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25/01/13 I stared at the corpse allowing an empty feeling crawl inside of me. I was emotionless. My grandmother, the only family I had left, had just died and not a single tear was produced after.
This is the poem I wrote myself to read out at my Grandad's funeral tomorrow. (Some things are personal, so might not make sense) A man of selfless acts, time and again.
Yep, zombies. This was a bit rushed and just slapped together without too much thought xD Sal sat in front of me in both English periods.
It's been so long Since I heard from my dad It's been a journey To a place called Sad I tried to be there I tried to be strong It was not enough Am I just wrong.
Slowly, surely bubbles rising. Fate determined, people sighing. Holding breath, sink below. Pressure pushing, don't let go. Pursing lips turning blue, bubbles pass, breathe untrue.
A picture can paint a thousand words, But seven words can grant that picture life, And immortalise.
Wednesday, January 4, 2006 The morning snuck in like a thief enveloped in fog and stole something precious from my life. It took my pillar of wisdom and my lighthouse - it took my grandma.
#OutOfTheBlue. Mummy says your in heaven. But that can not be. I told her you said that. You'd never leave me. You promised you'd be back. So I know you will come. It's your birthday on Sunday.
Smiling I look through the fridge, I don't remember eating the last of the chocolate, with Aric over for the play date with Constantine, and Alystair I hadn't anticipated running out of snacks, but...
This year I'll be careful, Won't make you stay up late, Whilst I'm out and you're worrying, I'll try not to make you wait.
The sudden halt at the stop sign moved my head forward and caused it to slightly bump onto the cold glass car window. I slowly rised my head and looked around. We were at a stop sign.
I wish I could go back to Christmas Eve, 2010. I wish I could relieve the last Christmas with my grandma. When everyone was happy, when there was nothing for me to worry about.
As the bells chime for Christmas Day I try to smile and keeps sadness at bay But then I realise Christmas isn't the same Without you mum, a major part in this game.
You had eyes of blue, brown and green too, You fell in love at 15, To the girl of your dreams, Beautifully married at 18, No more screwing around it seems, She glided down the isle, Like a butterfly...
It's been 4 years mum, Since god took you away from us.
Upset but tearless. He stood there alone. Standing before her. And her brand new home. The flowers were trimmed. And always looked clean. He cared to it nicely. And made the surface sheen.
Missed another comp deadline :(. The young girl. With the ruby red eyes. There's a fire. Most hideous inside. As she looks in. Her golden framed mirror. At the elegant form.
Going through photographs My heart tears apart So pure and precious Skin so soft As the effect is printed of a young heart Baby toes , little feet Smiles beam, no 1st tooth yet to see Sitting alone...
Behind closed doors Behind distant families Behind the cheery old lady Lies unfamiliarity She wears her brave face As she struggles to the shops Cashing her state pension It never comes to...
#adventchallenge That little red breast pops up at my window telling me that winter is here. That little red breast pops up at my window telling me that Grandma is near.
For my brother Love Begins and Ends a Morning Storm My brother A light A night twinkle Still so bright A breeze So gentle and soft Our hearts safely keep So nothing's lost A kookaburra Waking...
Omg you never know. When that call will come. It's never ever expected. It always strikes you dumb. Omg must be the shock. My head hurts me so. All the thoughts rush around.
Cancer is like poison, Running through your veins. Toying with our thoughts, Playing little games. It's a devious master, Out to get us all. He wants to destroy you, It's become a wall.
Mum, you left us We didn't know why. And yes I was older But you know I still cry The bosom that comforted Fed and that hurt so so bad I wonder these days whether you too are sad.