In the shadow of starlight I stand and I wonder.
I wonder if things will stay or will shatter asunder.
I wonder if we can hold this together when before all else failed.
I wonder if we'll end in something worse than my past always entailed.
I wonder if we'll carry on and develop something deeper.
I wonder if we'll make it through everything and on to something better.
I wonder if we'll have more spits, more differing of opinions.
I wonder if we'll make the perfect match or suffer more afflictions.
In the shadow of starlight I wander the beach.
I pace out the sandy stretch and pray he's not out of reach.
I stop and I stand, burying m
The Inquisitive Mind of a Chil by Shexsy, literature
Literature
The Inquisitive Mind of a Chil
Why are they selling poppies, Mummy?
Selling poppies in town today.
The poppies, child, are flowers of love.
For the men who marched away.
But why have they chosen a poppy, Mummy?
Why not a beautiful rose?
Because my child, men fought and died
In the fields where the poppies grow.
But why are the poppies so red, Mummy?
Why are the poppies so red?
Red is the colour of blood, my child.
The blood that our soldiers shed.
The heart of the poppy is black, Mummy.
Why does it have to be black?
Black, my child, is the symbol of grief.
For the men who never came back.
But why, Mummy are you crying so?
Your tears are giving you pain.
M
Two years ago, on a morning bright,
Two years ago, in the sunshine light,
Two years ago, when I first did sight,
Two years ago, when it felt so right.
Two years ago, a young man I saw,
Two years ago, he my heart fell for,
Two years ago, a shock to my core,
Two years ago, was when my heart tore.
Two years ago, I did place my bet,
Two years ago, I felt no regret,
Two years ago, my heart was set,
Two years ago, 'twas no cause for fret.
Two years ago, no words were said,
Two years ago, no tears were shed,
Two years ago, no feelings led,
Two years ago, 'fore my blood ran red.
Two years ago, before he ever knew,
Two years ago, befo
Sky blue eyes that seek him out
Husky voice that will never shout
Walk so fluid; gait so smooth
Her eyes will follow his every move.
He looks around and smiles soft
Sweet smile that she sees so oft'.
Oh how she wishes they were for her
Instead of aimed at unknown sir.
Sky blue eyes that walk on by
His soft, sweet laughter makes her fly
She hears his voice and falls apart
His laughter more than melts her heart.
But that unknown sir is the one in mind
Behind his joy is his other kind.
Oh how she wishes he laughed with her
And not because of unknown sir.
Sky blue eyes that shine so bright
When she looks just so and glances right
Our Country
The raging river rushes by
With scorching plains on either side,
The sun burns down on jagged mountains,
While snow will freeze the far-off fountains.
Thunder claps and lightening flashes,
Rain pours down while storm-clouds thrashes.
Rivers burst while dry plains laze,
Forests fall while meadows blaze.
Clearings stand where trees have fallen,
Circles blacken where green was rolling.
Age-old rocks crack under strain
Of Human-kind with wrecking pain.
Those rocks, they stood for a million years,
Yet now they tumble, full of fear.
We came, we conquered, we over-ran
The marvels and beauty of a wondrous land.
A Photo
A photo is a memory
Of joy and laughing smiles
A photo is a sad reminder
Of travelling the miles,
A photo is a memory
Of joyful scenes and tears
A photo is a memory
Of many, many fears.
A photo is a memory
Of what we once did have
Of times of laughter, times of tears
And many social sneers.
The good things and the bad,
The joyful and the sad,
But all events, large and small
Can make us feel so tall.
A photo is a memory
Of something true to heart
And though events will disappear
A photograph will last.
Wild Animals
They snarled and snapped
Circling warily, then baring teeth suddenly,
They leapt to the centre,
Crashing and tumbling
Their minds erased
They fought over nothing,
But the desire to hurt, to maim, to kill remained.
To rip and tear
To shred and claw
To destroy the other was all they thought.
A circle of watchers, like animals they waited
Blood-lusting, hungry, for hurt and for shame.
They growled and roared, chattered and screamed,
Cheering and booing, angry and jubilant.
Then one threw the other, claws raking,
Talons seeking
The killing grip could not be far.
The a being, bigger than both,
Wrenched them apart an
Who Am I?
Who am I?
I walk alone, along the shore
Of mist and memory, behind the door.
I sit away, against the wall,
Quiet and sombre, ignoring the call.
I lay down low, curled up tight
Under the moon, crying hard 'til first light.
I stand alone, behind the eyes
Of friends and others, who live in lies.
I think so privately, no-one sees
The tears in my eyes, that leak down secretly.
I watch from afar. staying out of the way
Of those who would harm me, my heart as it lay.
Who am I? Who am I?
The victim of a lie
From each of my friends, I break down and cry.
Who am I you ask? Who am I, indeed.
