There's something almost romantic in the way that the light filters down through the curtains.
When it comes down to it,
You are witnessing the calm before the storm.
Actors mouthing lines,
Technicians stopping themselves from screaming at their co-workers
And preventing any extra stress from that of the performance.
It is everyone's job to make sure the show is successful.
There's a panic that runs through the scene,
With the blues and the reds that stream back through the tabs
And light everyone's faces.
Actors pacing outside,
Technicians doing last minute checks,
And ensuring that nothing goes wrong.
It is everyone's job to make sure t
You know that ever since we met
all those years ago
out in the playground,
I must say that we clicked.
Clicked into place as if a puzzle,
just waiting to be built.
As if it was a plan.
And that ever since we met,
I never forgot you
never forgot those days.
Even though they became hazy
and I forgot the details,
the time was never wasted.
I don’t think I could leave like that again,
and just lose contact.
I never forgot you,
and doing so would be a crime,
one which I would never want to be guilty of.
So excuse my protective side,
I’m a little bit smitten,
inexorably enamored, maybe.
Excuse my inner romantic,
I just can’
Isn't it funny how in just a few days... a week... a month, even, so much can change? This time last month I was a single Pringle (however wrong that analogy is – Pringles are never single, they bunch together like nobody’s business... unless it’s the Pringle at the bottom of the tube, y’know that one that’s always broken? I guess that’s the Pringle that I would be), and now look at me.
Times have changed. Times always do. Times have to change. And yet I find myself, as ever, up past midnight, thinking about life. My life. What it is. What changed it. What made me who I am today. This moment. Writing this o
A year,
Or that’s what it feels like,
since you last saw her smile.
Maybe millennia,
Since you wrapped her up
Tight in your arms
And promised to protect your girl.
Even an eternity
Since you saw your source
Of energy and joy
The last thing that healed your broken state
And fixed your shattered mind.
And you can’t help it
Can’t help but wish for her
Embrace, laugh,
Smile and joy,
Even on her darkest days,
Even on yours.
And then you realise
That it’s been no longer than a week
Since you last saw her face.
No longer than a day,
Since you last heard her voice.
No less than a lifetime,
Until you hold her again.
Tick
With a sigh, she took the step.
Perfection
Such an ask, impossible
to reach, to experience and to obtain.
And yet that was what she searched for
in an attempt to find herself,
love, happiness,
perfection.
She's it
She thought, flicking the hair from her face,
I've found perfection,
not in music, not in art
nor in dreams
And in a coffee shop they fell,
slowly,
surely
into eachothers arms,
their perfection had been found.
Insults,
people jeered at them as they walked,
hand in hand,
down the street,
sharing perfection.
Perfection,
lost in an alley
in a pub downtown.
Perfection on the floor
ribbon spilt around.
There was a tragic beauty in
There's something almost romantic in the way that the light filters down through the curtains.
When it comes down to it,
You are witnessing the calm before the storm.
Actors mouthing lines,
Technicians stopping themselves from screaming at their co-workers
And preventing any extra stress from that of the performance.
It is everyone's job to make sure the show is successful.
There's a panic that runs through the scene,
With the blues and the reds that stream back through the tabs
And light everyone's faces.
Actors pacing outside,
Technicians doing last minute checks,
And ensuring that nothing goes wrong.
It is everyone's job to make sure t
You know that ever since we met
all those years ago
out in the playground,
I must say that we clicked.
Clicked into place as if a puzzle,
just waiting to be built.
As if it was a plan.
And that ever since we met,
I never forgot you
never forgot those days.
Even though they became hazy
and I forgot the details,
the time was never wasted.
I don’t think I could leave like that again,
and just lose contact.
I never forgot you,
and doing so would be a crime,
one which I would never want to be guilty of.
So excuse my protective side,
I’m a little bit smitten,
inexorably enamored, maybe.
Excuse my inner romantic,
I just can’
Isn't it funny how in just a few days... a week... a month, even, so much can change? This time last month I was a single Pringle (however wrong that analogy is – Pringles are never single, they bunch together like nobody’s business... unless it’s the Pringle at the bottom of the tube, y’know that one that’s always broken? I guess that’s the Pringle that I would be), and now look at me.
Times have changed. Times always do. Times have to change. And yet I find myself, as ever, up past midnight, thinking about life. My life. What it is. What changed it. What made me who I am today. This moment. Writing this o
A year,
Or that’s what it feels like,
since you last saw her smile.
Maybe millennia,
Since you wrapped her up
Tight in your arms
And promised to protect your girl.
