I enjoy to write deep blogposts and poetry an the occasional short story. Go on check 'em out I won't tell :p
Its been a while my long lost companions - I guess thats what exams do to you. Stress, halls filled with students flipping pages looking confused, stunned or just overly confident.
"Every rose has it's thorns" just as judgement accompanies joy and love accompanies pain. Everyone has the chance to be what they want, within reason, as long as they persevere.
Another holiday about to end. Pen goes to paper in another dazzling city. The skies above breaking into loud roars. The beautiful sea seeping between the land.
A new page, a fresher summer. Sand glows golden the sun still shy from the waters, the sun still shy from the waters to sink nakedly into it.
Night air. Fresh, summery night air. The distinctive smell is loathed, loved missed and forgotten. City lights descending from the mountain and darkness just within them. Within me.
We were having dinner outdoors. Music playing, people talking, everyone having a great time. Just then I lifted my head to look at the night sky. Why.
I will be checking in soon- I hope. Good luck to anyone with IGCSE's going on :).
I set off through the fast falling snow, the bitter cold bit into my drying skin as the wind blew delicate white flakes to my face.
As the clouds roll in, Our souls disappear slowly What is he doing, Away from my loving arms?.
As the clouds roll in, Our souls disappear slowly What is he doing, Away from my loving arms?.
Day turns to dusk again in a different city... City lights start to flicker on as the cool sweet breeze brings the sea salt smell once more.
Ah my beautiful sun continue to shine as I press my worn feet into the ticklish sand glowing under the same shy sun. The waves crash, no, crawl onto the shore once more.
Though time has past fast, Who can forget the glisten Of such deep blue eyes. We tried to forget And cherished with such regret Those long winter nights..
The further we go the closer the distance, To darkness and love, the never-ending souls Choke the air with hearts filled with holes.
Sweet dreams of summer and smells of love…. Must one come to such sad a bitter final,. as to hate love and trust in such a passion that one is tired of.
I need a break. When everything becomes too much to able on you're on edge: just waiting for that one word, one action to push you over… but it doesn't.
Everything in the universe is linked.