Shiver On the Windowsill

21 07 2006

Shiver on the windowsill

 

Nightfall

My eyes

Have become accustomed

To the dark

 

The floor

A black hole

My feet no surface

A never ending space

 

The hallway

So coldly alone

An abandoned memory

Nothing and lifeless

 

The window

Open for a breeze

Curtains dancing

Ghosts of the midnight air

 

Arms reaching longingly

My pale white fingers

Running along

The windowsill

 

I imagine

I can feel the breeze

The curtains

Dancing on my skin

 

It’s time I stop

Going on like this

Pretending every night

And time again

 

As the window descends

The breeze stops coming through

I find a moments peace

And a lost soul moves on

 

 





My Fav Songs Of The Month

8 07 2006

Gary Jules- Mad World

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere.
The tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow

And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles its a very very
Mad World
Mad World

Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy birthday, happy birthday
And they feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me whats my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me

And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles its a very very
Mad World
Mad World
Enlarge your world
Mad World

Panic At The Disco- The Only Difference Between Martyrdom And Suicide Is Press Coverage

Sit tight, I’m gonna need you to keep time
Come on just snap, snap, snap your fingers for me
Good, good now we’re making some progress
Come on just tap, tap, tap your toes to the beat
And I believe this may call for a proper introduction, and well
Don’t you see, I’m the narrator, and this is just the prologue?

Swear to shake it up, if you swear to listen
Oh, we’re still so young, desperate for attention
I aim to be your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives

Swear to shake it up, and you swear to listen
Oh, we’re still so young, desperate for attention
I aim to be your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives

Applause, applause, no wait wait
Dear studio audience, I’ve an announcement to make:
It seems the artists these days are not who you think
So we’ll pick back up on that on another page

And I believe this may call for a proper introduction, and well
Don’t you see, I’m the narrator and this is just the prologue

Swear to shake it up, if you swear to listen
Oh, we’re still so young, desperate for attention
I aim to be your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives

Swear to shake it up, and you swear to listen
Oh, we’re still so young, desperate for attention
I aim to be your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives

Swear to shake it up, you swear to listen
Swear to shake it up, you swear to listen
Swear to shake it up, you swear to listen
Swear to shake it up, swear to shake it up

Swear to shake it up, if you swear to listen
Oh, we’re still so young, desperate for attention
I aim to be your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives

Swear to shake it up, if you swear to listen
Oh, we’re still so young, desperate for attention
I aim to be your eyes

Postal Service-Such Great Heights

I am thinking it’s a sign that the freckles
In our eyes are mirror images and when
We kiss they’re perfectly aligned
And I have to speculate that God himself
Did make us into corresponding shapes like
Puzzle pieces from the clay
And true, it may seem like a stretch, but
Its thoughts like this that catch my troubled
Head when you’re away when I am missing you to death
When you are out there on the road for
Several weeks of shows and when you scan
The radio, I hope this song will guide you home

They will see us waving from such great
Heights, ‘come down now,’ they’ll say
But everything looks perfect from far away,
‘come down now,’ but we’ll stay…

I tried my best to leave this all on your
Machine but the persistent beat it sounded
Thin upon listening
And that frankly will not fly. You will hear
The shrillest highs and lowest lows with
The windows down when this is guiding you home





“Cellar Door”

8 07 2006

The word “Cellar Door” in the English language is generally thought to be the most beautiful.

The phrase is also introduced in the 2001 film Donnie Darko, in which the character Karen Pomeroy (played by Drew Barrymore), a literature teacher, states: “A famous linguist once said that of all the phrases in the English language, of all the endless combinations of words, that cellar door was the most beautiful.”

I was most fixated by this particular statement that I had to look it up on the internet and post this.

donnie_darko_film_poster.jpg





My story plan for English

7 07 2006

Possible titles for my story:

Haze of Insanity

Dead and Dying In Heaven

After the Ripple Effect

Karma of the spinning wheel

 

 

The story of my choice is a horror. It contains the elements of fantasy, time and peoples beliefs of past and present lives, and how the past effects the present.

The ripple effect comes into this particular situation when one deadly mistake in a past life affects 4 teenage girls in the present.

By the time it’s too late one of the victims realises something is wrong and has to leave clues out for themselves in a next life before the tragic event happens again.