For Simie because he has gorgeously gappy teeth

....and legs I would literally kill for! They wouldn't be out of place on a Westwood catwalk, for sure!

And so what if you're a little bit crazy and hyperactive and hysterical a lot of the time? None could blame you. We've both lived a lot, in a very short period of time. I think you're an old soul, like me, but difficult too. (Sometimes I think I've passed on both the best and the worst aspects of me, little brothaa) This is how I view you: Uncertain, scarred, and therefor sensitive and sharp. At times a free spirit, at others, locked up by Fear. I get that. And I really hope you're loved in life. That above all else I wish.

" In short: Too many tears for a young heart to understand "

Children can be so clever, and this often masks the fact that they are mostly very vulnerable. I think it's important to respect children like adults, at the same time allowing them their moment, where the world is a shell of sugar casing, and nothing more.

(All the money in the world won't be able to buy that moment back, when you're forty-two and sitting in a Porshe with a small, aching heart)

Carved into oak, in the heart of my woods. A connection like that is not forgotten readily. Especially by me.

English Language Coursework.

Sometimes you just need to cry. Other times, you really need to do coursework. Well tonight I said to myself: Why not do both, at the same time, you little fool!? I always write better when I'm crying. :S Please God let this coursework be good! I haven't really tried. I just assume that I can succeed off talent alone now, and that isn't right. I'm not happy about that. I used to try so much harder than I do and I sometimes wish I hadn't done so well in my exams, otherwise, I wouldn't be so confident and thus be slaving away right now for A2s! I don't want to fail, not at anything. I only want the best. Typical Aries really. :L Today was a good day! BRA lost, but such an incredible atmosphere at Ravenhill. I'll miss my school. At the same time, I cannot wait to get the hell away from the things and the people and the person I have been here. Not that I have been a bad person, just not my full self yet. I'm constantly on the self discovery channel, it's mad. Life in itself is confused, a blurred canvas of mixy paint-pot colour. I just seem to move from one stage to the next, drifting on the tide. Even though I don't want to be a drifter, it seems the only way. Oh well. Here's to the world and its Robots. (Let's hope my mechanics improve in the future ) =] xxx Lannie

Thoughtless prick.

This is what should have happened:

thinking on a train

authors are those who will never give up trying to define the undefinable, who refuse to accept that words cannot describe what is indescribable. this is why i have such great respect for people who write. who express and structure what they think. everyone imagines. not everyone puts pen to paper. reading the thoughts of others shape our own, giving us our own unique voice. this is why writers are also first readers. to read is to see but to write is to be.

Twists and Turns

I am flawed.
Is this something I should accept?
Or something I must try to correct?

frozen thoughts, paper + pen

so with your stone-cold lips
knock me back
hard + quick,
long + slack
as i dropamidst
this frost-bitten and abandoned track

so tonight
i stumble
through darkening wilderness
closening jungle
flicking through files
of lies, pain + laughter
one more thought+ my mind
will be in plaster

and tonight
i'm nothing more
than an absinthe shot
as scarlett secrecy trickles from my shut eyes
i realise that all our love has gone
to pot
now seven winters: one little dot

we were sisters once
ours was a friendship with a bloodly air


it's just that these fresh eyes well they don't particularly seem to care.