• Tune!

    Song that has a tune!!!

    It's been so long and so long
    since I've been here

    I've been so strong, all along
    I know I belong here
    if I say...

    can't stop and listen
    the names of every man that's got you for
    can't and stop listen
    if I listen to you I will stop and fall
    can't stop or listen
    if I say to you I won't loose it at all.

    If I think twice
    I'm on long road
    down to the end of my
    yellow brick road

    and if I'm real nice
    I'll find you a puppet
    of a man that'll make you ice

    can't stop and listen
    the names of every man that's got you for
    can't and stop listen
    if I listen to you I will stop and fall
    can't stop or listen
    if I say to you I won't loose it at all.

    I've got a accent
    that I acquired from watching
    the television all day long

    I had an accident
    when I fell love and drowned
    in a 6ft pool.

    I can't stop this
    the way my voice
    is going up and down like spring
    I can't stop this
    I can't stop my voice when all I wanna do is sing

    can't stop and listen
    the names of every man that's got you for
    can't and stop listen
    if I listen to you I will stop and fall
    can't stop or listen
    if I say to you I won't loose it at all.

  • poem or maybe a song

    Father, is that you?

    You make my hands shake
    When you clear you voice
    You spin yourself around me
    And take away my choice

    I don’t know what to do
    When I see simple words on a screen
    Cause I can’t shut off the lights
    I can’t make it all a dream

    I can remember your face
    The sound of your tears
    Cause I can see you all around
    And know you’re what I fear

    Man, men such as you
    An ounce of ash between them
    You are not one to argue
    Not one to condemn (yet you’ve condemned us to this)

    Love and hate are words too often used
    Lent like bargains between fools
    I have no use for these words when I think of you
    Your words are so sad and yet they are cruel

    I don’t know what to do
    When I see simple words on a screen
    Cause I can’t shut off the lights
    I can’t make it all a dream

  • Song with no name...

    I’ve been looking for you
    Out on the country roads
    The reeds are swaying
    And crickets are a saying
    That the day is long gone

    But I look up and shine
    I look up and shine
    Cause I know that everything is gonna be okay
    At the end of the day

    In crowded streets beneath the fumes
    I found a pocket knife
    I found a way to cut your neck
    Something to mend this wreck
    And take away the pain

    My mama’s cure is therapy
    But I think I’d rather telepathy
    I’m allergic to psychology
    And giving you apologies
    Cause everything I do is wrong

    But I look up and shine
    I look up and shine
    Cause I know that everything is gonna be okay
    At the end of the day

    Cause I’ll look up and lie
    Shining like the sun
    Cause I know where you hide in yourself
    I know what’s kept upon the shelf

    He’s not capable of love
    And he cannot tell me so
    The sea is bulging out to the night
    While he hides from mirrors in pure fright
    And he knows self hates the worst kind of all

    But I’ll look up and shine
    I’ll look up and shine
    Cause I’ve never felt what I felt before
    Not even when I made a hole in this door

    I’ve lived for love
    Lived to end dead days
    I lived beneath your gaze
    And I thank my mother on my birthday
    For life

    Cause I’ll look up and shine
    I’ll look up and shine
    Cause I know that everything is gonna be okay
    At the end of the day

    And I go out in a blaze…

  • Quizzy majiggy X_X

    Nicked from Alicia...

