Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas people of the world. :P

I hope you all have a wonderful day and I'm wishing each and every one of your beautiful selves an amazing Christmas. Remember to spend plenty of time with your family - they're the ones that count!

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Updates and a poem =]

I can't believe it's been nearly a month since I posted! Actually, I lie. I can. It's felt like ages! I've been moaning at myself mentally that I don't write enough or update you enough. I'm sorry! I've been lacking inspiration and stuff, so there hasn't been much to actually update you on. Additionally, I've had so much work to do it's unreal. Sixth form is definitely demanding!

Anyway! I do have a poem for you today which I wrote yesterday in my free lesson. It's probably not my best but I don't hate it. I guess that's a good thing if nothing else, huh?! Hopefully you'll like it to. I'm keeping my fingers crossed. Before I post it, I'll give you the boring update you all love. I'm revising for mock exams at the moment. They start on Monday. I'm dreading it. Wish me luck, I'll need it. XD Um. Not really much else I have to say. But it's Christmas soon! As much as I'm not a fan of it, I wish everyone a really good day and a merry Christmas. I hope you get what you want and give what you want. =D

So! The moment you've all been waiting for. *Drum roll*........

This one's called 'Stars are always brightest in the dark'.
Enjoy!!

Miles stretch out ahead,

Consumes, it seems, with this routine.

You know the one; those things they said,

The rooms with windows that cant be seen;

Ones in which the door just fades away,

Disappears. Vanishes. No way out.

No gap in the brick for breeze of the day,

Or air to breathe so you may shout.

No corners or curves, or passers by

Or places to rest. It’s always the way.

Never without blur or questioning why –

Why what? Does it matter anyway?

The stars are shining. In the room a candle’s lit.

They’re only small ones. The flames hardly dance.

They’re easily missed, but glorious when you see it.

They’re hope in the form of fire – they’re chance.

If the road was illuminated the stars would be useless.

If the room had windows the candles would be worthless.

Gold on the spots of life that they’ve marked

Prove stars are always brightest in the dark.

Oh, one more thing! Check out my Best friends new blog. She's amazing, and I mean that. She posts up loads of drawings that she does, and I swear to god, she's brilliant. She has a hell of a talent, and she deserves it to be seen! If you're interested in art, or even just want to be nice and have a look, it's well worth it. 

http://simple-ramblings-says-sharleyy.blogspot.com/ 

Thanks a lot guys! Comment, share... you know the drill!

Love you all. =D

Long wait.

Heyy. :)

So it's been a bit of a wait. I've had a poem to post for a while now and I just haven't gotten around to it. I guess I'm not as enthusiastic about blogging lately. Sorry! I feel like people must get bored is all. So many other blogs have such amazing things to say - they're entertaining, people like to read them etc. Mine is the same all the time and it's not like I'm the best poet around either. None the less, I will try to carry on updating you with things. I have got something to post you here today, and I do hope you enjoy it.

Now to find it...

Ah, here we go. I think.

I'm not a fan of this one. It's not one of my best at all but it's something I guess. It's not my worst I don't think. Here goes anyways. It's called 'The same as you and I'. Enjoy.

Small child tucks away her identity,

Tries to cut off their fuel for laughter,

Cuddles into shadows that hang over the city,

To hide away from their witty slaughter.

Creased paper for a brain at their hands –

Apologising does nothing when scars are left behind.

Easy targets are those who cannot stand,

And whose voice, when lost, is not possible to find.

Don’t they look the same as you and I?

Scribbles mark a past, not weakness.

And when injured birds return to the sky,

The world should stand; a proud eye witness.

I used Latin. :D

I feel so smart because this poem uses latin. It's quite different to my usual poems, it's a different structure and the rhyming is unusual. But I like it. I wrote it at like 10:30 last night, so it's not bad. XD I like Latin stuff. I don't have much else to say, so I'll spare you the torture of listening to me waffle and ramble on about nothing, slightly like I am now...

The poem is called 'Going on forever'. It's the translation roughly of the last line. Enjoy. =)

Whispers in the ear of a stranger

sing lullabies from hushed lips

in the breeze. Spine chilling

calm carried within the melodies

whoosh her to sleep. Dream, she

does, of the land where time does

not exist. Peep into the imagination

where therapeutic harmonies are

able to twist around the mind. Engulf

it in inspiration, where anything is

possible, and where things that are

lost are easy to find. Heaven is real.

It’s there, it’s unstoppable, it’s

ad infinitum.

OMGIMISSEDYOU

IT'S BEEN SO LONG. AH!

I've been annoyed at myself because of my lack of posts and actual post worthy stuff. I hadn't written anything in so long. So literally I forced myself to think of an idea. And I changed it's meaning half ay through, and somehow managed to get he whole poem to metaphorically link into it's new meaning. I'm prett proud. It's pretty much ALL metaphore. WOO METAPHORE. So anyway, I has a poem for you all! I'm sorry for taking so long to post. I promise Il'l try and at least keep you all updated in the future, even if I'm posting without a poem. When I get a rush of inspiration, you'll know about it, too. Just watch this space for more, I'm not giving up. :)

I will update you quickly now though. School is getting better. My grades are improving. I'm loving most of my lessons. I'm making new friends. Things aren't too bad, I guess. :D

So, this one is called 'The words she cannot find'. I hope it's okay. :) (Bare in mind, I screwed up two pieces of paper while attempting to write this. I ended up writing it in my study period at school)

Tiny, in the centre of a huge and evil crowd,

Lost in floods and storm, produced by darkened cloud,

Wandering in the nightmare of life and death, yet neither,

Lists for time alone but tormented when it leaves her.

