tag:anywherebuthere.blog.co.uk,2009-11-22:/MokoFeed2009-11-22T00:36:30+01:00tag:anywherebuthere.blog.co.uk,2008-12-05:/2008/12/05/tune-5168558/MurderXRehab2008-12-05T18:50:05+01:002008-12-05T18:50:05+01:00 <p>Song that has a tune!!!</p> <p>It's been so long and so long<br> since I've been here </p> <p>I've been so strong, all along<br> I know I belong here<br> if I say...</p> <p>can't stop and listen<br> the names of every man that's got you for<br> can't and stop listen<br> if I listen to you I will stop and fall<br> can't stop or listen<br> if I say to you I won't loose it at all.</p> <p>If I think twice<br> I'm on long road<br> down to the end of my<br> yellow brick road</p> <p>and if I'm real nice<br> I'll find you a puppet<br> of a man that'll make you ice </p> <p>can't stop and listen<br> the names of every man that's got you for<br> can't and stop listen<br> if I listen to you I will stop and fall<br> can't stop or listen<br> if I say to you I won't loose it at all.</p> <p>I've got a accent<br> that I acquired from watching<br> the television all day long </p> <p>I had an accident<br> when I fell love and drowned<br> in a 6ft pool.</p> <p> I can't stop this<br> the way my voice<br> is going up and down like spring<br> I can't stop this<br> I can't stop my voice when all I wanna do is sing </p> <p>can't stop and listen<br> the names of every man that's got you for<br> can't and stop listen<br> if I listen to you I will stop and fall<br> can't stop or listen<br> if I say to you I won't loose it at all.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://anywherebuthere.blog.co.uk/2008/12/05/tune-5168558/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:anywherebuthere.blog.co.uk,2008-11-23:/2008/11/23/poem-or-maybe-a-song-5090688/MurderXRehab2008-11-23T13:10:10+01:002008-11-23T13:10:10+01:00 <p><u><strong>Father, is that you? </strong></u> </p> <p>You make my hands shake<br> When you clear you voice<br> You spin yourself around me<br> And take away my choice </p> <p>I don’t know what to do<br> When I see simple words on a screen<br> Cause I can’t shut off the lights<br> I can’t make it all a dream </p> <p>I can remember your face<br> The sound of your tears<br> Cause I can see you all around<br> And know you’re what I fear </p> <p>Man, men such as you<br> An ounce of ash between them<br> You are not one to argue<br> Not one to condemn (yet you’ve condemned us to this)</p> <p>Love and hate are words too often used<br> Lent like bargains between fools<br> I have no use for these words when I think of you<br> Your words are so sad and yet they are cruel </p> <p>I don’t know what to do<br> When I see simple words on a screen<br> Cause I can’t shut off the lights<br> I can’t make it all a dream </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://anywherebuthere.blog.co.uk/2008/11/23/poem-or-maybe-a-song-5090688/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:anywherebuthere.blog.co.uk,2008-11-13:/2008/11/13/song-with-no-name-5031158/MurderXRehab2008-11-13T20:07:17+01:002008-11-18T18:26:33+01:00 <p>I’ve been looking for you<br> Out on the country roads<br> The reeds are swaying<br> And crickets are a saying<br> That the day is long gone </p> <p>But I look up and shine<br> I look up and shine<br> Cause I know that everything is gonna be okay<br> At the end of the day</p> <p>In crowded streets beneath the fumes<br> I found a pocket knife<br> I found a way to cut your neck<br> Something to mend this wreck<br> And take away the pain</p> <p>My mama’s cure is therapy<br> But I think I’d rather telepathy<br> I’m allergic to psychology<br> And giving you apologies<br> Cause everything I do is wrong </p> <p>But I look up and shine<br> I look up and shine<br> Cause I know that everything is gonna be okay<br> At the end of the day</p> <p>Cause I’ll look up and lie<br> Shining like the sun<br> Cause I know where you hide in yourself<br> I know what’s kept upon the shelf </p> <p>He’s not capable of love<br> And he cannot tell me so<br> The sea is bulging out to the night<br> While he hides from mirrors in pure fright<br> And he knows self hates