Even an eternity
Since you saw your source
Of energy and joy
The last thing that healed your broken state
And fixed your shattered mind.
And you can’t help it
Can’t help but wish for her
Embrace, laugh,
Smile and joy,
Even on her darkest days,
Even on yours.
And then you realise
That it’s been no longer than a week
Since you last saw her face.
No longer than a day,
Since you last heard her voice.
No less than a lifetime,
Until you hold her again.
Tick
With a sigh, she took the step.
Perfection
Such an ask, impossible
to reach, to experience and to obtain.
And yet that was what she searched for
in an attempt to find herself,
love, happiness,
perfection.
She's it
She thought, flicking the hair from her face,
I've found perfection,
not in music, not in art
nor in dreams
And in a coffee shop they fell,
slowly,
surely
into eachothers arms,
their perfection had been found.
Insults,
people jeered at them as they walked,
hand in hand,
down the street,
sharing perfection.
Perfection,
lost in an alley
in a pub downtown.
Perfection on the floor
ribbon spilt around.
There was a tragic beauty in
I am the Princess that no one wanted
Handed a crown with false smiles
Given by Jokers with Queen's faces
And Kings with sad eyes.
I am the Daughter of no one's claim
Surrounded by cobblestone emotions
That have cracks and holes
From wars unknown to my neighbor
Left to wither like spring flowers
In the coldest of my inner winters.
That left my sword a frozen icicle
Where my tongue used to be.
My battle scars were laced with happy promises
So to keep the eyes of my pretenders content.
Because the blood of me is claimed by
Empty love amongst these castle walls.
There , I sit with dagger over heart
Whispering of springs I never kne
and today marks exactly a month
two more hour marks it precisely
of the day I was left to run blindly
into a road full of cars filled with nothing but uncertainty
of the pills that gently sung, delicate, and powdery,
able to crumble the way my whole body did
onto the bathroom floor
as I laid there gasping for a breath
a sign
a squeeze of my hand to come back up again
to the surface
where I was once used to laying
on a bed of stars, my home
and now I fall asleep on a bed of guilt.
So. You found me, eh? Well done. Sincerest congradulations. I write, Play the uke, dabble in the piano and sing. Occasionally, I draw pandas. I loves my pandas me! Uh, people call me B, most the time, or ninja... Even Flounder, Any of them works ^^
Favourite Movies
Repo! The genetic Opera, The Devil's Carnival, The Dark Knight (All of 'em), the Harry Potters... that sorta thingy.
Favourite TV Shows
TBBT, Accused, Doctor Who, Sherlock, Rookie Blue,
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
The Jane Austin Argument, My Chemical Romance, Amanda Palmer, Emilie Autumn, Vermillion Lies, Zoe Boekbinder, Kim Boekbinder
Favourite Books
Will Grayson Will Grayson, The Harry Potters, Umbrella Acadamy, The Wind Up Bird Chronicles
I am alive!
I have a buttload to share with all Y'all.
So, first things first - I'm sorry for dropping off the radar. That happens. Though, its been what... Nigh on three months, again. Stuffs happened. I'm single. I'm having paid gigs every so often.
The biggest change? I'm at Uni.
Long story short - I failed, but I got in anyway. I'm at uni, taking History. I'm currently in my third week, which doesn't explain the lack of updates in July.. And August... And September... And the first part of October. But you know something? Its worth it.
For those who aren't aware, first and formost I'm a historian. Then a tecchie. Then a musician. And f
I've been a free woman for a while, just never really mentioned it.
I have a lot more time on my hands, and I've turned back to doodling panda's, so I might end up just doing some more of them soon...
Anyway. Summer. Its summer.
British summer. That sucks, eh?
I've not got much planned, I work tuesdays and wednesdays, for a morning and an hour. I'm saving up for a new guitar, refinding the desire to read and play the uke, and just relaxing.
Does mean that I can do more things on here.
And it also means that I tend to get a bit more emotional. Which maybe isn't a good idea.
Anyways, Things have changed. And along with that, I'm a year older.
Hello there!
Just your random-I-just-remembered-I-have-a-DA-account update ^~^
I suppose this is just a thing saying that I have... days until my first exam... and 80 days until I am FREE!
Free to write
draw
whatever I feel.
Probably get a job and play the ukulele >.<
So, I made the mistake of giving up all caffinated drinks for lent...
I'm dying slowly. very slowly. No cola, no coffee, I've... at least four weeks... Of this hell...
*dies*
Flounder ^~^