I am me, and no other,
I am me, w
Friendships
Friends are the upper class,
Their relationships like glass,
But friends can mend,
Stray loyalties unbend,
Through the fights and the screams,
The tears and broken dreams,
Hope is reborn, Hate is forlorn,
Love prospers, life is gold,
Because true friendships can never be sold.
We fight, yes. We glare, yes.
We suffer, yes. We cry, yes.
But the more we lose, the more we gain,
For when the fights are been and done,
Best friends we be, and we have won.
In The End
The day was calm, the sky was clear
Beneath the blue, the height of fear
Was peaked, it burnt, my skin it seared,
My friend, she cheered, my saviour, so near.
But then, to the person that she turned,
'Twas not me who she thought earned
Her respect and her love, her company and her loyalty.
She turned, in short, to my one sworn enemy
And there they stood, arm in arm, shoulder to shoulder.
My heart thumped harder, my chest felt so colder.
She sneered, and leered
And suddenly I feared.
My one true friend, became my one true enemy.
I nodded, defeated, and turned, head held high,
I stalked off and my own,
For I'd rather
In the shadow of starlight I stand and I wonder.
I wonder if things will stay or will shatter asunder.
I wonder if we can hold this together when before all else failed.
I wonder if we'll end in something worse than my past always entailed.
I wonder if we'll carry on and develop something deeper.
I wonder if we'll make it through everything and on to something better.
I wonder if we'll have more spits, more differing of opinions.
I wonder if we'll make the perfect match or suffer more afflictions.
In the shadow of starlight I wander the beach.
I pace out the sandy stretch and pray he's not out of reach.
I stop and I stand, burying m
The Inquisitive Mind of a Chil by Shexsy, literature
Literature
The Inquisitive Mind of a Chil
Why are they selling poppies, Mummy?
Selling poppies in town today.
The poppies, child, are flowers of love.
For the men who marched away.
But why have they chosen a poppy, Mummy?
Why not a beautiful rose?
Because my child, men fought and died
In the fields where the poppies grow.
But why are the poppies so red, Mummy?
Why are the poppies so red?
Red is the colour of blood, my child.
The blood that our soldiers shed.
The heart of the poppy is black, Mummy.
Why does it have to be black?
Black, my child, is the symbol of grief.
For the men who never came back.
But why, Mummy are you crying so?
Your tears are giving you pain.
M
Two years ago, on a morning bright,
Two years ago, in the sunshine light,
Two years ago, when I first did sight,
Two years ago, when it felt so right.
Two years ago, a young man I saw,
Two years ago, he my heart fell for,
Two years ago, a shock to my core,
Two years ago, was when my heart tore.
Two years ago, I did place my bet,
Two years ago, I felt no regret,
Two years ago, my heart was set,
Two years ago, 'twas no cause for fret.
Two years ago, no words were said,
Two years ago, no tears were shed,
Two years ago, no feelings led,
Two years ago, 'fore my blood ran red.
Two years ago, before he ever knew,
Two years ago, befo
Sky blue eyes that seek him out
Husky voice that will never shout
Walk so fluid; gait so smooth
Her eyes will follow his every move.
He looks around and smiles soft
Sweet smile that she sees so oft'.
Oh how she wishes they were for her
Instead of aimed at unknown sir.
Sky blue eyes that walk on by
His soft, sweet laughter makes her fly
She hears his voice and falls apart
His laughter more than melts her heart.
But that unknown sir is the one in mind
Behind his joy is his other kind.
Oh how she wishes he laughed with her
And not because of unknown sir.
Sky blue eyes that shine so bright
When she looks just so and glances right
Our Country
The raging river rushes by
With scorching plains on either side,
The sun burns down on jagged mountains,
While snow will freeze the far-off fountains.
Thunder claps and lightening flashes,
Rain pours down while storm-clouds thrashes.
Rivers burst while dry plains laze,
Forests fall while meadows blaze.
Clearings stand where trees have fallen,
Circles blacken where green was rolling.
Age-old rocks crack under strain
Of Human-kind with wrecking pain.
Those rocks, they stood for a million years,
Yet now they tumble, full of fear.
We came, we conquered, we over-ran
The marvels and beauty of a wondrous land.
A Photo
A photo is a memory
Of joy and laughing smiles
A photo is a sad reminder
Of travelling the miles,
A photo is a memory
Of joyful scenes and tears
A photo is a memory
Of many, many fears.
A photo is a memory
Of what we once did have
Of times of laughter, times of tears
And many social sneers.
The good things and the bad,
The joyful and the sad,
But all events, large and small
Can make us feel so tall.
A photo is a memory
Of something true to heart
And though events will disappear
A photograph will last.
Wild Animals
They snarled and snapped
Circling warily, then baring teeth suddenly,
They leapt to the centre,
Crashing and tumbling
Their minds erased
They fought over nothing,
But the desire to hurt, to maim, to kill remained.
