|Watch the rain fall, fall, fall...|
Dear MumI've written up the poshest letterDear Mum by listening-to-silence
To make all my troubles better
I'll post it through Mum's bedroom door
So that it ends up on the floor
And then she cannot help but see
This special letter just from ME:
"Mummy, I'll beg you and I'll plead,
I'll even get down on my knees,
And, you see, I HAVE said please
(Oh, please, oh please, oh please, please PLEASE)
Please will you let me have just ONE
(Or maybe two- I AM your son)
Cookies from the cookie jar?
You know I cannot reach that far
To where you put them so high up
In the special biscuit tub
And Mum, you see, it's only fair
If you would take them down and SHARE!
(My preschool teacher told us that
If you don't share you will get fat)
Besides, I'll be your best chum
If you let me have just ONE
cookie from the cookie pot
(Before you go and scoff the lot)
Signed, your dearest darling Chess
P.S. Mummy, PLEASE say yes!
Cardboard Treasure Chestshe likes to sit above the worldCardboard Treasure Chest by listening-to-silence
on thrones of polystyrene foam
in attics full of rot and rust
to search for secrets in the dust
a cobwebbed box waits in the corner
full of riches to adorn her
confusion creates a furrowed frown
worn as a curious royal crown
as she unearths a sheaf of paper
a black gun with an empty chamber
a buckle made of polished brass
the photographs tell their own story
dated 'august 1940'
when black and white colours still reigned
though coloured cameras had been made
monochrome smiles and paper umbrellas
elegant coats and polka dot dresses
china teasets and silver spoons
sunshine days and waltzing tunes
painted smiles and petticoats
buckled shoes and lacy throats
spools of film and gramaphones
handles carved from bleached white bone...
intrigued, she makes another dive
into her newfound treasure trove
hand clasping at the string-bound papers,
yellowing and thin as wafers
'to whom it may concern' she reads
and soon the words are blurred
Digitalyou convert life into binaryDigital by listening-to-silence
nought or one
black or white
and ignore the inbetweens
[so how can you see me?
i think im the only decimal number in your life,
the only shade of grey]
when i asked you out that saturday
there was a
very long pause
before you would answer me
i thought id said the wrong thing, but then
you gave me
that slow smile
and hugged me so tight it hurt
[butyou had to let go and turn away
and you asked me politely to wait while you
turned off your feelings
before you overheated]
they say youre weird, a geek, nerd, freak
at the computer all day
at first i was scared that they right:
nothing to do in this place
[but now ive seen the wonders stored
in that million-gigabyte imagination of yours.
now i know better.]
you dont have windows, and your flat is
like a box,
that you seem to live inside
so i breathe on your black computer,
trace a heart
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How the Fairytale EndsI remember lying in the dark the night after we killed the troll. My bandaged side hurt like hell, and I thought maybe the arrow the monster had used had been poisoned. I shivered at the thought and pulled my cloak farther up to my chin. This left my feet, bare, of course, so I sighed heavily as I tried to bend down and cover them again. I had barely moved before he was there, pushing me back down gently and settling his own cloak over me.How the Fairytale Ends by scarletbird
"Idiot," I heard him mutter.
I fell asleep with a grin on my weary face.
That I can remember clearly, though it seems so long ago now.
This journey of the king's faithful young knight and a starry-eyed tomboy started months even before then, in the days when we were still infected with those twin diseases, stupidity and recklessness. Others called it youth and bravery. I've discovered there's very little difference, really.
Either way, here we are now, on the cusp of victory. Soon, our trial will be over. It's what he always wanted.
I glance to my si
|Oh so amazing art! WHY can't I photograph/draw liek this?? v_v|
Current Residence: Morrisons
Favourite style of art: Anime! ^w^
MP3 player of choice: my iPod nano (silverr)
Favourite cartoon character: sasuke
Personal Quote: "Friends are angels who lift us up when our wings forget how to fly..."