the worst kind of all </p> <p>But I’ll look up and shine<br> I’ll look up and shine<br> Cause I’ve never felt what I felt before<br> Not even when I made a hole in this door</p> <p>I’ve lived for love<br> Lived to end dead days<br> I lived beneath your gaze<br> And I thank my mother on my birthday<br> For life</p> <p>Cause I’ll look up and shine<br> I’ll look up and shine<br> Cause I know that everything is gonna be okay<br> At the end of the day</p> <p>And I go out in a blaze… </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://anywherebuthere.blog.co.uk/2008/11/13/song-with-no-name-5031158/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:anywherebuthere.blog.co.uk,2008-10-29:/2008/10/29/quizzy-majiggy-x-x-4949580/MurderXRehab2008-10-29T11:53:13+01:002008-10-29T11:56:37+01:00 <p>Nicked from Alicia... </p> <p>Whats your name backwards?<br> ecila<br> Name some lines from the song you are listening to?<br> I have no remorse for doing what was right to me. I have no guilt in me<br> Gay or Straight?<br> Both<br> What goes on your toast?<br> Butter and chocolate spread<br> What's the seventh text message in your inbox say?<br> No idea and my phones out of battery<br> Has someone groped you in the past week?<br> No<br> Lily Allen or Kate Nash?<br> Lily Allen<br> Last person to call you babe?<br> I’m not sure anyone ever has<br> I say ‘Jump!’, you say?<br> sing<br> Whats the top played song on your MP3 player?<br> Mountains- Biffy Clyro<br> Who did you last hold hands with?<br> Lauren lol, she was actually more pulling me<br> Who would you like to meet?<br> Robert Downey Jr.<br> Funniest thing that happened today?<br> Ummm… I did this quiz<br> Are you insane?<br> Clinically? Or just generally?<br> Whats on your bedside table?<br> Pads, books, deodorant, lamp, chocolate, ipod and speakers and an empty wallet.<br> How many piercings do you have?<br> Ears<br> Whats one of your favourite quotes?<br> ‘It tastes like someone’s stolen my wallet’<br> Have you ever kissed anyone who's name started with a S or N?<br> Yes<br> Is this year the best year of your life?<br> NO!<br> Ninjas or Pirates?<br> Ninjas<br> Where do you want to go right now?<br> America<br> Who do you want to go with?<br> My Family<br> Do you hate My Chemical Romance?<br> No, I love them.<br> What do you want from life?<br> Happiness.<br> When did you last do sex?<br> <img src="/img/smilies/graybigrazz.gif" alt=":P" class="middle" border="0"><br> What's your nickname and why?<br> Twiggy, because I have short hair and my friends mum said it looked like hers.<br> Anything written on your hand?<br> No<br> Could you run the Country?<br> No but I could take over the country<br> What are your favourite names?<br> Lucas + Finn<br> Have you ever punched a hole in the wall?<br> I’ve punched a hole in a door<br> Name a good song.<br> Handlebars. The Flobots<br> Where's your sister?<br> At my Dad’s + the others at Help hire (she’s working there)<br> Have you got balls?<br> I have tennis ball’s<br> How would you react if someone kissed you right now?<br> I’d scream<br> Wheres the weirdest place you’ve peed?<br> Beside a pathway, behind a bush<br> Are you scared of Cows?<br> no<br> Anything else to add?<br> Be excellent to each other and party on dudes. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://anywherebuthere.blog.co.uk/2008/10/29/quizzy-majiggy-x-x-4949580/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:anywherebuthere.blog.co.uk,2008-10-27:/2008/10/27/i-got-iron-man-on-dvd-i-can-t-wait-4941857/MurderXRehab2008-10-27T21:07:05+01:002008-10-27T21:10:21+01:00 <p>I got <span><span><span><strong>IRON MAN </strong><span><span>on dvd! </span></span></span></span></span></p> <p><span><span><span><span><span>I can't wait till my mum comes back from seeing her clients, then we can watch it!<br> <span>I was listening to the song that Adam Sandler sings in The Wedding Singer, I love that song, the one he writes himself.