poem is the original draft of filling the void, as you can see it has a more ominous ending!
looking through the empty vastness
pondering over my lost mind
a light that shimmers in the distance
wonders towards me like a ray of hope
building is the feeling of warmth in my body
longing for a passage of joy
and then the light it dims and fades into the darkness
and any trace of happiness
is lost in my soul
looking through the empty vastness
pondering over my lost mind
a light that shimmers in the distance
wonders towards me like a ray of hope
building is the feeling of warmth in my body
longing for a passage of joy
and then the light it dims and fades into the darkness
and any trace of happiness
is lost in my soul
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