    Whats your name backwards?
    ecila
    Name some lines from the song you are listening to?
    I have no remorse for doing what was right to me. I have no guilt in me
    Gay or Straight?
    Both
    What goes on your toast?
    Butter and chocolate spread
    What's the seventh text message in your inbox say?
    No idea and my phones out of battery
    Has someone groped you in the past week?
    No
    Lily Allen or Kate Nash?
    Lily Allen
    Last person to call you babe?
    I’m not sure anyone ever has
    I say ‘Jump!’, you say?
    sing
    Whats the top played song on your MP3 player?
    Mountains- Biffy Clyro
    Who did you last hold hands with?
    Lauren lol, she was actually more pulling me
    Who would you like to meet?
    Robert Downey Jr.
    Funniest thing that happened today?
    Ummm… I did this quiz
    Are you insane?
    Clinically? Or just generally?
    Whats on your bedside table?
    Pads, books, deodorant, lamp, chocolate, ipod and speakers and an empty wallet.
    How many piercings do you have?
    Ears
    Whats one of your favourite quotes?
    ‘It tastes like someone’s stolen my wallet’
    Have you ever kissed anyone who's name started with a S or N?
    Yes
    Is this year the best year of your life?
    NO!
    Ninjas or Pirates?
    Ninjas
    Where do you want to go right now?
    America
    Who do you want to go with?
    My Family
    Do you hate My Chemical Romance?
    No, I love them.
    What do you want from life?
    Happiness.
    When did you last do sex?
    :P
    What's your nickname and why?
    Twiggy, because I have short hair and my friends mum said it looked like hers.
    Anything written on your hand?
    No
    Could you run the Country?
    No but I could take over the country
    What are your favourite names?
    Lucas + Finn
    Have you ever punched a hole in the wall?
    I’ve punched a hole in a door
    Name a good song.
    Handlebars. The Flobots
    Where's your sister?
    At my Dad’s + the others at Help hire (she’s working there)
    Have you got balls?
    I have tennis ball’s
    How would you react if someone kissed you right now?
    I’d scream
    Wheres the weirdest place you’ve peed?
    Beside a pathway, behind a bush
    Are you scared of Cows?
    no
    Anything else to add?
    Be excellent to each other and party on dudes.

  • 'Wedding Singer' fever

    I got IRON MAN on dvd!

    I can't wait till my mum comes back from seeing her clients, then we can watch it!
    I was listening to the song that Adam Sandler sings in The Wedding Singer, I love that song, the one he writes himself.
    Here's a video of it:

    There's also a song in that film by the Psychedelic Furs called Love My Way, here's that to:

  • Song 'n' Poem 'n' Video

    Heroes Fall The Hardest

    It's never good enoughh
    It's a moment of disaster
    And at times like these
    You'll think she'll go and kiss her

    CHORUS
    Wish on a dessert
    On a meal for kings
    Cause i'd bet on a tiger *roar*
    If only she could sing

    You deserve every moment of happiness i can give
    Here, where the heart is
    I can send a look of a thousand suns
    I can fire pity with an invisible gun

    CHORUS

    Words on my tongue
    If only could be sung x3

    Heroes fall the hardest...

    Hello For Now

    I can Feel a bottle in my hands
    A cork stopper and glass made of sand
    Fire and brimestone lie within
    flames shedding light, so dim

    Deep, deep the ocean spreads around
    A mans laughter gripping to every sound
    Memories that go deeper than the sea
    For everything that i could never be

    I'd like to be as silent as a flower
    sitting so still, dreaming away the hours
    I've been sleeping so long I've forgotten my age
    stuck in a world freer than a cage

    words mean so little yet hold all the power
    locked behind doors, in the tallest tower
    I am not a wold howling at the night
    I'm a human child blinded by the light

    This is a video by Linkin Park, the song is called Leave Out All The Rest

    ITS HALF-TERM!!! YAHOOOOOOOOO!

  • A day off! :)

    I went to see James Blunt Live at the O2, it was amazing! Not the same as when i went to see MCR but still an exsperience i will never forget. I got £20 from my uncle and aunt and i have the day off school, so i'm feeling pretty good at the moment.

    The film Burn After Reading is coming out this Friday, i'm hoping my mum is not so out of money that we can't go and see it, Eagle Eye is also coming out. I love Shia Labeouf! It's amazing his name actually means 'thank god for beef'.

    This is a song by K's Choice, that i think personally is about depression, other people have said that's what its about to, anyway its amazing!
    DAMMIT i was going to get it off youtube but the embeded thing is diabled, here's a link:

    http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=d85AC7dD3LM

    i thought i would put something funny on here, seeing as my usual stuff is always the complete opposite of cheery.

    There are loads of other SMOSH videos if you want to check them out, the food battle one is good.

    and just to keep up tradition (although shadowman is SO sad) here's (another) song to make you cry:

    wow, i never do blogs this long, i have another thing to add aswell, its a poem about my gran:

    All I Can Hear

    Cogs turning in my head all day
    I’m not listening to a word you say
    All I can hear is a scream in my head
    I’ll sit, straight and still, until I’m dead

    She talks as if I’m not here
    As If I can stand having her near
    She doesn’t seem to realise what I hear
    Every time that I am near

    All I can hear is a scream in my head
    Kill me now; I think I’d rather be dead
    My head is filled with bumblebees
    But her mouths like a lock, with a thousand keys

