Voluntary Work

So these past few days, I have been doing voluntary work at the library; this- yes, the very spot that your eyes landed on (gasp!)- is where I'm going to keep a little diary of stuff. Yeaaahh.

1st day (Saturday 30th June 2013)- Voluntary went awesome; the hours flew by and I didn't want to go home.(Stamped my hand during lunch hour- ha.)
2nd day (Monday 1st July 2013)- Voluntary went pretty slow, not that many people. (Stamped my hand just casually whilst working. Cuz that's normal.)
3rd day (Today)- Oh. My. Lord. Someone save me. It's been so slow and I've been stuffing my face with Maoams (yum, but soooo unhealthy! I've gotten through five packets so far! Trying to lose weight here, gawwwd!-_-) But... bright side is there's no stamps on my hands. Yet.

Happiness

It's a great feeling, right? When it leaves you smiling every moment of every day. I think I've found it and I love it... Do you have something that makes you happy? If so, all I say is... cherish it because you never know when it may leave. I ask you all to listen to this song. It proves my point wholeheartedly.

Addictions

We all have them. Blasting loud music, coffee, biting nails... whatever it is, we all have an addiction. I guess they change depending on your life and I don't know about you but my current addiction is YouTube (and Ben and Jerry's-yum). What's yours?

The Reflection Murderer

I recently had a special request to post more poetry, which I took as a genuine compliment. So this is a recent poem I wrote called 'The Reflection Murderer'.


Screams and blood beneath the wood
She was buried here long ago
From hiding scars beneath a hood
She became The Girl No-One Wanted To Know
With nostalgia and dead memories
She digs a deeper grave
Not even given the necessities;
In blood and tears she bathes
I once thought her to be a friend
I once stared into her midnight eyes
A broken heart can always mend,
But a mirror never lies.

Hey Guys

I know- I am officially a terrible blogger. But I have been super busy writing an album and trying to put a melody and harmony to each song. If anyone's interested, I shall post soundcloud links once I get a good sound on each. Anyway, how are you guys?
I notice that I have been getting a few comments (woo, there is still life out there :P) that are marked 'anonymous' which I understand is because people don't have a log-in? Something like that. But if you are one of the people that post a comment marked 'anonymous', could you maybe leave a name or initial or something so I know who it is commenting? Thanks <3 :)

Roses Bloom, Traitors Die

Yes, I realise how long it has been. Yes, I have a reason. I've been busy, and just frankly didn't know what to post about. But I will tell you the latest interest- criminology; Jack the Ripper in particular.
Anyway, I'm going to post a poem- and if there are still people reading, please let me know ;D

This one is called 'Roses Bloom, Traitors Die'.


What do you know of consequence?
You could shoot and he'd be dead
Roses would bloom on the knives you carry
Around as if they are precious off-spring
But what would you care?
You could so easily just run to your gang,
Run 'til your little feet collapse beneath you
And your last breath, so adorably
Clogs up in your throat
D-d-didn'd I tell you?

Traitors die in the end.

The perfect head bangin' song <3

Right Now

I am completely, insanely obsessed with the 'House of Night' series by the amazing P.C and Kristen Cast. Honestly- I have read pretty much the whole series within a week. It is totally unputdownable and totally not good for someone needing to exercise. But that is my fault- P.C and Kristen, you keep on rocking! You guys are my writing idols.

Anyways, I cannot wait for my Bullet For My Valentine concert on the 15th of March. It is gonna be INSANE!!!!!! Absolutely, utterly amazing. I'm hoping to even get a pic with them, if I'm lucky. Probably not gonna happen though. Have you ever gotten a pic with someone famous?

Song (composition, technically) Of The Day

Gawd, I love this.

Does anybody know what's happening in 12 days?

Of course you don't- I'd be kinda freaked out if you did.
In 12 days, it shall be my birthday. Here's my problem- I don't have a clue what to do for it! I think my mum is willing to go through with pretty much any (reasonable) idea I put through. Yesterday I researched heavy metal paries (which look cool) and basement parties (which don't look so cool).
So, any ideas?

Hey y'all

I realise that I've been a terrible blogger in terms of keeping up with all my blog posts but I guess you could say that I just completely didn't know what to post. So I apologise for that and promise that I will at least TRY to keep up.

Hero Of War- Rise Against

Dirty Liar's Fog (Poem)

Is it my duty in life to promise you
That if you ever even thought of not pulling through
I'd simply snap my fingers and you'd be gone in a flash
With not another thought towards the aftermath?
Like a fleck of dust hiding in a distant room
Simply dead and gone with a flick of the broom
Like locked memories of the past, you will NEVER be back
If I ever catch you signing the Devil's contract!

