you and your
silver coloured teacups dance
(dance) (dance)
through the yellow coloured skies.
and who am I?
who am I to let you pass me by?
you silly beautiful girl.
feeling my heart breaking
into a piece
(or two) (or three)
as you go sailing by
through the yellow coloured skies.
so who am I?
yes, yes oh who am I to let you go right on by?
you, oh you, oh you...
would it be me you'd come to
if the stars suddenly fell
(fell down) (fell down)
from the skies tonight?
woud it be I that you'd want
if the moon sailed down to say
goodbye?
would it be me that you'd think of
tomorrow when the light's on the ground?
(champagne's
Just the price of a one way car trip,
He says she can pay for the return.
She flings her bra across the room
and closes her eyes as he comes.
Wishing he were the one
He were the one.
And now she's stuck
in a dead end.
Just watching the world fly past.
Now she's counting the days
till the end.
Waiting for someone to play her lie.
It's an hour after ten,
And she picks up the phone and he's there.
Simple things like
"how was your day"
Makes her wish that he was the one.
That he was the one.
Cos now she's trapped
in a dead end.
Just watching the world fly past.
And she's counting the days
till the end.
Waiting for someone t
I can only express this in
words on a blank page
without harming thse around me by
expressing how I really feel.
I hate that I've only just realised how
perfect
you are.
I didn't want to leave.
I can't say that to your face without
destroying everything.
So here on this blank page,
I'm going to tell anyone who gives a fuck,
how much I wish I was
back in your arms tonight.
The lady who looked up as the seat next to her was suddenly occupied with a loud thump seemed rather old and rather frail. The pair of outrageously baggy purple pants, polished leather shoes and ruffled white polka dot blouse, all of which had seen better days, tended to lead the viewer to a different perspective of Mrs. Lucretia Matthews.
"Rather annoying weather we've been having today."
The girl next to her had said this rather conversationally, so Mrs. Matthews remembered turning to nod as she continued. "See it was so very cold this morning, but now "
She had paused, and the older woman, who was in her late sixties and could ther
I can feel the blood
E S C A P I N G
through my veins.
It gets worse
when I feel
N O T H I N G
like I do now.
It becomes harder to
I G N O R E
when I want more
than just this.
Until all I can think of
is capturing
the sharpness of
R E A L I T Y
with my skin;
until it shall
C R Y
"We know about you." The words were slow and harsh.
Adele lowered her eyes slowly, mind racing as her lids flickered shut. How did they know? How could they have even found out about what had happened? This was why she had not told them. This was why...
The group of men standing before her watched her with new eyes, their gazes unfamiliar and no longer friendly. Willum, standing at the front, stared, his gaze hurt and tormented by the news. He turned away, shaking his head, not trusting himself to speak. The man standing beside him spoke again, one hand raised to rest lightly on his friend's shoulder, a comforting weight. "Tie her up. We'll
you and your
silver coloured teacups dance
(dance) (dance)
through the yellow coloured skies.
and who am I?
who am I to let you pass me by?
you silly beautiful girl.
feeling my heart breaking
into a piece
(or two) (or three)
as you go sailing by
through the yellow coloured skies.
so who am I?
yes, yes oh who am I to let you go right on by?
you, oh you, oh you...
would it be me you'd come to
if the stars suddenly fell
(fell down) (fell down)
from the skies tonight?
woud it be I that you'd want
if the moon sailed down to say
goodbye?
would it be me that you'd think of
tomorrow when the light's on the ground?
(champagne's
Just the price of a one way car trip,
He says she can pay for the return.
She flings her bra across the room
and closes her eyes as he comes.
Wishing he were the one
He were the one.
And now she's stuck
in a dead end.
Just watching the world fly past.
Now she's counting the days
till the end.
Waiting for someone to play her lie.
It's an hour after ten,
And she picks up the phone and he's there.
Simple things like
"how was your day"
Makes her wish that he was the one.
That he was the one.
Cos now she's trapped
in a dead end.
