I love to read and my favourite book is Jane Eyre. Yes I realise I can't write but I enjoy it so I'm going to anyway! :)
That feeling you get. When you wake up. From a trance. Or a pleasant dream. When you realise. That you have been blind. And blinkered. That you have made a fool out of yourself.
Why do I care so much about fictional things. Why do I cry for shadows of people. Why do I believe in imaginings. Why do I love people who only exist in a few pages of text.
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock... The sound of a clock. The sound of time. It's so constant. So fixed. It will never change. Time will always keep ticking.
The gytrash, As black as night Rode over the hills and dales It's enormous towering shape Dwarfed tall trees as through the dark it sales Will it find a traveller. Or a wonderer on this road.
Run, jump Throw, play Will the record be broken today. Row, fight Ride, hit Our one's winning. That one's flagging a bit. Bronze, silver Maybe gold. This sporting will never get old.
~SPOILER ALERT!!. ~ Some of my favourite lines spoken by River Song from Doctor Who: "You, me, handcuffs.
The swishing gowns. The disapproving frowns. The fluttering fans. The clapping hands. The stolen glances. The missed chances. The match makers. The chance takers. The twirling dances.
The body lay Still on the chair The blood still dripping Slowly from her hair The bullet was lodged Securely in her head The doctors tried to save her But the poor girl was dead.
The blood. Dripping from her hand. Onto the carpet. Made an ugly red stain. In the shape of a heart. Ironic really. That love should have Brought about her death.
I have an obsession with history and just the past in general. I sometimes wish I could go back in time and live in the past.
This war that we're currently fighting in. You know I'd stop at nothing to make myself win. I know that I love you and that I don't want you dead.
I'm lost Alone The darkness engulfs me My hopes are shattered Still, like corpses They lie My old life is gone Broken And in its place is hell I'm so empty Like a shell Unloved, alone.
Her pain was so great. Her burden so large. But she wouldn't let anyone help her. Her heart was so big. Her words were so kind. But there was nothing anyone could do.
You left me alone Alone in the dark And that I will never forgive you for You left me alone Alone in the cold And I fear I will never recover.
"you pierce my soul. I'm half agony half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone forever." -from Persuasion by Jane Austen.
1. There is no proof that Queen Victoria ever said "we are not amused" she only wrote in her diary "we were very much amused" 2. There is no proof that Vikings wore horns on there hats 3.
Have you ever visited a crematory. Where they bury the dead of war.
"You can dream, create, design and build the most wonderful place in the world, but it requires people to make the dream a reality." Walt Disney.
A sort of Jane Eyre based poem that I wrote today:. Plain. That is what I am and must always be. Beautiful. That is what she is and that will never be me. Love.
A poem about the world war one trenches:. Bang, bang. The guns are still firing. I'd try to go to sleep but I'm to scared. Plip, plop. The waters still dropping. I'd try to get dry if I still cared.
War, the muddy hell Where thousands bled and thousands fell Going as men returning as ghosts As weary as death they return from their posts How many a young man has set fourth to that place With a...