<br> Here's a video of it: </p> <p>There's also a song in that film by the Psychedelic Furs called Love My Way, here's that to:</p> </span></span></span></span></span></span></p> <p> <small> <a href="http://anywherebuthere.blog.co.uk/2008/10/27/i-got-iron-man-on-dvd-i-can-t-wait-4941857/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:anywherebuthere.blog.co.uk,2008-10-25:/2008/10/25/song-n-poem-n-video-4929363/MurderXRehab2008-10-25T12:41:46+02:002008-10-25T12:41:46+02:00 <p><u>Heroes Fall The Hardest</u><strong></p> <p>It's never good enoughh<br> It's a moment of disaster<br> And at times like these<br> You'll think she'll go and kiss her</p> <p>CHORUS<br> Wish on a dessert<br> On a meal for kings<br> Cause i'd bet on a tiger *roar*<br> If only she could sing </p> <p>You deserve every moment of happiness i can give<br> Here, where the heart is<br> I can send a look of a thousand suns<br> I can fire pity with an invisible gun</p> <p>CHORUS</p> <p>Words on my tongue<br> If only could be sung x3 </p> <p>Heroes fall the hardest... </p> <p><u>Hello For Now</u><strong></p> <p>I can Feel a bottle in my hands<br> A cork stopper and glass made of sand<br> Fire and brimestone lie within<br> flames shedding light, so dim </p> <p>Deep, deep the ocean spreads around<br> A mans laughter gripping to every sound<br> Memories that go deeper than the sea<br> For everything that i could never be</p> <p>I'd like to be as silent as a flower<br> sitting so still, dreaming away the hours<br> I've been sleeping so long I've forgotten my age<br> stuck in a world freer than a cage </p> <p>words mean so little yet hold all the power<br> locked behind doors, in the tallest tower<br> I am not a wold howling at the night<br> I'm a human child blinded by the light</p> <p>This is a video by Linkin Park, the song is called Leave Out All The Rest</p> <p>ITS HALF-TERM!!! YAHOOOOOOOOO!<br> </strong></strong> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://anywherebuthere.blog.co.uk/2008/10/25/song-n-poem-n-video-4929363/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:anywherebuthere.blog.co.uk,2008-10-15:/2008/10/15/i-went-to-see-james-blunt-live-at-the-o2-4875596/MurderXRehab2008-10-15T14:35:19+02:002008-10-15T14:41:48+02:00 <p>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. </p> <p>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'. </p> <p>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!<br> DAMMIT i was going to get it off youtube but the embeded thing is diabled, here's a link: </p> <p><a href="http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=d85AC7dD3LM">http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=d85AC7dD3LM</a></p> <p>i thought i would put something funny on here, seeing as my usual stuff is always the complete opposite of cheery. </p> <p>There are loads of other SMOSH videos if you want to check them out, the food battle one is good. </p> <p>and just to keep up tradition (although shadowman is SO sad) here's (another) song to make you cry: </p> <p>wow, i never do blogs this long, i have another thing to add aswell, its a poem about my gran: </p> <p><u><strong>All I Can Hear</strong></u></p> <p>Cogs turning in my head all day<br> I’m not listening to a word you say<br> All I can hear is a scream in my head<br> I’ll sit, straight and still, until I’m dead </p> <p>She talks as if I’m not here<br> As If I can stand having her near<br> She doesn’t seem to realise what I hear<br> Every time that I am near</p> <p>All I can hear is a scream in my head<br> Kill me now; I think I’d rather be dead<br> My head is filled with bumblebees<br> But her mouths like a lock, with a thousand keys </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://anywherebuthere.blog.co.uk/2008/10/15/i-went-to-see-james-blunt-live-at-the-o2-4875596/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:anywherebuthere.blog.co.uk,2008-09-23:/2008/09/23/bec670e5a55424d840db8636ecc28828-remember-monee-4768763/MurderXRehab2008-09-23T17:26:40+02:002008-09-23T17:26:40+02:00 <p><u><strong>Remember Monee</strong></u></p> <p>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.<br> 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.<br> 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.<br> 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.