Thoughts of misty misery swamp around her neck,

Strangle out the tears to hush her and form a total wreck,

They smother her in dampness and muffle out the world,

Overwhelm reality and replay the things she’s heard.

Shadows cast regret across her very soul,

Clot up all her dreams and congest her eyes of coal,

Fill them up with daggers and mutilate her skin,

Darkness is easier on the eyes now, and more with every pin.

Sleepless nights of worry take toll upon her mind,

Exterminates the meanings of the words she cannot find,

Whitened hands around an unused pen, rest upon a page,

Surrounded by balls of failure – her hand created cage.

She breaks.

Hai. :3

So I wasn't planning on blogging again for a while, but I wrote a new poem already, you lucky people. I couldn't even explain what this one meant when I was asked before I'd finished it! But I pretty much can now I think. Poetry speaks in ways I can't, obviously. Which is weird...since I'm writing the poem...

Anyway! This one's called "She breaks".

Whisper failure in her ear,

Soft and quiet; oh so clear,

Grasp her neck and hold it tight,

Drag her down into the night.

See her pulse beat through her eyes,

Though her skin and her disguise.

Mutilate her iron shell,

Hear her scream and watch her yell,

Yet silent still her lips remain,

Firmly shut, she turns insane.

Tear it down, her cartoon wall,

Ruptured veins; crush her small.

Carve her into quivers and shakes,

Await the day she does not wake.

I dream now of Memories.

Hai!

Okay, it's been a while, huh? I'm sorry! I've had such a bad writers block it's unreal. I've been thinking about writing and just..never had any ideas. Not only that, I've been so anxious about results day that it's been hard to concentrate on writing! But, results day over, I finally managed to write something. I sat down yesterday and though to myself 'I need to write something, it's been so long!', but honestly couldn't. So today I kind of forced this idea upon myself. *shrugs* I hope it's not terrible!

Before I post it though, I'm gonna' update everyone on my oh so exciting life. Results were great. Three A's, Four Bs and three Cs. Got into sixth form. Hooray! Painted a hat with Charlotte. Seriously, we spent hours on it. And it looks amazing!

So that's about it! Here's the poem. It's called "I dream now of Memories".
Enjoy!

I remember sketching dreams inside my head,

Watching them emerge and become perfection.

I could watch limitless creation as it bled

Across the canvas in every direction.

Nights inside my mind I’d spend painting

Every corner of every detail.

Wet my brush and go on creating,

And see what spectacles I could unveil.

I’d live in paradise; away from the drone of reality,

Seclude myself in happily ever afters,

Glitter and purple smoke were my actuality,

And time and tears compared not to laughter.

Mystical creatures of colour and conception,

Could gallop around and captivate my soul,

Entice and intrigue me, force feed me regression,

While the world all around me loses control.

I’d spend every day watching it shimmer,

Shaking with sheer pleasure and pride,

My haven within a spinning glimmer,

Whispered softly to me in a lullaby.

I’ve grown older, and I dream now of memories.

I awaken with a smile to the sweet sound of melodies.

Harmonious routine in the cold heart of felonies,

Dreams echoed to us in the hush of the breeze.

Thought I'd do some shoutouts too.

So I have to do this really. Stealing the idea, but there you go. There's a few people who need to be recognised for everything they do. Some of these guys I know in real life, some are just amazing and I've met through a website. So this is a blog post mainly dedicated to those people because without them life would be so much harder. So here goes!

Charlotte: My best friend. Meh, you know how much I love you. You're a crazy child.
Annabelle: Don't see you that much these days, but you're amazing anyways.
Charli: We've had our ups and downs, but you're one of the first people I got close to on the site. you've helped loads. :)
Lex: Willy chicken. you are amazing. Seriously. You're hillarious and I love you to bits.
Emma: You're such a strong person. You're so nice, and I'm glad to know you.
Rachy: You're lovely. You deserve the best from life, so keep your chin up.
Trish: You're amazing, and you're funny, and beautiful, and...I love you. A lot. :)
Kaveri: You're just so amazing. I don't know what I'd do without you sometimes. I love you hubby. :)
Shannon: Bundyyyy. I love you dude. You're amazing. :)
Georgia: You're mental. You make me laugh though, and you're amazing. We've been through most of school together too!
Nathan: I'm glad we got close lately, you're a really cool person. And...your lady Gaga was immense.
Shannan: These two years I've known you have been great, and I'm thankful for them. I love you.

If I forgot you, I'm sorry. Feel free to let me know and I'll add ya to the list. I just want to make it known that you guys are loved and appreciated. Even though I have days where I'm irritable and I know I annoy people a lot, you guys do mean a lot to me, and I want you to know that.

Bai. <3

The Empty Child.

The worlds drone about a single soul,
Suffocating her being in a deep, dark hole,
Her ears feast on the zoom of life,
The buzz of reality; so certainly rife.

Daily routine is the heart of a city,
The painful commute to every committee,
Rowdy discussions that last for weeks,
Disgraceful publicity when privacy leaks.

Hurtful remarks from the core of the earth,
As it announces its hate of the latest birth,
Born into the wilderness, simply disguised,
By the architects ideas so overly-sized.

She’ll be in that hole of darkness soon,
Swamped by the land of a busy typhoon,
One that cares little about that girl in the hole,
And refuses to return the life that it stole.