To rip and tear
To shred and claw
To destroy the other was all they thought.
A circle of watchers, like animals they waited
Blood-lusting, hungry, for hurt and for shame.
They growled and roared, chattered and screamed,
Cheering and booing, angry and jubilant.
Then one threw the other, claws raking,
Talons seeking
The killing grip could not be far.
The a being, bigger than both,
Wrenched them apart an
Who Am I?
Who am I?
I walk alone, along the shore
Of mist and memory, behind the door.
I sit away, against the wall,
Quiet and sombre, ignoring the call.
I lay down low, curled up tight
Under the moon, crying hard 'til first light.
I stand alone, behind the eyes
Of friends and others, who live in lies.
I think so privately, no-one sees
The tears in my eyes, that leak down secretly.
I watch from afar. staying out of the way
Of those who would harm me, my heart as it lay.
Who am I? Who am I?
The victim of a lie
From each of my friends, I break down and cry.
Who am I you ask? Who am I, indeed.
I am me, and no other,
I am me, w
Friendships
Friends are the upper class,
Their relationships like glass,
But friends can mend,
Stray loyalties unbend,
Through the fights and the screams,
The tears and broken dreams,
Hope is reborn, Hate is forlorn,
Love prospers, life is gold,
Because true friendships can never be sold.
We fight, yes. We glare, yes.
We suffer, yes. We cry, yes.
But the more we lose, the more we gain,
For when the fights are been and done,
Best friends we be, and we have won.
In The End
The day was calm, the sky was clear
Beneath the blue, the height of fear
Was peaked, it burnt, my skin it seared,
My friend, she cheered, my saviour, so near.
But then, to the person that she turned,
'Twas not me who she thought earned
Her respect and her love, her company and her loyalty.
She turned, in short, to my one sworn enemy
And there they stood, arm in arm, shoulder to shoulder.
My heart thumped harder, my chest felt so colder.
She sneered, and leered
And suddenly I feared.
My one true friend, became my one true enemy.
I nodded, defeated, and turned, head held high,
I stalked off and my own,
For I'd rather
:) I'm 18, living and loving Cairns. :D Not overly awesome at drawing, but I love writing stories and philosophy, but mostly poetry.
I'm at JCU at the moment, studying to be a teacher. :) History as my major and English.
and I'm kinda crazy! :P
Current Residence: Ma house...WHERE DA F*** ELSE WOULD I LIVE??? deviantWEAR sizing preference: Small Favourite genre of music: Rock/Love/Dance Favourite style of art: Rox4eva! Operating System: Windows 7 MP3 player of choice: iPod Nano Skin of choice: Mine :3 Favourite cartoon character: Does Scrat from Ice Age count? Personal Quote: Yesterday is History Tomorrow is a Mystery Today is a Gift Thats way its called the Present
Favourite Visual Artist
Jo Hardie
Favourite Movies
Van Helsing/My Bloody Valentine
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Nickleback
Favourite Writers
I AM DA WORLDS GREATEST POET!!! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
Favourite Games
Spore!!!
Tools of the Trade
A broad vocabulary and an active imagination
Other Interests
Writing Poetry and Short Stories, Teaching and Uni
This made me giggle so hard when I saw it (which is pretty damn hard to do in my current situation) so I thought I'd steal it :)
"In My Pants Meme"
RULES: Put your iPod/MP3 Player (Or whatever it is you use) on shuffle, and the first 30 songs you get, type in the the name of that songs and then, "in My Pants.
ready?
1- "Meet me halfway" in my pants (coz I'm not doing all the work!)
2- "Wow" in my pants (I'm just that good)
3- "The reason" in my pants (who needs a reason?!)
4- "In the summertime" in my pants (best time)
5- "Monsoon" in my pants (hmm, wet much?!)
6- "Rain" in my pants (what is it with all these songs about wetness!!)
I'm thinking of a new character in the story I can't upload coz my computer is being shit and I couldn't be bothered typing it as a journal lol But I need a drawer...Kitty? I really want this chick done soonish, coz visuals help me write in their character profile, which I'm working on now...She's such a badass lol she's gonna be so sexy. Anyone up for the task? I'm hoping to have a sketch of her in 2 weeks coz a friend is coming up, and she does informal reviews, so.... :D
Pfft shortest journal entry in living memory lol oh well :P
Because I start uni tomorrow! Oh yea! And my head is already full of images of me lazing about reading my textbooks in....MY HAMMOCK!
Fuck yes, I have a hammock! And it is awesome!
There's only one problem....it makes me very sleepy... :P
Oh, and I'm going to start writing again! I never really stopped, I just stopped posting them coz my holiday work is shit, but now I'll be back at uni and shall have my awesome inspiration again! :D
Soooo....I think that's about all my news for the moment...except I HAVE A JOB! Yea, almost forgot lol. I have a job and shall start being paid for my job hopefully this week, which shall result in me being a