I live in northern Ireland :) I like art and cycling... I am 14 years young :) and... Please take some time to listen to what i have to say ;)All my words are my own i dont believe in copying <3
We are three, Three are we, We are three, And that is we. You are four, Four is more, Four is too much more than three. We are we, We are free, You and me, Were meant to be.
The sugary sands pile up on the ocean floor, soak in the glittering salt and violent waves.
There once was a man with an ox, His job was to knit woollen socks, Everyone called him a fox, But his name was really Knox.
Rank three hundred and fifty seven. It's like ive died and gone to heaven. Higher than ive been before, Now im shaking to the core.
My eyes open, taking in the world around. The chattering mouths, staring eyes, smiles. Caring faces, loving arms... Some have long hair, others short but they all are taller than me.
I felt the rush as the wind gushed past my ankles, playing games with my hair. I hear the whistles through the trees, this might frighten the faint hearted, but not me, I find comfort in the unknown.
He hides, taking occasional glances, Thinks he maybe should take less chances. A stowaway on a small blue boat, Carrying lots of boxes and an old grey goat.
Don't question doing something good because the minute you say, "oh i'll not bother", is the moment you will regret for a long time....
Life floats past, it leaves no shore un-touched, dashes past everyone, some of us get swept up by the current, others paddle in the shallows. It gives gifts of shells and takes away the past.
Brain is sore, It's such a bore, Ink running out, I start to pout. Maths, French, Biology, Music, Art and chemistry, D.t, R.e, F.t, P.E Abbreviations don't humour me.
Harry Crimb was a well built lad from north london. He had his whole life ahead of him... Lila was a very beautiful girl but she was poison.
That smooth melting little bit of paradise, absorbs onto my taste buds. The beautifully melodic aroma lingers in the air like the last notes of a masterful symphony.
Monday morning. No more snoring. Drag myself up. Grab my coffee cup. Rub my eyes. Look up at the skies. Pull on my tie. Let out a sigh. Open the door. Sigh once more. Hello Monday.
I gaze up at the stormy skies, Watch those clouds float past my eyes. I wonder if my future's bright, Or will it keep me up at night.
The cold gradually seeps through my weakened body. It takes hold of my mind, drys me up, touches me with its clammy hand. It scratches at my throat and brings tears to my eyes.
As my weary eyes watch the clocks hands move ....slowly.... I think what if time just stopped. What if we just stayed were we were... Forever.
Did you see them. With their little golden wings, flying round your head. Just there when you looked at me, a gentle murmur from the sky.... Lighting up the water as we drift along the lake.
As it raised its scaly head to the sky, it let out an almighty roar that shook the peasants houses and left the mayor quaking in his boots.
For every hill there is a waterfall, For ever problem there is an exit. You just have to search for it..
Introduction Silent as the night, the Druid's lips parted to reveal two lines of gleaming white teeth. From her mouth, the words she did utter were those of misfortune and dread.
Silence is always there but seldom heard....
That pitter patter of tiny feet, running circles around my motionless body... Those footsteps in the sand that I always have to follow...
I want to have hair, Like Fred Astaire And eyebrows, That make people stare. I want to have teeth, Just like Penelope Keith Great for chewing tough beef.
My mind is like a garden shed with pots filled with soil, As flowers spring forth it makes it worth all the toil. There are happy yellow flowers to cheer the day, And gloomy brown to make hatred...
Peace is like a gentle child searching for a guiding hand... It just needs someone to believe in it <3.
One day when I was waiting for a bus, I saw a yellow octopus. He waved at me and grinned as well, Why he waved, I couldn't tell. One day when I was swimming in a pool, I saw something rather cool.
Remember me and all I've done, Remember what I've just begun. Make sure people remember you as your best. Always shine your kindness upon your passers by and they will remember you as the 'angel'..
Pruelda, she was very vain, She caused her mother oh such pain..
Kindness has its own rewards. ❤ .....
As I sit on this creaky old bench by the babbling creek, I hear the birds whistling their favourite tunes, I can feel the gentle breeze playing with my hair and the rays of golden sun embracing my...
In amongst the depth of despair, Love and hope will find you there, Hidden in the depth of trouble, Is the joy of hope in a bubble, In the tears that fill your eyes, I can sense some hope...
Smile at the world and it will smile back. If sometimes it doesn't, keep on smiling, it's just cause it's jaws are tired..
As i stared into those big, black eyes, i saw a glimmer of hope tinged with sadness. What did he hope for in life, i wondered.
Colourful bubbles of inspiration float towards your young absorbent mind. Some bubbles are filled with golden glitter, some contain a black tar-like substance.
Adventure is what you make it..
Words wander through my head. They tell me things I need to know, reassure me, direct me and mislead me. We all have thoughts. We all dream but some dreams are coated in glitter.
One day a panda walked into a bar. He ordered a lettuce sandwich and took a seat at a small table. When he had finished his meal he stood up and shot the man at the next table.
Life is what you make it. To really LIVE means different things to different people...