She rocks by herself huddled and tight,
Scared by the whoosh of all that’s in sight,
She remembers a past when she was beguiled,
Then remembers that now she’s the empty child.

After 4 attempts this better be good!

Hai!

Okay so if you've heard the song 'Make it stop' by Rise against, you'll understand where my inspiration came from for the poem I'm posting. It's not my best; I wrote it at about 10:40pm last night just before bed when my mum and dad were maning at me to get offline. I'm such a rebel. Anyways. This is called 'Let love be love, we're born this way'.

He kissed another just like he,
Unashamed of what he’d be,
While others watched and kept away,
As he listened to the words they’d say.

She loved another who was quite like she,
As womanly as a woman could be,
And she held her hand and lived her life,
Waiting to call her woman her wife.

Cruel remarks had hindered that,
Stabbed their hearts and crushed them flat.
They tasted the hate in their daily lives,
Engraved upon the feeders knives.

And yet a man and woman may love,
With no bad thoughts that we speak of,
Happy, carefree; no-one dare deny,
The bond they share, nor let it die!

Blood is blood, is it not?
Or is this the fact us humans forgot?
Let love be love, we’re born this way,
And all the same at the end of the day.
Enjoy! =D

Seven. Hundred. Views.

GUYSGUYSGUYSSSSSS.

I'VE HAD 700 VIEWS NAO. OMGGG. THAT'S LIKE. NEARLY ONE THOUSAND.

Most people probably think that's not a lot. But that means people have read my stuff 700 times. And from all over the world. So thank you so so much. It puts a massive smile on my face!

It's been a while...

Hey!

So I haven't posted in a little while now, so I took the chance to write another poem just now, and I have a few more on the way once I've figured out what messages I want to get across with them. Thank Charlotte for this, of course! =D

So yeah, this one wasn't what I was going to write, but I thought of meaning behind it instantly, so I've chosen to use it. I hope you guys like it, it's pretty simple. It's called "The Devil's the man. War is the God". Enjoy. =D

They’re fed ideas through the devils syringe,
They think it will help; a murderous binge,
Blood, tears and anger - it’s Satan’s way,
Sheer brutality to cause death and decay.

Hypnotised into believing it’s right,
The world watches over the on going fight,
Crashes and smashes and all sorts of noise,
Ignorant towards the beauty it destroys.

War is the God. The soldiers are angels,
Disregarding the thought that it may be fatal.
The devils the man; they don’t even know it;
The being of hate to whom they commit.

Thankss for reading guysss! Comment and send it on and stuffs. Loves you all.

Byeeeee. <33

Hai my gorgeous readers!

I wrote a new poem. Yup. I bugged Charlotte for another phrase of inspiration, and she didn't fail to deliver. She gave me something freaking hard though. The phrase was "The air around us is just the breath of dying ghosts". Dare I ask how she came up with that?

So along came this poem, which I have called "The air around here is the breath of dying ghosts." I wonder where I got that name from...

I feel my mind is playing games,
It’s messing with my head,
It’s snatching away memorable names,
The soothing words once said.

I feel it is betraying me,
Shoving away what I believed,
And I feel it hates me wonderfully;
At least that’s how it is perceived.

I feel my haven’s gone for good,
I will not try to get it back -
If I could trust it perhaps I would,
But it’s engraved my past on a plaque.

In. Inflate the lungs of continuity.
Out. The sigh that sustains this host.
I dream of a past of ingenuity;
The air around here is the breath of dying ghosts.

I hope you enjoy it. =] Pass it on and stuffs, yeah!? =D

Alice In Narnia.

Once upon a time there was a Graphics teacher called Alice. He was a man. He taught a fantastic year 11 class and loved them so so so so so so so so much it was unbelievable. He doesn't admit it though.

One day He signed a lot of shirts then got into trouble because he wasn't ment to. On the same day he found out he may have to put up with me next year! MWHAHAHA. He also lives in Narnia.

The end.

Shannan's idea.

In other news, my sixth form options for next year were changed to: Sociology, Psychology, Priduct design and Media Studies. YAY.

K. That is all. Stay tuned for more pointless updates and some poems coming soon (depending on when I write more.)

I had a realisation...

Hai guys. =)

So I wrote a new poem. Yup. The story behind this one is a two piece puzzel really. Firstly, the poem 'Before you were mine' by Carol Ann Duffy forces me to see the diffrences between the person described as the poets mother and the kinds of people we have roaming the streets today. Also, generally the things I see on my way to and from school. I see general rudeness and ignorance day after day and, although it's not everyone, it seems more noticable and common for people to act that way these days. And thus, the poem 'This is how we'll be remembered' came about.

So enough of the short story and what not, time to get to the good bit yeah? Here's the poem for you, I hope you enjoy it and can maybe relate to and understand it.

While young we were told of earlier days,
With high heeled shoes, the aim to amaze,
Spotted dresses; hair worn up high,
Plenty of peers to smile to nearby,
Rebellious, like I, there is little doubt,
And there surely were moods that caused them to shout.

But we’re told of their kindness and of respect,
The mindset us youths do not resurrect.

Out without thought we forget all our care,
Leave it under their pillows, but why leave it there?
They view us as rude, ungrateful; we are,
The change in generation must seem so bizarre,
Obnoxious and ‘self-righteous’ out late in November,
This, my dear future, is how we’ll be remembered.

Tell me what you think! Don't be afraid to be honest. =]
Peace. <3

Especially for Charli xD

Hai. =]

So Charli, this one's for you!