  • Story- Remember Monee

    Remember Monee

    My name is Monee. I’m fourteen years old. I have black hair, brown eyes and dark skin. I am a member of the Frome library although I have never used the card to take out a book and never will. I have no passport, no driving license, no bank account. On my birth certificate my name is stated as: Jane Harding. I have no middle name. I have no address and no number from which to contact me. My name is Monee. I am nobody.
    I was taken into custody when I was merely four years old. I have only three memories to call my own. Every thing before my time here- excluding those memories- is a blur.
    I like to repeat things. It gives everything a steady within rhythm, a pattern to go by. I live like this, in patterns. The consecutive hours of my day are planned and regulated. The rhythm of my life never changes; its like a song where the same notes are repeated over and over. My name is Monee. I am alone.
    When I first came here, I shared my small bunk with another, a boy around the same age as me. He was fair haired and the matrons doted after him as he was the baby Jesus himself. He taught me the greatest lessen I will ever learn, and that is to trust nobody. He taught me how to fake illness: he would put his head on the boiler un till it burned, then he’d push his delicate finger down his throat un till he gagged- I always turned away at this part, although I could still here him choking- last of all he sat huddled up in both our blankets un till a film of sweet plastered his hair to his forehead. I though he was so clever and cunning no fox could beat him. I wanted to be like him. No, I wanted to be him. Once he was gone, I took his place as the cunning one of the lot. He taught me all the tricks of the trade: What times to sneak into the kitchen to get food, which matrons had a soft spot for the little ones, how to break into the masters office and most important of all, how not to get caught.
    My name is Monee. I can cry. What I think is the earliest memory I have is one of my mother, of her hands, holding me steady in her lap. Her long nails, well kept and obviously manicured. He skin was pale next to mine, like butterscotch. I don’t know what she smelt of- just that she smelt nice- like what a mother should smell of, juicy apples and rosemary, earthy yet clean. I remember her looking at me with big eyes. I don’t what colour they were- it doesn’t matter- they were looking at me with love and adoration. I thought that maybe she was smiling in this memory but over time I have began to realize, that she wasn’t only looking at me with love but also with sadness. Tears where trickling down her cheeks as she wept above my head. I have grown to hate this memory. I have wished to cast from my mind many times but it won’t go away. My name is Monee. I cannot forget.
    My second memory is of a girl, older than me but none the wiser. I don’t remember her looks at all, only that she was taller than me and had a girly high pitched voice. She asked me If I liked Mona but I had no idea who that was. She told me in her high voice that it was a TV program and that everybody new who Mona was. It was obvious I was not everybody as I had no idea what she was talking about. I asked her who Mona was but she didn’t seem to be able to tell me. A little while later we sat in front of a television and she held my small hand. She talked throughout the whole program, whatever it had been. I remember nothing else she said. The only other thing I remember and I remember with quite clarity, is her handing me a stuffed rabbit, its fur was matted and muddy, its pink ears had faded to grey and one of her eyes was almost falling from its socket of stitching. I held it to my chest, as if it was a life force. I loved that rabbit from the moment my hands clasped around its small stuffed neck. I thank that girl in my mind and my prayers everyday for giving me something to call my own. I still have that rabbit- tucked away beneath my bunk- stashed away so no one else can find it.
    My name is Monee. I have been here for ten years. I know why they keep everything the same, repeat it all again and again. My whole life they have been brainwashing me. There’s one thing they didn’t count on though, they thought I wouldn’t know, wouldn’t realise what they were doing. Now I do I can bring them down. Of course this is all easier said than done. I will try to explain to you how hard it is going to be: I am sure that after reading this you can remember my name, what if I told you to forget it, don’t even let it cross your mind when I am asking you about it. Impossible, right? Well I’m hoping its not because that’s what I’ve got to do, forget everything they ever told me, forget my whole life.

