Sunday, September 11, 2011
Monday, April 11, 2011
My Friends Birthday!
Today it is my friends birthday ! I am going to dedicate this post to her! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! LOVE YOU!! Can't wait until we go out for a meal! It will be so special!
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Sorry...but don't worry!
Sorry, i haven't been doing ANY posts, i've been busy ;) i will try to catch up though!! Starting with, One of Dakota's poems!! WHOOOP!! :) Here it is, enjoy!
The Night
The darkness burns brighter than the sun, speaks the truth,
Screams yet we cannot hear, deja-vu oblivious to it's mysterious lullaby,
Cocoons of protection are nothing against the velvet pillar,
On which our society stands,
Perhaps you hear the voice it speaks? It's incoherent tongue,
Instead lost in memories, a faint chuckle,
Two syllables which are sweet as what they describe - honey,
In the labyrinth of tousle-haired dreams and secret smiles,
Yet your passion aflame deepens the Night around you,
His cloak is your warmth and the smoke is his plaything,
Fluent and graceful to make you more sure of anything,
But also to prickle at your fears, knock-knock,
Just tapping at the door of your mind, a rhythm which your head can't stand,
Are you there? In a state of paralysis count the goose bumps,
To hear faint squawking, your hair dancing to the rhythm,
The moon has never been so pronounced,
And it is smiling as the Cloaked chases you,
Peering through the holes into the stars, you're back to square one,
Because the gems in black shine as his eyes,
Crystal spheres to Utopia beyond the restrictions of mere imagination,
Just the smallest in a world of thousands,counting the sands of time,
But the hourglass is broken the golden glitter is like ashes,
Feel them in your mouth, sudden realisation - ashes are the two sweet syllables,
This memory scarred deeply into your retinas,
Is the fine golden key, to step out of insanity at last.
The darkness burns brighter than the sun, speaks the truth,
Screams yet we cannot hear, deja-vu oblivious to it's mysterious lullaby,
Cocoons of protection are nothing against the velvet pillar,
On which our society stands,
Perhaps you hear the voice it speaks? It's incoherent tongue,
Instead lost in memories, a faint chuckle,
Two syllables which are sweet as what they describe - honey,
In the labyrinth of tousle-haired dreams and secret smiles,
Yet your passion aflame deepens the Night around you,
His cloak is your warmth and the smoke is his plaything,
Fluent and graceful to make you more sure of anything,
But also to prickle at your fears, knock-knock,
Just tapping at the door of your mind, a rhythm which your head can't stand,
Are you there? In a state of paralysis count the goose bumps,
To hear faint squawking, your hair dancing to the rhythm,
The moon has never been so pronounced,
And it is smiling as the Cloaked chases you,
Peering through the holes into the stars, you're back to square one,
Because the gems in black shine as his eyes,
Crystal spheres to Utopia beyond the restrictions of mere imagination,
Just the smallest in a world of thousands,counting the sands of time,
But the hourglass is broken the golden glitter is like ashes,
Feel them in your mouth, sudden realisation - ashes are the two sweet syllables,
This memory scarred deeply into your retinas,
Is the fine golden key, to step out of insanity at last.
That was it, did you like it? To see more of her amazing stories and/or poems, why not go to her mibba page??!?! Mibba is a website where you can make your own poems and listen to the feed back of others. Her mibba page link is: http://member.mibba.com/108507/ We would appreciate it if you had a look!!
Saturday, September 4, 2010
one of..Dakota's Poems!
This was written by one of my friends called Dakota, to see more of her amazing poems and stories go to her Mibba page: http://member.mibba.com/108507/
Our fickle Mistress
Time, our fickle mistress,Ever changing, from the stars to beyond,
That is the mere reach of human consciousness,
On one more unseen spectrum that's cast to the blind eyes,
So time speaks with etiquette, most graceful being,
Yet still battling on broad oceans of slashed,
Slashed and withered, dark and impenetrable stronghold,
Against the beginning and end of all,
Time is not one's rhythm to do as one may please,
Carving the landscape of lies,
Unbound and unwittingly we, mere mortals see,
That hands and face lay decay'd on lifes stage,
Life's monument to the immortal art,
Not slain in most crimson fury,
Nor abashed, abolished by time's ravenous touch,
No, the celestial angels lie in dust,
Once sweet lullabye, touched youths' hearts',
has twinkled in the sky but it's hour has rung,
Rung through soul of our earth and every creature
That lives in its abundance,
Their hearts have shattered,
And left now as memories down a cobbled lane,
Of the laughter and tears, irony and blood,
But time leaves those memories alone to brake,
Still they are left,
The older generations of our time,
To join the choir of the Angels,
Angels have already walked through the lane,
Written by Dakota Quirk. For more FAB-U-LUS poems/stories, why don't you go to her Mibba page? It is:
You MUST go to it!!
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Stats!!
This is my first every Stats! I am going to show you how many visits I have had since, Thursday 26th August 2010, so don't think it is from the last week! Source: www.sitemeter.com This is it:
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I have some news... :)
Every Friday I am going to post one of my friends poems! She is called Dakota and she is AMAZING at writing poems and stories. She is in year 7 and got a level 8 which is an A* in Year 9!!! I hope you LOVE her poems, maybe even stories, as much as I do!
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
1st Ever Weird facts Wednesday!
This is my first ever Weird Facts Wednesday!
The fact is....
Of the 17k+ words Shakespeare used, over 1700 are recorded there for the first time!!
Hope you liked the fact!
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