<br> 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.<br> 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.<br> 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. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://anywherebuthere.blog.co.uk/2008/09/23/bec670e5a55424d840db8636ecc28828-remember-monee-4768763/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:anywherebuthere.blog.co.uk,2008-09-07:/2008/09/07/i-fell-in-love-with-someone-who-didn-t-love-4693914/MurderXRehab2008-09-07T15:04:01+02:002008-10-25T12:45:13+02:00 <p> <small> <a href="http://anywherebuthere.blog.co.uk/2008/09/07/i-fell-in-love-with-someone-who-didn-t-love-4693914/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:anywherebuthere.blog.co.uk,2008-09-01:/2008/09/01/story-dosen-t-have-a-name-4667955/MurderXRehab2008-09-01T18:34:40+02:002008-09-01T18:34:40+02:00 <p>Prologue – The End<br> 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.</p> <p>Chapter One – Bleed It Out<br> 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.<br> “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’.<br> 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…<br> 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.<br> “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.<br> “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.</p> <p>That's all i've written so far. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://anywherebuthere.blog.co.uk/2008/09/01/story-dosen-t-have-a-name-4667955/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:anywherebuthere.blog.co.uk,2008-08-18:/2008/08/18/title-4605267/MurderXRehab2008-08-18T19:02:50+02:002008-08-18T19:07:14+02:00 <p><u><strong>Ragged and Weary</strong></u></p> <p>I want to leave an angry silence in my wake<br> Bashful and bold, I’m full of hate </p> <p>I want to see a deadly glare on your face<br> As I let the evil take my place </p> <p>I have a need for blood<br> To see it on my flesh<br> I hear shouts from below<br> And know that it is best </p> <p>I want to see a world where there is no sun<br> Somewhere I can rest when you’ve been and gone </p> <p>I have a need for tears<br> To feel them on my cheeks<br> I hear your voice below me<br> And know that I am weak </p> <p>A long time from now when I can’t recall your face<br> When all this rage isn’t embedded in your place </p> <p>I’ll find a bird to sing for me, that’ll wake me up at night<br> I’ll find a shutter big enough to keep away the light </p> <p><u><strong>Goodbye </strong></u></p> <p>I could scream…<br> I can touch the ceiling<br> I want you to understand<br> I hate this feeling</p> <p>I could cry…<br> I can feel my skin<br> I want you to know<br> I’ve committed sin</p> <p>I could grieve…<br> I can see the sky<br> I want you to understand<br> This is not a lie</p> <p>Good bye<br> Good bye<br> Sun-streaked flowers<br> Time is my enemy<br> Ticking away the hours </p> <p>Only hours left<br> Good bye<br> Good bye<br> I’ll miss you when you try<br> I’ll miss you when you cry </p> <p>Good bye<br> Good bye<br> Time flies<br> Time is my enemy<br> Ticking away the hours<br> Only hours left with you </p> <p>I could laugh…<br> I can touch the sun<br> I want you to understand<br> Its said and done</p> <p>I could smile…<br> I can feel the rain<br> I want you to know<br> There’s no more pain </p> <p>I could shine…<br> I can see the door<br> I want you to understand<br> I don’t know anymore </p> <p>I could smile<br> Just for a while…<br> …if I where with you </p> <p>Good bye<br> Good bye<br> I’ll miss you when you smile<br> I’ll miss you for awhile </p> <p>Good bye<br> Goodbye<br> I’ll miss you when you smile<br> I’ll miss you for awhile</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://anywherebuthere.blog.co.uk/2008/08/18/title-4605267/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:anywherebuthere.blog.co.uk,2008-08-15:/2008/08/15/bored-out-of-my-mind-4592592/MurderXRehab2008-08-15T14:53:24+02:002008-08-15T14:53:24+02:00 <p>I am SO bored! My mum is ill, one of my sisters is at work, the other is out with her friend, the two friend i would be seeing are in canada, so i'm pretty much stuffed. i have absulotely nothing to do and i HATE being stuck in the house! </p> <p>Twilight the movie comes out 1st Januury next year, its based on a book, if you haven't read it, i seriously recomend it! It's amazing!