Charlis name is pink,
And her spelling corrections stink!
She bullies me online,
But that is just fine,
because I love her anyway,
She brightens up my day,
Her awesomness is so cool,
And she PMs me after school!
So Charli is amazing,
She's extremly mood raising.
This poem isnt great,
But you are???

XD Sorry for the lack of rhyming for the last two lines! Paha, I hope you like it!

You may say that I'm a dreamer...

Hai there. =D

I havn't blogged in a while, so I took the chance to ask Charlotte for another quote of inspiration to guide me towards my next piece of writing. Of course she took no shame in giving me a line in order to write a poem, and now I have something for you to read. You're lucky, see.

So yeah. This is called 'Out of Reality'. It's pretty self explanitory I think. Anyway, I hope you like it, and feel free to leave me a comment, and pass this blog on. Seriously, I want to get some more readers. I know there are peope out there who read this, and you're being selfish for keeping it to yourself! Only joking of course. But really, passing it on is appreciated. I'll love you forever and ever. xD

Stitched upon a face are pebbles dark and dead,
Grey, they scorch their place upon ones sleepy head.
Busy within the day, they’ve seen both good and bad,
They’ve untold words to say about the times they’ve have had.
But as sunset turns to dusk, and life becomes unheard;
When the moonlight carries dust, and your vision becomes blurred,
The God of day gives in, and gives way to the night,
Where there’s no illegal sin, and you are subject to a fright.

Outside of reality, all you know is merged to one,
And the thought of actuality, disappears into none.
There to take its’ place, a planet far away,
Where characters move apace, without dread of the day,
And the purple skies up high, stay clear without a cloud,
Where all your troubles die, and your imagination’s loud,
Oh the land within a dream is one of such desire,
The gentle tranquil stream is sure to tame the fire.

Hai thur.

Well hello lovely people.

Before you get too excited to stay in your seat, I'm gonna let you down a bit and appologise for not having another poem for you to read at the moment. I do have an idea for one (without inspiration from Charlotte, but actually something of meaning to me without being prompted) and I'll let you know when I've written it.

This is a bit of a pointless update since Shannon asked me to blog. By the way you guys should totally check her blog out at http://www.slabundyy.blogspot.com/ . It's pretty awesome, and for those of you who like song writers, you'll like her stuff, she's pretty good. Don't be afraid to tell her what you think either, she wants the feedback. =]

Now for the life update. The boring bit. Stop reading now if you're not prepared to read til the end of this rubbish. I'm less than a month away from my first actual GCSE exam. I should be scared, but I don't think it's dawned on me just how big these exams are yet. I'm fully aware they practically determine my future and everything, but even writing this out now my heart hasn't suddenly risen to my throat and tried to escape my body yet. I'm still waiting on the day I spit it out, but so far, no signs of worry.

I think I'm gonna' do okay though. I've got a good feeling about some of them. The main worries are maths, German and science. Although honestly, even though I know I'm a good writer and everything, I'm worried about English too in case I disappoint myself and get like a B or something. I know you're all probably thinking, what's wrong with a B!? But to me, in English, a B is a fail. I mean, for some people it's a pass, it depends on preferance, but since I've been a constant A all the way through this year, I'd like to carry that on, you know? I'd LOVE to get an A*, and I'm trying so hard for it, but I'm worried about it anyway.

Anyway, I'm gonna' end this here. It gets boring reading about a life you hear about a lot, and really isn't very exciting anyway. For those of you with exams coming up, I wish you the best of luck and all the success you can get! I'm sure you'll all do great.

Take care, and keep smiling on. =]

Yet another poem, you lucky people!

I'm spoiling you!

So yes, I have another creation, inspired by Charlotte. She gave me another phrase, and hallelujah, this came about. :) I get people say to me that they have no idea what my poetry means, and it makes me wonder if they're afraid to ask me. Honestly, if you read something you don't understand, you're more then welcome to tell me, and I'll happily explain. Warning though, some of them have depressing meanings, but it's my views on certain subjects, and I find poetry a form of expression. Occasionally I write about things that may bring hopes and spirits up, but I'm not good with inspiration or up-lifting words of happiness. I'm better with the darker subjects, since I'm actually quite a dark person. I'd rather search ghost stories and wear dark clothes, and sit in a dark room and generally scare people away, than smile all day, wear nice bright clothes and welcome every person I see into my life with open arms. So I appologise if that makes me obnoxious and makes you not like my poetry, but honestly, my views are simply opinions, and I thought I should throw this out there in case you wonder what anything means. Like I said, ask away. :)

So anyway, here's the poem I wrote. It's called 'Second Chances?'. I hope you like it. :)

Orbiting the great ball of fire that feeds us essentials,
Home to ants of the universe’s potential,
A glittering ball of sapphire sea,
Habitat to glimpses of life like me.

Each tiny mind that dwells within,
Causes each other a constant din,
Such a buzz of carefree chatter,
Morals and thoughts caught up in the scatter.
And no-one thinks twice,
Or cares to be nice,
They sprinkle their spice,
With the aim to entice,
Their words like ice.

There’s no second chances after we’re gone,
When dusk comes along we’ll see no dawn,
For when we cease to exist and all traces vanish,
We’ll climb heavens stairs to be thrown out and banished.

As always, comments are welcome and I'm happy for you critics of expression to vent your views below. =] Have a lovely day everyone. <3

Charlotte's inspiration: part...I lost count...

Hai.