  • Funny Song

  • STORY- dosen't have a name

    Prologue – The End
    He stared out into the wild storm, protected behind the double-glazed windows and sighed exasperatedly, wishing the weather would suddenly turn and calm. At the same time he wished the exact thing, but for his life. He would have given anything to change it, to turn back the clock. He watched the wind as it tore the trees from the ground and shook the rafters of his house. The wind and hail slammed against his unbreakable windows and made cracks in the frail glass that protected the streetlights, the electricity burst in the air like the lightning breaking up the grey sky, thunder rolled in after the flashes of light in the skies. Water spilled out over the rivers and the water licked at the sides of the pavement threatening to spill over and leak into their homes. The lonely man at the window smiled grimly, unsure exactly why he bothered to smile or to laugh, he thought, when he realised he was giggling hysterically, his body heaved with every burst of laughter, he curled up as they turned to sobs, wracking his body with an ever deepening sorrow that chewed him up from the inside. His cries were in vain because with every choked sob that escaped his lips, the waters spilled over, the rain and lightning broke up the sky, with every second that went by, the world was gradually ending and there was nothing he could do about it, nothing he could do but watch as this once beautiful earth tore itself apart and his heart was torn apart with it.

    Chapter One – Bleed It Out
    It was a summer’s day, clear skies and thin clouds streaked against the blue as the boy opened his book and began to read. He let himself be adsorbed within its words, letting them enchant him, so then he didn’t have to hear the sounds around him. The hot stuffy classroom, the teachers voice like a monotone, droning on and on. It was the fifth time he’d read this book and occasionally he found himself reciting what the character was about to say just before he read it. He pretended to be looking at his textbook as he turned to the next page. He ignored his classmates, none of whom he would ever think of as mates and absorbed himself into the story, but of course inevitably, just when it was getting near to the end of the chapter, the teacher decided it was time to stop being oblivious and stormed over to the boys desk. The teacher, Mr Lambert, tapped his fingers on his leg with agitation and impatience. He was a tall man, with a furrowed brow, the lines that deepened his face not from age but from spending year after year with a threatening look forever plastered on his face. Now he deepened this look into a harsh scowl as the boy continued being ignorant to his looming presence. Mr Lambert didn’t say anything as the boy’s gaze left the page of his book, his head slowly rising to meet his teacher’s cold grey eyes. The boy’s thin lips curled up into a smile, Mr Lambert fumed, his pale complexion turning steadily redder as the boy failed to suppress his childish giggle.
    “Get Out!” The teacher’s hands were clenched at his sides, his knuckled growing steadily whiter in the same rhythm of his now beetroot coloured face. He grabbed the book from under the boy’s hands and through it onto his desk, it landed with an unnervingly loud thud. The boy dug his nails into the table and bit down on his lip, hard. He stood shakily the colour rising slightly to his cheeks. The eyes of thirty school boys followed his every move as he walked without momentum towards the door. Mr Lambert turned and slammed the door behind the boys hunched figure, barely suppressing what his psychologist called his ‘violent tendencies’ and what most other people called him ‘being an asshole’.
    Outside the now deadly silently classroom the boy walked up and down, back and forth. He fiddled with the hem of his shirt, pulling at the collar. He twisted the strands of his scraggly black hair, fiddling with anything he could get his hands on. His eyes screamed of the hidden nerves within, although he still had an incredible desire to burst into a fit of laughter. Emotion crashed about inside his green swirling orbs, every feeling at war with the other. He bit his lip again, trying to make it bleed. He leaned against the wall struggling to stop his hands from moving up towards his heavy head to knot his already messy hair. He repeated the same thing over and over as his lip turned red and he smudged blood onto his hands, just bleed it out he bit down again, even harder, bleed it out, bleed it all out…
    He sat on the hard, straight-backed chair outside the headmistress’ office, his hands cupped in his lap. He stayed still, staring at the red on his fingertips; it seemed to keep an ever holding interest, blood, and the pain was more than bearable. The door to the headmistress’ office swung open and a women’s head popped out of the doorway. She was far from the typical headmistress’ and many of the students made jokes about her being a porn star as a teenager and she of course new about this, but to many of the teachers disapproval found it highly amusing. She had red bouncy hair and a lively energy about her. A smile was never far from her face and what a smile it was, she could light up the whole school with that smile, with that smile she could get anything she wanted, from men at least.
    “Come on in Frankie,” she gave him her trademark smile, showing her whitened teeth. The boy, frank, blushed slightly and looked down at his feet as he followed her into her spacious office. It blared out a friendly atmosphere; the walls were painted red and white matching her hair and pale skin.
    “Sit down Frankie,” she pointed to the squishy chair opposite her desk, she sat behind it and looked down on him with a slight smile. Frank looked at the desk; the papers, pen pots, pens and pencils, a toy pink rabbit, a photo frame with a picture of her son sticking out his tongue. Frank’s report lay under her palms on the desk.

    That's all i've written so far.

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