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.