Thin Reality

Just relistened to Jessie J's Nobody's perfect, the lyrics are really good are actually really good ! Listen to it again. I know this one almost contradicts one from earlier in my blog, but thats only because thoughts, and ideas change, naturally so will...

My grandpa is in hospital. Went to visit him the other day, with my Grandma and mum. My grans reactions are what i describe, they were remarkable. The 'one has to face facts' that it ended in, was what she said when she put back on her composed brave...

The Beach Sometimes i feel i have stopped, and laid down, on a beach with scolding red sands and that every time the waves wash across me they bring me, relief, release, and renewal, but when they retract they leave me with the pain, and unknowledgeable...

Afraid my vacation of this blog didnt last long and my vacation from writing poems didnt last a day ! Unnamed Look at me and hold me in your eyes. Not as if you can't see, or with that disappointment there. Take me into your arms and let us wait. We don't...

<3 Ignore these words, this mouth may not speak the truth. Look into my eyes for they could never lie to you. -16/04 To anyone who reads this blog: I have some important exams coming up, i won't be posting for a while. I don't have time for poems. I hope...

I have two family members in hospital at the moment, and this is what it is like, watching my mum and dad wait for a text every minute of the day. We can't get to either of them easily at the moment, life has gotten in the way, annoying, sad, and it sounds...

I tend to go for alot of walks, and i didn't take any paper or my notepad the other day, so i was chanting this to myself so as to remember, even my dog kept casting me worried looks. Sometimes i think ambiguity can be a bad thing, but i quite like it...

Three poems from the AS and GCSE, Latin and Classics trip I went on joint with another school this holiday. It was great fun, these are just the typical tourist ones: Athens By Night Athens by night Still, looming buildings and the silence that never...

The Gone Day And that is it the day is over the hours gone, ahve now wound together and created the past, a day that seemed to last forever, yet go so fast. Be so important, yet so short in time, in the life we will cast. Why did that day have to happen...

Written on a shift at work, in my little waitress notebook, but hush... The Photo's story This ghostly photograph shows of gone people and changed roads. Of the life of a steeple to the dissapation of loads. Black spectres roam the wide-berthed streets,...