Puh-lease, no more lies- pack your things and leave
Are your force-fed excuses what you expect me to believe?
You do not have an alibi for where you were last night
As it is right now, you are not putting up a fight!
If you love me, do not lie- with each lie, I love you less
You are practically the face of Infidelity's crest
So get out of my house, you wretched little dog
I hope I hear a scream from the Dirty Liar's Fog...

Greetings, Little Shrooms :3

I can't really be bothered finishing my little 'fly' story but I think whatever you come up with will probably be  more exciting than the actual ending. Actually, I'd bet on it. Mhm. With a little parrot food and dog's p...

Anywaaaaay...

How are ya, ma lil shrooms? I've not posted in a few days and that's simply because I don't really know what to post. I'd love your ideas (please leave 'em in the message box or I'll turn up with a pitchfork at your front door... just kidding)
(Or am I? *lights a match* ;P)

Anyway, today someone really ruined my day before it even had the chance to start. I was fine by lunch but some people are just irritating. Like flies, actually... *smiles to those who understand*

What I want to know is what pushes your buttons? What gets you angry for a reason other people can't possibly understand? Tell me, ma lil shrooms and I'll upgrade you to mushrooms. You've gotta post now! :O

The Story Of The Fly Part I

Once upon a time, there was a girl. She was sat, reading a magazine on a chair having just opened the window to let in some fresh air. With the breeze flew in a fly but the girl did not notice the little buzzer until it was at her ear.

BZZZZZZZZ.
BZZZZZZZZ.

Nearly jumping out of her skin, she batted at the fly in annoyance, and for a while, it went away. But then it came back...

BZZZZZZZZ.
BZZZZZZZZ.
BZZZZZZZZ.
BZZZZZZZZ.

This time, her magazine fell out of her hand and she stood up, ready to kill this fly. It's sound had annoyed her to the tipping point and she would not rest until it shut its little mouth.She did not want to hear it.
She got the fly batter (forgot what its called) and took on a hunter's stance. And then...

BZZZZZZZZ.
BZZZZZZZZ.


To be continued...

Song of the Day

Angels Or Devils- Dishwalla

Song of the Day

Cyanide Promises- James Cheal. This is my all time favourite youtuber. Check out his channel- chealytheninja :)

9 Awkward Questions To Ask A Stranger

1) When's the baby due?
2) (To the person in the stall next to you) Could you pass me some toilet paper?
3) Are you male or female?
4) Is he your husband or father...?
5) Have you lost weight?
6) Do you love me?
7) Are you wearing deodorant?
8) Is that a wig on your head?
9) Didn't your mother ever tell you not to speak to strangers?

Song Of The Day

How Soon Is Now- Love Spit Love

A Satanic Ritual

 I can't seem to find the cave I wrote this about, but this is a true event and when I say that a man's heart was taken, I mean it quite literally. When he died, he requested to have it taken out and kept in an urn in the cave. However, some months later, it was stolen.
The cave was known to be the base of Satanic rituals and the man I speak of in the poem was thought to be the founder of it.

The girl I speak of is not related to this man in any sense. She is a beautiful girl, helplessly in love with an older man. The boys in her town become jealous of her attractions and decide to set her up- they tell her that her lover is awaiting her in the cave, wanting to be married immediately.
When she gets to the cave, in her bridal gown, there are a group of boys but her lover- surprise, surprise- is not present. In her anger, the girl throws a stone at the boys and in annoyance, the boys throw a stone back at her. It hits her between the eyes and she dies immediately.



I saw the face but your eyes did not see
The leering, gaping monstrosity
He was sat in the dark, in the blinding pitch
To you, it was simply a ‘technical glitch’

You called me mad, you pronounced me insane
You said there was something ‘wrong’ with my brain
But I know what I saw when I looked down the ‘way
His face was alit with a fiery dismay!

The readied bride, skipping down in glee
Only to find the smirking emcee
She picked up a stone, threw it at the man’s heart
But laughter erupted as death did her part

A Satanic ritual had taken his love
In a sacrifice meant for the hands of above
But Satan had sated on a murder long fated
And a woman had died whilst her consort ‘awaited’!

I know what I saw when I looked down the ‘way!
I saw the misery of another lone day
Another day, without his shielded heart
Another with their souls drifting mountains apart

‘HE STOLE IT!’ was the startling reverberation in my ears
Confirming the enigma of my silent fears
For the truth, I discovered, of that fateful night
Was that a poor man’s heart was taken, in spite.