Just watching the world fly past.
And she's counting the days
till the end.
Waiting for someone t
I can only express this in
words on a blank page
without harming thse around me by
expressing how I really feel.
I hate that I've only just realised how
perfect
you are.
I didn't want to leave.
I can't say that to your face without
destroying everything.
So here on this blank page,
I'm going to tell anyone who gives a fuck,
how much I wish I was
back in your arms tonight.
The lady who looked up as the seat next to her was suddenly occupied with a loud thump seemed rather old and rather frail. The pair of outrageously baggy purple pants, polished leather shoes and ruffled white polka dot blouse, all of which had seen better days, tended to lead the viewer to a different perspective of Mrs. Lucretia Matthews.
"Rather annoying weather we've been having today."
The girl next to her had said this rather conversationally, so Mrs. Matthews remembered turning to nod as she continued. "See it was so very cold this morning, but now "
She had paused, and the older woman, who was in her late sixties and could ther
I can feel the blood
E S C A P I N G
through my veins.
It gets worse
when I feel
N O T H I N G
like I do now.
It becomes harder to
I G N O R E
when I want more
than just this.
Until all I can think of
is capturing
the sharpness of
R E A L I T Y
with my skin;
until it shall
C R Y
"We know about you." The words were slow and harsh.
Adele lowered her eyes slowly, mind racing as her lids flickered shut. How did they know? How could they have even found out about what had happened? This was why she had not told them. This was why...
The group of men standing before her watched her with new eyes, their gazes unfamiliar and no longer friendly. Willum, standing at the front, stared, his gaze hurt and tormented by the news. He turned away, shaking his head, not trusting himself to speak. The man standing beside him spoke again, one hand raised to rest lightly on his friend's shoulder, a comforting weight. "Tie her up. We'll
I hit me
a few weeks back
(I really wasn't expecting it)
So when it hit me
I fought back.
I always thought
love
at first sight
was such a silly idea.
And I certainly proved
myself right.
I can't recall us ever running
out of conversation.
I can't recall when a fight
didn't end in hugs
or being pushed in a pool.
I don't know how to say
exactly how I feel.
Because I haven't
known you
for a day
a week
an hour
or a month.
I've known you for
so much longer.
And it's only now I realise
just how much
I..
The best thing about finding a space to share your work is that you are not only sharing what you write or what you draw or photograph. You find yourself sharing a part of yourself, at times with complete strangers, because you sympathise or agree or disagree with what they think or believe. You come across moments where you realise that the emotion or the situation that you may have just experienced or been through has been felt by another living and breathing (hopefully!) person. And in reading on and finding others with similar emotions and experiences, I can come to the conclusion that we're all just human. And this all happens to us. If it's happened to me or to you or to a friend then it's probably happened to someone else.
I don't know about anyone else but that makes me feel so much better, despite all my forthcomings and issues. If I feel the pain at the loss of someone then I can be pretty damned certain that there are many a people out there who have felt the same - and can express it a lot more eloquently! I guess in the end I can hold on to the thought that if someone else survived whatever I'm going through then I'm sure as hell not going to be the one to give in.
I just got back from a two week holiday in Thailand. Of course it's currently not the peak tourist season so most of the photos I've taken are of the wet and rainy type rather than the OH MY GOD DOES THAT BEACH REALLY EXIST type.
Either way I'm aiming on trying to put some photos up sometime in the not too distant future.
So I've been away for a great deal of time. I sort of did a blanket delete on deviations because to be very honest I can't remember who is who and what belongs to who, and who I actually talk to, and who is awesome.
My creativeness has died I think.
Am planning on moving out sometime soon; took a look at IKEA furniture and marvelled at its cheapness.
Joined a choir, rather intimidated by it but trying hard. My sight-reading is still at the rather awesome power it was two years ago so that part's not hard. It's more the not knowing ANYONE and being the youngest by nearly 15 years that's a tad scary.
Hair cut soon. And dye.