I haz another poem. I wrote it like, two minutes ago. I asked Charlotte for another phrase, and then this came about. If I'm honest, I kinda' love it. I won't waffle on, so here's the poem.

Wall, wall. No way out.
Darkened corridors, an echoed shout.
Door at one end, gate at other,
Padlocked, bolted. That stupid blunder.
Lost in smoke, the tick of time,
Fades away the grand clocks chime.

Danger. One red door.
Floating upon the liquid floor.
Exit blocked. There’s no escape.
Windows block the green landscape.
Devil‘s barrier, trap me not.
For the sea is rising up through hopeful’s slot.

It's called 'Trapped between the Devil and the deep blue sea'. Hope you's like it. :)

More from the book of Charlottes random but inspiring phrases.

Well, again Charlotte has given me a phrase from which to write a poem. This time it was 'Tricks of the mind', which I ended up naming this poem, surprise surprise. :) So yeah, I wrote a poem about 5 minutes ago, so I thought I'd blog it.

I have another one to post here, but I havn't gotten around to typing it, still. I'm lazy, I know XD Anyway, here's the one I just wrote.

They shout. Up in your head they’re screaming,
Praying for the day you snap.
Hammering on mentality, they‘re in there scheming,
You’re falling into their trap.

Harsh words they’ve lied to you have taken their toll,
They hit you, break you, hurt you.
To everyone else they’re nothing at all,
But they’ve blocked your only route.

Now everyone knows that you’re not okay,
And they laugh as you walk by,
The world is your prison, and you are its slave,
Tricks of the mind are now Nye.

Let me know what you think and all. :) Luffs you.

My picture!

Okay, so yesterday I was doodling, and I managed to fill an entire A5 peice of drawing paper in one doodle. I actually really like how it turned out too. It's not of anything, it's literally a doodle. A bunch of lines and shapes that ended up taking about 2 hours to complete, and it ended up looking very good. I'm gonna share it here, because I can. :)



Not too sure how good a copy that is, but yeah. :)

Anyway, I'll be blogging a poem tomorrow, I have one ready but I was lazy and didn't type it up. I wrote it in R.E, yet again another lesson I probably should have been revising in since my exams are so close. My first one, which is English so it's not too bad as I know I'll pass that easily, is on 16th May. It's getting so close now, and they're my final GCSEs. Eeek much?

I'll keep you posted on them as they go on and say how well I believe I do. I'm actually dreading maths, though. Keep your fingers crossed for me!

Take care, lovelies. <3

Woah!? Two in one day!?

Miracles do happen ladies and gents! I'm getting help with the inspirational side of things still, Charlotte's so cool in case you didn't already know. So yeah, I has another poem for all of yous. I prefer this one to yesterday's aswell, so things are looking up eh?

Hang on, I have to find it in my documents...
K got it.

It's called 'The one I used to be'. I won't babble on at you as much as I did yesterday, as that was simply an update about...not having any updates...huh. Ironically..

Anyways, here's the poem, and I hope you all like it and what not. Cheers for reading and being overall cool people. No seriously, you're cool!

Somewhere in the shadows lies who I used to be,
A strong and capable being, bold and so care-free,
Hidden in the whirlpool of humiliating taunts,
And burred deep in anguish of the memories that haunt.

Whoever would have thought that the disease could be so vile?
Restricting all I do like a feeble minded child,
Feeding me the hatred of our shallow world,
Until my arms legs and torso become eternally curled.

Watching pebbles of last life’s’ good nature,
Scorched by what they did into weak old balls of failure,
Glaringly scanning the earth for what there is not,
Between the fingers of the damaged hand that the disaffected’s got.
Okay, so this is the second place I've posted this, and the second time I've had to put the stanzas back in. Everytime I copy and paste, it seems to paste it as one long piece, when I didn't write it like that at all. Silly technology these days, bigged up to be amazing and can't even copy and paste something correctly? Yowza. Pointless fact and rant for you all there, you didn't have to read it, but hey, you can't go back and get those 20 seconds back now can ya? And yet I'm continuing to waste your valuble life by writing brain dead words that have no meaning to you what so ever.

Fun while it lasted, I'm off now. Enjoy people, send, comment, whatever else I've said before! Loves you!

It's been a while!

I'm sorry for the massive gap in posting! I havn't had anything contrustive to bore you with, so I didn't bother. There wasn't much to update either, and they get a bit tedious anyway because they're of no real importance or interest to you guys even if I had anything to update you on!

But luckily, this isn't a life story or rant, this is a poem. Charlotte noticed I hadn't posted in a while, and she's helping me out with the inspiration side of things by giving me a phrase to create a poem from, by using it as the title, a line for the poem, or even just a prompt for an idea. Her first phrase is now the title of my latest poem, and it's called: 'Impossibilities lie with those who cannot commit'. Deep huh? :)

So go ahead and take a read through, and let me know what you think. I'm happy for comments of a complimentary nature, or CONSTRUCTIVE critisism. I don't like ones that tell me I'm no good and to give up on any dream I have of becomming a poet. Not cool guys. :)

Struggle onward along the path of aims,
Head held high, not hung with shame,
Seek your dreams through constant battle,
Against the odds that feed you prattle,
For if you crumble and then take rest,
You’re sure to limit your possible best,
Feel not tired of unsuccessful tries,
For the end is where achievement lies.

Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed it. Feel free to share my blog around, the more people who know the better I think! Love you guys! <3

It's Friday, friday gettin' down on friday!

Friday friday friday ay!

