Hello friends, so here is my first video. Check it out! Please and thankyou
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lcsqARoXkq0
Friday 15 July 2011
Sunday 24 April 2011
Black Petaled Rose
Your gaze is like
A kick in the shins
Your touch is like
Fire on my skin
Your smell is like
Gas in my lungs
Your voice is like
A venom tongue
The bane of my life
The thorn in my side
You'll always be
My little black rose
*I'm a huge fan of Florence and the Machine and this one was inspired by her. Her words, voice and arrangements are always creative and original - and it's just damn good to dance to!
A kick in the shins
Your touch is like
Fire on my skin
Your smell is like
Gas in my lungs
Your voice is like
A venom tongue
The bane of my life
The thorn in my side
You'll always be
My little black rose
*I'm a huge fan of Florence and the Machine and this one was inspired by her. Her words, voice and arrangements are always creative and original - and it's just damn good to dance to!
Conversations
Go
Stop
Away
Wait
Leave
Don't
Get out
Please stay
Run away
Hold me
I can't
You do
Let me alone
Let me in
I am scared
Don't be afraid
Do you promise?
I need you
My decision is made
I'll never let go
Love.
Stop
Away
Wait
Leave
Don't
Get out
Please stay
Run away
Hold me
I can't
You do
Let me alone
Let me in
I am scared
Don't be afraid
Do you promise?
I need you
My decision is made
I'll never let go
Love.
Wednesday 20 April 2011
Sonnet To Life
The mind of a child is something that fascinates me. Here's a sonnet written by an 11 year old me
Why does summer haunt thee like a white ghost?
It follows me around forever more.
Summer is the season I love the most.
The daffodils I do not care for.
I was buried under a cherry tree
As the daffodils grow above my head.
Long frilly sprouts grow above me
My orange body lies still, but I am not dead.
My triangular body is sprouting roots,
I could be made into a tasty stew.
Everyday I wear the same orange suit.
Help me I don't want to be turned into something new.
Should I be tortured and cut into bits?
I'm just a carrot, I don't need slits.
Why does summer haunt thee like a white ghost?
It follows me around forever more.
Summer is the season I love the most.
The daffodils I do not care for.
I was buried under a cherry tree
As the daffodils grow above my head.
Long frilly sprouts grow above me
My orange body lies still, but I am not dead.
My triangular body is sprouting roots,
I could be made into a tasty stew.
Everyday I wear the same orange suit.
Help me I don't want to be turned into something new.
Should I be tortured and cut into bits?
I'm just a carrot, I don't need slits.
Weird Is The New Black
Sometimes nothing bothers you
Sometimes everything bothers you
Happiness is a
State of mind
So maybe your
A little weird
Shy and a little weird
Stand out
Light up
Because weird is the new black
Weird is the new black
Haven't you heard?
While it may seem selective
You fit with the absurd
* I wrote this about a year ago, when I was feeling out of touch with my surroundings, when all the people around me seemed to make me feel different. Despite my initial insecure feelings, I decided to turn that feeling of being 'different' into something positive. Everyone should embrace who they are, it's just harder for some people to do. I hope these words inspire you to "stand out and light up" in your own way....
Sometimes everything bothers you
Happiness is a
State of mind
So maybe your
A little weird
Shy and a little weird
Stand out
Light up
Because weird is the new black
Weird is the new black
Haven't you heard?
While it may seem selective
You fit with the absurd
* I wrote this about a year ago, when I was feeling out of touch with my surroundings, when all the people around me seemed to make me feel different. Despite my initial insecure feelings, I decided to turn that feeling of being 'different' into something positive. Everyone should embrace who they are, it's just harder for some people to do. I hope these words inspire you to "stand out and light up" in your own way....
A Walking Lonely
I'm a Walking Lonely
Pieces in hand
Wandering this place
Too fearful to stand
Stillness means thought
And thought means reflection
Of life and mistakes
Searching for direction
This is your heart
It's weighed down by your past
You've got love to give
But too afraid to ask
I'm a Walking Lonely
Plagued by clouded thought
A wanderer of the worst kind
Longing to be caught
I'm a Walking Lonely
A creature of the night
Nothing can tempt me
But the loneliness might
*On a more melancholy note, these words were stemmed from the frustration caused by loneliness. 'A Walking Lonely' is a kind of creature you can become, where your mind is over run with nothing but the thought of loneliness.
Pieces in hand
Wandering this place
Too fearful to stand
Stillness means thought
And thought means reflection
Of life and mistakes
Searching for direction
This is your heart
It's weighed down by your past
You've got love to give
But too afraid to ask
I'm a Walking Lonely
Plagued by clouded thought
A wanderer of the worst kind
Longing to be caught
I'm a Walking Lonely
A creature of the night
Nothing can tempt me
But the loneliness might
*On a more melancholy note, these words were stemmed from the frustration caused by loneliness. 'A Walking Lonely' is a kind of creature you can become, where your mind is over run with nothing but the thought of loneliness.
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