</p> <p>does anyone know Fleetwood mac? I am obssessed with one of there songs, its called 'The Chain', supposedly the bit of tune in the middle of the song is the theme tune for the grand prix, its random!</p> <p>sooo... please anyone who reads this: what do you do when you are bored??? </p> <p>please give me some ideas, i have a feeling there's gonna be more boredom to come! </p> <p>Twilight: </p> <p><img src="http://data5.blog.de/media/533/2734533_8f88a51d6d_m.jpg" alt="twilight_movie_poster" vspace="5" hspace="5"> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://anywherebuthere.blog.co.uk/2008/08/15/bored-out-of-my-mind-4592592/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:anywherebuthere.blog.co.uk,2008-07-09:/2008/07/09/i-can-t-get-these-songs-out-of-my-head-4425740/MurderXRehab2008-07-09T17:57:59+02:002008-07-09T17:57:59+02:00 <p> <small> <a href="http://anywherebuthere.blog.co.uk/2008/07/09/i-can-t-get-these-songs-out-of-my-head-4425740/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:anywherebuthere.blog.co.uk,2008-07-09:/2008/07/09/my-favourite-films-4425678/MurderXRehab2008-07-09T17:46:30+02:002008-07-09T17:46:30+02:00 <br><img src="http://www.flixster.com/servlet/embed/widget/781223038.jpg" alt="" width="1" height="1"><br> <a href="http://www.flixster.com/servlet/embed/widget/link/781223038">Are we movie<br>compatible?</a> <a href="http://www.flixster.com/user/captainXiero">My Flixster<br>profile</a> <p> <small> <a href="http://anywherebuthere.blog.co.uk/2008/07/09/my-favourite-films-4425678/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:anywherebuthere.blog.co.uk,2008-06-14:/2008/06/14/music-4314509/MurderXRehab2008-06-14T12:52:28+02:002008-06-14T12:52:28+02:00 <a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/vjlSMtO/playlist/Zukj_s3d/random_songs_music_playlist/">Random Songs</a> <p> <small> <a href="http://anywherebuthere.blog.co.uk/2008/06/14/music-4314509/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:anywherebuthere.blog.co.uk,2008-05-25:/2008/05/25/story-sony-child-of-ice-4220071/MurderXRehab2008-05-25T16:22:30+02:002008-05-25T16:22:30+02:00 <p><strong>SONY: CHILD OF ICE</strong></p> <p>Chapter One<br> The boy was much younger than Alex had thought he would be, his blonde curls flopped over his eyes, they were the first thing he noticed about him, they were almost see though, with a hint of blue, the blue got darker around the edges, they never moved, as if they were frozen in place. You would have thought these eyes seemed cold but they were not, they only seemed innocent. His clothes were baggy, he wore scruffy jeans, a black hoodie, his sunglasses lay on the ground, the lens cracked. Blood dripped down his pale face, it flowed over his cracked lips, and into his mouth. He spat it out, his mouth pulling back into a snarl. I looked into his eyes again, innocent, but his face was contorted in rage, his hands clenched into fists, his knuckles scared from the punches he’d just thrown. His mouth turned into a large grin. Alex thought then he’d speak but instead he opened his mouth and screamed. Alex clamped his hands over his ears and cried out silently, he felt as if his ears drums would burst. He looked around at the other soldiers, collapsed on the floor, he guessed they were screaming but he could only here that noise. The boy had stopped screaming but the sound flowed into his ears as if his mouth was still open wide. The boy walked past us, his smile gone but a look of determination on his face. He took a few steps and he walked into something, a barrier but only Alex saw this, he saw how the sun reflected off its clear edges, and when the boy was flown back 20 metres into the air, he new why. And he smiled to himself. He waved his hand in the air, muttering something under his breath, the noise disappeared. Alex suddenly realised the boy standing over him his icy eyes staring down into his own.