Rebecca Black's Friday is just the best song since like...EVAR. Don't you agree? Seriously me and people have been talking about it for ages. We're gonna' do our own version! We're in the process of writing the lyrics, so keep watching here to see when it's been recorded. The lyrics will be posted on http://www.slabundyy.blogspot.com/ and so will the link to youtube. It's called...wait for ittttttt.............! SCHOOL DAY. Orginal right? It's a parody of Friday (incase you hadn't noticed).

Keep checking back. LOOKING FORWARD TO THE WEEKEND.

Titanic inspired it. Don't judge me.

So I watched the Titanic yesterday as I had a craving. It's a really upsetting film. I decided I'd write a poem in memory of those who perished and because if something effects me, I write about it. So here's the poem I wrote. The name is very imaginative. You'd never guess it. It's called...Wait for it...'TITANIC'. Amazing eh?

Hold their souls, dear oceans deep,
Be their pillows as they sleep,
Hold the memory prized of those,
From whence they came, to where she goes.

Rest they there, victims of woe,
Held in our hearts, we remember them so,
Their ghosts live on through history,
Of those who perished doused at sea.

I'll be posting later

Just a quick update to say I will be posting later. Wrote a short poem yesterday on my day off, so I will put it up here later. xD

Update. :)

Hai. O.O.

No poem, just a quick update on stuff. Things are cool. =D I'm waiting for a sixth form interview at the moment, I knew I'd be left until the last day... xD But no, I'm doing pretty good at the moment, thankfully.

Unfortunatly, I havn't had any ideas worthy of being transformed into poetry form yet. When I do I'll let you all see it though!

I'm also very pleased to say HI to the views I'm getting from all over the place these last few days. I hope everyone who's reading my stuff is liking it, feel free to comment and stuff.  All the views are amazing, but comments are greatly welcomed too! If you've got any ideas for poems (based on what you think I write about) post them below and I'll try and think of something. Don't take it to heart if I don't write about it though, if I can't I wont, but I'll think about anything that's said.

Thanks again for all the views. Get me upto 500! Keep passing the blog on, I appreciate it, seriously. You guys are awesome! Keep smiling guys;

YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL. =]

Baiii! <3

Stuck on repeat.

Okay, so yesterdays blog was a little bit pointless, and consisted of much spamming. But this time I'm at home and Shannon is not here.
So lucky you, you get an actual post with a poem I wrote about five minutes ago! ;o

It's called 'Stuck on repeat'. Let me know what you think. =]

Pull back the clocks; it’s not my choice,

There’s nothing I can do when I’ve lost my voice.

Rerun the day which is fixed in my head,

Oh, forbid that the memory be dead.

Re-pierce my heart with that needle of anguish,

For I am nothing to you, but a being of languish.

Shannon will porbably take over...

Helloo...

I dont have anything to say because I was told to write this by Shannon... so she can take over...again... so prepare for something that makes no sense at all...

this 'take over' of hollie's blog is gonna make COMPLETE sense xD kdhgfjidswheuifdhsvdsuyg hvckjdxhcbvkjd hbvxkjcgvkjid hbvjkd hb see?
Yeah i know, i agree with what i just said. I AM GENIUS :) please check out my blog too; slabundyy.blogspot.com YEAH it's friggin AWESOME GUYS.. & girls.. And errr other genders :S

Erm so basically Hollie has just been BRAPEDD (Blog-Raped) by myself. so yeah I LOVE LATVIANS< &South koreans.. and anyone viewing this! (UNLESS ITS BOGAC [coz i know he is sooooooooo gonna read this ishh)

Ermmmm i say ermmm a lot.. ermmm i dunno what to write now... ermmm... maybe, ermmmmmmm ermmmmmmm ermmmmmmmmm YABADABADADA WALA IM KILLIN DIS KAKA.. Ima call up lady gaga, on my on my telephone. YEAH WHAT U SAYING!?

WAGAWAN WAGAMAMAS & FARTERS :)
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Wait? huh? u cant find it.. LOL BLINDOOO IT'S HERE GAY!!!! MWAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHA
i love you. kbye, be right back

wow. Shannon doesnt even have a point to this rubbish!? German really is pointless if we spend it this way, but we did already fail our speaking. In my case: badly.
hi.
Yes, hi shannon.
So anyway...

she really looks lovely when she puts her lip above her brace. Sexy as hell, I'm telling ya.
but hell's not sexy.. I AM xD
Yes, okay shannon, thanks for that.

You say 'Yes' Alot.. ermmmmmmmmmmm

I really do feel sorry for the poor person who has to sit and read this. I wouldnt want to either, if you're reading this bit, give yourself a gold star for having serious tollerance and patience.

And by the way, I'm aware of the amount I say 'yes'. are you aware of the amount of absolute nothing you write in the form of 'ermmmm'?

'Yes'.. LOFL

LOFL?

Laugh Out [insert appropiate word here] Loud

appropiate? you mean APPROPRIATE? you missed out an 'R' in there dude. well done.

That hurt my feelings :'( *Sniffle Sniffle*
SMH

I'm sorry. I was just correcting you, which will help you sooner or later! you should be thanking me!

Suck my huge hairy toe :)

No thanks. But seriously I appreciate the offer. (I can't type well today...;/)

I'm joking guys.. i do not have a hairy toe.. but if u see it, u may say its huge... LOL JOKE i'm a midget.

