Another fantastically sunny day and im indoors, all i can hope for is that tomrrow and monday are just as gorgeous as im heading to town and to manchester to get some of that good old english air.
As of yesterday my house guest is Tragique - dont worry ill feed her and make sure that if she starts sleep walking during the night i get it on video. :-p. currently all three residents of the flat are sitting goggle eyes at laptops - its so strange, we are all in the same room and yet havnt acknowledged each other in ohhh, a while.
the most bizarre shaped fish thing has just come on the tv
I finally got f***ed off enough with my uni work that ive said 'right!, im finishing it off and handing it in monday and i dont want to see it again or hear from uni again til september and bar one thing ive got to draw out tomrrow (need materials from town) i have done just that - screw essays my brain hurts - also ive just realised i have not posted a poem in a while so below is the latest one - any comments welcome as always.
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Colour clich
I have not the strength to be red
I have not the feeling to be green
I dont want to be black
I dont want to be blue
I am not bright enough to be yellow
Or pure enough to be white
The earth is no longer pure enough to be white
Anger has made you red like fire
The sun lights up the earth with yellow spray
Money is green, colour of rich snobs
Like the ocean at night instead of blue
When all the lights go out it is black
The black of night can scare you
The white can be clean but empty
Like the ocean can be vicious bright blue
The red of passion can make you burn inside
When green is stolen it makes them sad
The sun can blind you
The sun will always rise and shine again
Blackness can fade with morning
Nature can be green when fed right
There is always a pure heart somewhere
Red can be nurtured and softened
The blue can be crystal in daylight
No need to be lost at sea
The sun shines and promotes happiness
Red is the colour of fire but also of love
No need to be submerged in blackness
As my white dress is laid out over the snow
No need to be green with envy
Flowers flourish around me
I have found the blue eyes I can melt in
Pure as his heart is
Yellow daffodils show the first signs of spring, a new start
The blackness no longer consumes me
Crayon hearts on the cherry trees
Red and green should always be seen
That beautiful rainbow blinds me
The sun so bright it glows white
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TADA - not my best work but never the less its there
my stomach has just growled so loud im sure the neighbours heard it
Anyways more in a bit i have to decide what type of treehouse i want to have in the new SGUKLand :-) - i defo want a roof terrace and posssibly a brick barbaque
xxx
As of yesterday my house guest is Tragique - dont worry ill feed her and make sure that if she starts sleep walking during the night i get it on video. :-p. currently all three residents of the flat are sitting goggle eyes at laptops - its so strange, we are all in the same room and yet havnt acknowledged each other in ohhh, a while.
the most bizarre shaped fish thing has just come on the tv
I finally got f***ed off enough with my uni work that ive said 'right!, im finishing it off and handing it in monday and i dont want to see it again or hear from uni again til september and bar one thing ive got to draw out tomrrow (need materials from town) i have done just that - screw essays my brain hurts - also ive just realised i have not posted a poem in a while so below is the latest one - any comments welcome as always.
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Colour clich
I have not the strength to be red
I have not the feeling to be green
I dont want to be black
I dont want to be blue
I am not bright enough to be yellow
Or pure enough to be white
The earth is no longer pure enough to be white
Anger has made you red like fire
The sun lights up the earth with yellow spray
Money is green, colour of rich snobs
Like the ocean at night instead of blue
When all the lights go out it is black
The black of night can scare you
The white can be clean but empty
Like the ocean can be vicious bright blue
The red of passion can make you burn inside
When green is stolen it makes them sad
The sun can blind you
The sun will always rise and shine again
Blackness can fade with morning
Nature can be green when fed right
There is always a pure heart somewhere
Red can be nurtured and softened
The blue can be crystal in daylight
No need to be lost at sea
The sun shines and promotes happiness
Red is the colour of fire but also of love
No need to be submerged in blackness
As my white dress is laid out over the snow
No need to be green with envy
Flowers flourish around me
I have found the blue eyes I can melt in
Pure as his heart is
Yellow daffodils show the first signs of spring, a new start
The blackness no longer consumes me
Crayon hearts on the cherry trees
Red and green should always be seen
That beautiful rainbow blinds me
The sun so bright it glows white
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TADA - not my best work but never the less its there
my stomach has just growled so loud im sure the neighbours heard it
Anyways more in a bit i have to decide what type of treehouse i want to have in the new SGUKLand :-) - i defo want a roof terrace and posssibly a brick barbaque
xxx