<br> “My names Sony,” he spoke gruffly although that could have been caused by the blood that was spilling out of his mouth, he had a very English accent, “What’s yours?”<br> “Alex.” He gasped as Sony’s knee slammed into his face, his nose cracked, blood poured down his chin, droplets of blood dripped by Sony’s black boots.<br> “That hurt,” He growled. Alex dived to the floor as Sony’s fist narrowly missed his head.<br> “It was meant to,” Sony smiled coldly. Alex shook his head wearily wondering how such a beautiful, innocent looking boy ended up so broken and twisted. He looked into those eyes again, such sadness filled them. Alex started to rise to his feet when a shot resounded in the air, one of the soldiers stood gun in hand, staring at Sony’s back in hatred, his face contorted in rage. Sony turned his back to Alex. He sighed, Peering over at his shoulder at were the bullet had pierced his skin.<br> “That is my favourite top, in fact it is my only top.” Suddenly the soldier was swept off his feet by seemingly invisibly forces, the others stared up at him in a mixture of awe and horror, Sony’s eyes were now like pools of darkness blacker than the night sky, as if all shadows in the world flooded into his eyes, The man was dead before he reached the floor and Sony’s eyes returned to the normal icy state. Alex stood now gathering energy from inside of him, he frowned in concentration. Sony ran, moving so fast any human eye could barely see him. He stopped when he reached the barrier, he clutched at his stomach, were the silver bullet burnt him from the inside, but he showed no signs of being in any pain. Sony closed his eyes as Alex watched, gathering ever more energy to thwart him. An idea struck Alex one that Sony would not be expecting, Alex pulled some gloves out from his pocket, he put them on then produced two silver bands from his coat, he walked over to Sony studying him carefully. Now He ran towards him. Sony spun round but just a second to late, Alex used his magic to clamp the silver around his wrist, Sony screamed when they touched his skin, collapsing to the floor, the silver was so heavy on him it literally dragged him down to the ground.<br> “Fuck!” he screamed. The blood spilled over the silver bands burning into his flesh; he suppressed a scream. Alex clamped a hand over Sony’s mouth and nose, the boy kicked out at him but he ignored the pain and pinched the boys nose together so Sony was forced to breath in the sickly poison on the wizards hand. The boy became limp in his arms, his sparkling eyes hidden behind his drooping eyelids. Alex breathed a sigh of incomprehensible relief. He had him. It wasn’t a dream. He’d really done it, he’d caught the un-catchable, unstoppable…Sony. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://anywherebuthere.blog.co.uk/2008/05/25/story-sony-child-of-ice-4220071/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:anywherebuthere.blog.co.uk,2008-05-17:/2008/05/17/a-bright-society-4186271/MurderXRehab2008-05-17T15:58:39+02:002008-05-17T15:58:39+02:00 <p><strong>A Bright Society</strong></p> <p>Close your eyes and watch your skull as it moves across blue skies.<br> A night in the stars and a life in the fire.<br> I wish to be frozen. Child of ice forever.<br> All the same forever, clones and copies.<br> Disease in the hearts of all the dead.<br> Cracked lips, chilled like love chemicals.<br> Locks of golden hair, its for a dreamer, the sky is black.<br> Pain is all but growls. Dogs barking like hell.<br> God in his chairs watching and waiting.<br> Little doors to giant rooms filled with sweet honey.<br> If only my head were made of steel<br> Aluminium claws bending back and forth like strawberry laces.<br> The zombie dolls are coming hide your brains everyone.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://anywherebuthere.blog.co.uk/2008/05/17/a-bright-society-4186271/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:anywherebuthere.blog.co.uk,2008-05-17:/2008/05/17/title-4186120/MurderXRehab2008-05-17T15:06:59+02:002008-05-17T15:10:03+02:00 <p><strong>The Sweet Lack Of Sunshine</strong></p> <p>Sick satisfaction.