Shannon, now really, be realistic...It IS hairy. I've seen it, well no i havn't because it;d hard to see your toe underneath all of the hair on it!

i used hair removal cream last night to remove my bush (:
(BTW HOLLIE IS WRITING THIS CONVO TO HERSELF)

Yes, because obviously I would admit (in 3rd person might i add) that i was having a conversation with myself. Come on shannon, stop kidding around. It's bad to lie.

You said 'Yes' Again LOL (:
THE END.

A simple second thought.

Heyy. =]

You know what it's like, when you get a random idea in your head and you HAVE to write it down. Yeah. This was one of those moments. I got the idea in bed last night, and thought to myself, I must write that down tomorrow. By the time the morning arrived, I'd forgotten what it was. Luckily, lesson five today returned the idea to my head randomly. So here ya are!

If I could place my abundance of words upon a neighbours tongue,

And those phrases were indeed a melody of meaning that was sung,

The lenses with which I view a man would undeniably alternate,

And be replaced with such of those that differently do operate.

For if a being of a nature that is but warm and kind,

Who with words alone could enforce some courage upon the human mind,

Surely and without a question buoyancy would be bestowed,

Enclosed within the lips of secrets no one would forebode.

It merely would necessitate a simple second thought,

Purely just to reconsider what the virtue of which we are short,

To acquaint each day with optimism and an equilibrium of concern,

For the soldiering soul; a harsh words victim; and plainly determine to yearn.

That's called 'A simple second thought'. Thanks for the name Charlotte! Enjoy guys =]

Not sure about this one.

Heyy.

Sorry for my moody last post, it was uncalled for. I'm happy again now!

This poem is one I'm not too keen on, but I'll upload it anyway. Let me know what you think?

It's called 'Flash Exsistance'.

Swinging, we’re clinging,

Onto the surface of life,

And we’re snipping and trimming,

The split ends of strife,

And we tend to each bend,

Of the rodeo ride,

Each hand we do lend,

Puts a soul by our sides.

And its old, this word,

So it crumbles away,

We don’t take it in toll

As we go through each day,

That the sun holds our tonne,

As we start to slip,

Before we know it its gone,

For our life is a blip

Hope you enjoy it.

Kbye. =]

Poem

Heyy.

Not gonna say much, not in the mood to be honest, might edit later and write something.

This is called 'The way the World Feels'

Each lost mans eardrum beats in time
To the grime, the rhythm of crime,
While they’re lost in the dark, with
The worlds beating heart; please restart reality
Back to when we saw less of war,
And the death that it bore, and restore
The earth to what it was before.
Because it’s deafening me now,
And somehow I’ve managed to plow on.
But iniquity hurts my eyes that I perch
On the screen that I search upon
For something wise, but my eyes can’t
Find what may be fine for me smile at.
A gat? Not that, it’s all I can hear,
With the cheer from the arguments
On this sphere. The riots we cause;
We deserve no applause, simply because,
There is no peace, but need for police
To stop the madness and cease the
Bullet through a vest made best to
Protect the breast of the distressed,
Now shaking in their skin. Can we begin;
The end of social sin, what us as wrong-doers
Did bring, my reason being that in a room,
Dark and dim, hides a soul there within,
Hiding from the noise, trying to be poise,
Let her be; we’re not toys. He who destroys
The world around her very aura, darkens
The aurora, if you saw her, the self distracting
Hopeful, weeping about what’s global; blocking
Out the chaos; she can’t be her own boss. Blaring out
The tunes, mornings and afternoons, just to
Be away from the everyday, she doesn’t like the grey,
Of the dust in the fight. So let her have her light,
and take away her fright.
Put the world right, so the past is out of sight.
You all just ignore, the terror that you saw
In her eyes. Be wise. See through her disguise.

There’s always someone like her.

Inspired...

Heyy. =]

So recently I was speaking to this person, and as I was, it gave me inspiration for a new poem which ended up being written on the way home from school today. It doesn't yet have a name, I'm leaving that upto people who read this wherever that may be.

A person to whom I did once speak,

Said to me messages that I’d aimed to seek,

Her words stayed wise,

Throughout the hard times,

And to me her methods did leak.

When life dealt her a hand which did not please,

She’d replace that whole world with one overseas,

Her change was for her,

Whose mind they did stir,

So she allowed herself some release.

Each smack of sour her feelings did taste,

Told her more that her time was a waste,

But due to choice,

Her subconscious voice,

These things gave her something to chase.

When an atmosphere seems not to improve,

There’s only one being who is able to sooth,

Take life as it’s given,

The better has risen,

When you realise that being is you.

Thanks for reading. Leave any comments or name ideas in the comments, or if you know me or have me on twitter or anything else, feel free to tell me on there. =]
Much love.

Kbye. =]


EDIT: Decided to call it 'Words of the Wise' but thanks shannon for your suggestion x

Long break

Heyy.

Sorry I havn't been updating much, I've had writers block. I do have a poem to post but I need to type it up, so keep watching and it will be up soon hopefully.
Sorry for the break!

Kbye. =]

I should start working...

...because this is another poem inspired by school. Actually got this one checked by my english teacher though, made one change which is what she suggested. Was only one word, not really significant, but heyy, it was an honest opinion which is what I've been looking for. =]

So yeah - this is a godly poem. I'm not religious - I'm agnostic. The poem will probably tell you that anyway though. I think it's quite relatable and I actually love this one if I'm honest. So as usual, comments and suggestions are really really appreciated. Hope you enjoy:

They echo their fears in their nights of need,

And through floods of tears they look to he and plead;

That he may listen to their words with which they cry,

As they raise their clasped hands up and into the sky,

Their bones corrode the skin that’s starved,

Through neglect of love they are mentally scarred.

