depicting: Anger

No light can pass across the mind,
No thought of clear contempt.
A storm of blood red thunder flashes,
Rolling, tumbling, a relentless fall.
With stripes of black and yellow slit eyes,
A burst of strength and an explosion of claws.

Anger does not think before action,
A gun? A knife? A thick puddle of roses?
Envies twin, or a love that's scourned,
A broken heart or from lonliness' call.
Stars collide before your eyes,
A prick from a thorn that waited to strike.

Anger is a passion to an obsesive extent,
It stalks your mind with maliciou intent.


Hey guys, sorry for the long delay. We're back in business!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I think a congratulations is in order for all the fantabulous blogs everyone's produced (pat on the back).

Wish you were here- dedicated to mother (Mum's gone- miss her already)

I wish you were here,
To help me through the good times and the bad.
Dry my tears
And help me up only in the way you can.
Sing me a lullaby
Help me to sleep, to dream of wondrous things.

I wish you were here,
Trailing Angel perfume,
Drinking tea in the kitchen.
These are the memories I've got.
I wish you were here to hold me,
To kiss me on my brow.
To fall asleep at the count of ten.

You care about me,
That makes me love you more.
And when you're not here,
Who do I become aware of then?

Playing songs in a cycle,
Those that remind me of you.
Waiting for that one phone call that will bring me closer to you.
To tell you all my sorrows,
To relive all my the joy.
I come home and open the door,
Coming home to an empty room.

I wish you were here,
To be my shining star.
To be the happiness that awaits me,
On the otherside of the door.

Kunstgoed GCSE- unit 1

Kunsgoed- A2 Unit 1 + 2

We are such stuff as dreams are made on; and our little life is rounded with a sleep.

I am the gatekeeper of my own destiny,

The writer of the chapters from my novel life.
With squiggles across coffee dry, I glide my calligraphy

Throughout my biography- history.

The notes I make are unimportant, the meanings small and short,

Yet in this meaningless diary,

My entire life in report.

A date to go by with the writing, a pin point where to start,

A bookmark stroking its insides, from this diaries last resort.

Now if you find this novel,

A novel of human endeavour,

You may laugh at my incredible idiocy,

Or smile to your hearts content.

Of course through human nature,

The tears, I fear, may fall.

No persons entirehistory is free of any faults.

A one word page in 2006,

A blank one in 2003.

From January to May speaks of revision,

Whereas June replays times of wild party sprees.

Perhaps a photo, give or take, a memory caught on film.

A description beneath the afternoon,

A funny comment or two to boot.

I am the painter of my design.

I craft my life in charcoal grey,

Embroided loves and friendship buttons, as well as family recipes.

Some calculations, 1 x 3 from a maths book forgotten on the floor.

The diary portrayal of a vivid dream,

And we are merly players on its stage.

So when you come across my 'dear diary';

A spell be placed on you.

Remeber every word I wrote and support a couple or two.

Read this well and note the fact this once belonged to me.

Some one who wanted their privacy,

kept in a dear, dear diary.

Song of th day: 'This isn't my Idea' from the movie The Swan Princess

Artist link: http://justyna7.deviantart.com/

A memory written down is a memory sustained throughout life. In the end, these will be the ones you remember the most.

Precious memories include family, sadly enough to say, I havn't spent that much time with my family as of late, yet I hope that e-mail will be enough till I see you all again. Remember that I love you all, take care of yourselves.

Introducing 'Written In Stars'- comments much appreciated

I have mentioned my novel before and have made definate progress in it. I am posting the prologue to my story on this blog in the hopes that someone would comment on what needs to be changed and would should be kept. Ladies and gentleman, introducing page 1:

One never knows how much life can depend on a single moment. A second where ones perception overtakes all cohort thought. A minute of highly strung mistakes trickling away into a cursed hour. It's everydays decisions you make that can alter your reality to the one thing you hate most.

Like every star in the sky, someone burns away to fuel another. Someone explodes in a Supernova to free new particles and gases into the air to someday create lives of their own. I've never taken it into much consideration and probably never will, these thundering questions of why do we question what's already on paper? Why do we question prophecies or ancient scrolls half-forgotten?

Question is a danger, second to decision. Each question and answer alters perspective, thought and that one second decision time to make up your mind. One can learn in various ways the concequences, or ignore the crutial facts. It's like questioning the future when you've yet to figure out the present.

I remember Donnie once telling me that it was a fault to be scared of the dark. I can even remember agreeing for the sake of it. Yet here I find myself with a candle beside my bed, scared to diminish the light I had once found amongst 'them'. A light I had lost once more due to another faulty decision. Why hadn't it turned out in the end?

It's a question, and one that I decide to place behind me. Another fault I had made when all I had treid to do was the opposite. I remember the start, I remember the end. Dark, gloomy and blood red petals falling from the sky above me. Feathers perhaps?

But do I care to share this information to the world? Do I dare tell everyone that their answers and beliefs had all been wrong? That the media had once again decided to pull a veil over the cruel thruth of the end?

I'll try to give one last time, though I'm not sure if this will even reach you.

The decision will always be yours, and that decision can change the future, make a difference and stand out.

One moment thought f a previous action can drive the world into a different direction.

One decision, one life, one second.

That's all it takes.

Song to be heard: Forget it by Breaking Benjamin

Artist links: darkladyxxx.sblog.cz/dream/

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Life; rewritten

Life is something worth living for;

You think that pain will open up the door,

It's not like selling a score.

It's not a game that you can restartOnce the blackness comes,

Don't think that you will be reborn.

Where's the light at the end of the tunnel?

The one that comforts you at the brink of death?

This life can be rainbow colours,

Grey and white, also old picturesque.

But we've got in common, survival instinct.

Many people lie, cheat or mess around with others' lives.

Is there a reason that makes them feel alive?

People don't respect the will to see,

Don't seem to want the instinct to survive.

People don't deserve to die.

But what's the point when they don't make the effort to stay alive?

We can hear and we can breathe, we can see, but we can't sleep!

Open your eyes and look up to the abyss.

Do you wanna be free at all?

It's a wonderful thing to be heard of at all.

There's no second chances.

It's so cowardly to proclaim you have nothing nothing to offer.

It's the difference you make that uniquely contrasts us.

Undescribable things, won't get you very far in this world.

Why can't everyone redeem, unless you threaten what they seem to believe.

Unconcously,

Life is the greatest miracle of all.

Don't be afraid to ask or fight for what is right.

Don't be scared to love because you don't deem yourself right for the fight.

Hold your head high,

Like a multi-coloured butterfly soars through the sky.

It's simple. So simple.

How can it be with just a blink? (So simple)

Too complex to figure out the questions starting with 'why'?

That's just life, and you don't get all these chances before you die.

Song to hear: 'Getcha head in the game' by Zac Efron

Artist link: http://windred.deviantart.com/