<br> Small minded, supreme.<br> Salty and sweet<br> Sick of seeing what I’ve seen </p> <p>I can’t hold on forever<br> We will be together<br> This isn’t gonna last forever<br> But this is NEVER</p> <p>Solemn surprise<br> Still, steady stigmata<br> Silhouettes of sunshine<br> He’s a saint or a Marta</p> <p>I can’t hold on forever<br> We will be together<br> This isn’t gonna last forever<br> But this is NEVER</p> <p>Sorry, sad, grown sick of your voice<br> Sunburnt and shrivelled, surround sound tv<br> Saxaphone, sunflowers seen in the sky<br> Simple songs sung while drinking the sea </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://anywherebuthere.blog.co.uk/2008/05/17/title-4186120/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:anywherebuthere.blog.co.uk,2008-05-09:/2008/05/09/no-more-smiles-4153302/MurderXRehab2008-05-09T19:09:16+02:002008-05-09T19:09:16+02:00 <p>No More Smiles</p> <p>Blink my eyes till sundown<br> Lulaby of lies<br> Breathing in your frown<br> With smiles and broken goodbyes</p> <p>I'm looking like a manaquin<br> Kissing at thin air<br> Your teaching me suicide<br> Not sure if I care</p> <p>Sisters till the end<br> Yet my tears are on your hands<br> And we're drowning<br> Hand in hand</p> <p>Pull this knife from my chest<br> Lick away the blood<br> Cause i'm falling<br> Crawling in the mud</p> <p>Can't you save the broken<br> I'm falling to peices here<br> Open dead eyes<br> And wipe away the fear</p> <p>Sing me a lulaby<br> Tell me of love<br> Please stop god from hating me<br> I know that i'm no dove</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://anywherebuthere.blog.co.uk/2008/05/09/no-more-smiles-4153302/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:anywherebuthere.blog.co.uk,2008-05-08:/2008/05/08/effigy-of-addiction-4148726/MurderXRehab2008-05-08T18:11:54+02:002008-05-08T18:11:54+02:00 <p>Effigy of Addiction</p> <p>I’m the cement in between these bricks<br> Twisted hands<br> That cover this sick<br> This is an effigy of hate</p> <p>I am dully vibrant, cracked down the side<br> Violent waters<br> Forming a white, frothy tide<br> These are my eyes</p> <p>I am not a sun, I am not a star<br> Burning bright<br> Like roundabout cars<br> This is a waste</p> <p>I’m a rocking horse, back and forth each day<br> Holes of people<br> Making a mockery of what I say<br> This is my insanity</p> <p>Memories etched on my skin, as grey as ash<br> Just as hidden<br> As that stash of hash<br> This is my Addiction<br> This is my escape </p> <p>I am a bird without a wing<br> As silent as I sing<br> Where have I gone?<br> This is my nothing </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://anywherebuthere.blog.co.uk/2008/05/08/effigy-of-addiction-4148726/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:anywherebuthere.blog.co.uk,2008-05-08:/2008/05/08/this-song-isn-t-about-you-4148718/MurderXRehab2008-05-08T18:10:36+02:002008-05-08T18:10:36+02:00 <p>Boredom, vacant sighs<br> Regret, dream catchers cries</p> <p>Borrow the news<br> Forever knocking on your door<br> Staring, bored, I can’t love you anymore </p> <p>This songs not about you<br> I won’t let this song be about you </p> <p>Boredom, cause I never left your side<br> Under the sea<br> Swimming like space debris </p> <p>Flying through plants<br> Underwater minatour<br> I never knocked upon your door </p> <p>This songs not about you<br> I won’t let this song be about you </p> <p>Skyscraper haloes<br> Tanks and machines<br> Been torn at the seems </p> <p>This song will never be about you<br> This song wasn’t meant to be about you</p> <p>Dusty flower<br> Behind a curtain of stars<br> As far away from me as mars </p> <p>This song isn’t about you<br> It wasn’t supposed to be about you<br> It isn’t about you<br> It isn’t about you<br> It isn’t about you<br> I love you</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://anywherebuthere.blog.co.uk/2008/05/08/this-song-isn-t-about-you-4148718/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>