A hell on earth – I ask you how?

And where has their faith gotten them now?

Whispered words of hope and faith,

They turn to he with all their grace,

Their thanks which now runs short and low,

That they carry with them to the places they go,

And the soul that he made now fades to dark,

And the helpless survivors trust that you hark.

A hell on earth – I ask you how?

And where has their faith gotten them now?

Weeping softly the one with no start,

Produced so cruelly, the slow beating heart,

A mother’s finger is tightly gripped,

As the incapacitated existence is slowly ripped,

Away from the surface of his dying world,

They ask for his help with the life they were hurled.

A hell on earth – I ask you how?

And where has their faith gotten them now?

That's called 'Where has their faith gotten them now?'. Surprising title ay?! =]

So send this on and stuff, follow me on twitter too: Hollie_Cook. Always following back so any tweets aswell as comments with suggestions and reviews would be very welcome.

Thanks for reading guys. =]

Kbye. =]

I'm back baby!

Yes you read right! My laptop is fixed thanks to my daddy. =]
I'll be posting a new poem when I have one, so keep checking back.

Kbye. =]

Sorry for the upcoming break...

Heyyyy.

This is just a quick post to warn you there might be a rather large break in posting because my laptop is broken. Basically, I'll be posting again when I have something to say or post, and when I actually am capable of doing so. I'll update you from school when and if I can.

Take care guys!

Kbye. =]

...And this is how it feels

Evening. =]

Firstly, thanks to everyone who's looked over the last few days. I really want to get this blog more popular, so please send it on!! It's well on it's way to 400 views, so help me get it there by passing it on and letting others do the same. Much love for those of you who do. =]

This blog - as you can probably tell by the title - is a personal feelings poem upload. So yes, it has a poem, and I think it might be relatable. This one was written on my phone originally (on a bus). I'm honestly not sure about it, so I need some feedback for this one. But yeah; I'm not gonna' waffle too much - I know it gets boring. Here's the poem. =]

The life with which I lead is

But a life I cannot live,

Within this scribble of a world with

All its pressure to which we give

Into to be the reflection of;

What society wants us to be,

So we’re not the island

Isolated in the sea

Of laughing faces, taunting

Within my bubble that they

Pop with their cloned daggers so

I’m directed in their way

Of prejudice beliefs of what

Perfection was and is now

Until forever in

A body that’s not ours,

But the possession of the

World that’s too full

Of fashion courts and

The teen’s judgemental school.

And we are forced to lead a life

With which I cannot love that much

Until I’m granted the bare

Hand to leave my identifiable touch

That was called 'Expectations'. See if you can work out why!
Hope you liked it, but if not, and even if you do, comment to let me know why. Seriously, the more of you that comment, the bigger the smile on my face gets. I like to smile.
So pass this on - comment - follow me on twitter - and so on...
MUCH LOVE.

Kbye. =]

Lucky you

Hi again.

Another poem for you to read, but I'm not sure how many views I'm gonna' get as I'm cutting advertising on certain places due to certain people and their unwanted comments, but I'd rather get views from people who want to see what I post, so this should be better.

As I said, I have another poem to upload which I wrote this morning. I can't really remember the inspiration for this, but I think it'a alright. I wont waffle on today, so here's the poem for you.

It’s the star on which we wish;

Before we go to sleep,

It’s the secret withheld optimism;

That ensures we need not weep,

It’s the prehension of each hand;

Within the other one,

It’s the rainbow in the storm;

That hints we’ll see the sun,

It’s the slowly dying day;

After which we greet another,

It’s the chicks within their nests;

Nurtured by their mother,

It’s the leaves upon the branches;

Of a lonely winter tree,

It’s the faint calling voice;

Within the mind of me.

That was called 'What is hope?'.

One thing I love about writing poetry, is that when I'm looking for alternate words, I learn new ones. Makes me feel smart. =P

Anyway - thanks for reading! I have made another blog on a different site, but it does not mean I will stop posting here. I'll probably use this more often because I'm used to it. If you do wanna check it out; tweet me or something at Hollie_Cook. Much love!

Kbye. =]

First poem written in 2011

Hellooooooo. =]

Ok so schools started again. Back to the normal routine of being up early and wanting to sleep all day. It's so hard to concentrate when you're tired, specially since I have no glasses.
They broke...
I don't know how.

So anyway. All of you who are back to school and work, I feel for you - I really do. But luckily to put you in a better mood, as the title of this post says, there is a new poem to read! Which I will be posting right here! Right now! Well not literally now because the now that I wrote now in, is no longer now, now, you see?

Just read the poem... =]

Her threshold bore with untold strength,

The weight of someone new,

The futures little sign of hope,

Of what mankind can do,

We mock, we enrage, we distress,

Neglecting times when one was oblivious,

To the treasures with which we were blessed;

Miracles – disguised by human faces

But badly done – we see through

The masks that aim to deceive,

And eliminate the praise they are due.

Fortunate, unlikely, chosen souls,

Reside in shells of flesh,

Our mentors in health and throughout our life,

Are with us until out death.

That was called 'With us until death'. I hope you liked it. I'll work on some more, but I can't promise a regular update because the writing of these poems takes effort and ideas, but as soon as I write one, I will make sure i post it up here for you too read. That's a promise even if they arent regular or frequent.

Sorry for the essays. Thanks for reading, keep sending Smudgesaysso on, I appreciate it.

Kbye. =]

Us – the product of creation,