Si Belles

My new favourite song: Le Carnaval by Da Silva
It's a french artist and the song is just so happy..... some of the lyrics are....

Et si la vie est terrible
Les journées peuvent être, les journées peuvent être
Si belles

They translate literally as....

And if life is terrible
The days may be, the days can be
So beautiful

They make me feel happy =)

Michael and Lincoln

I was rooting through my old drawings I did a couple of years back and found these two of Wentworth Miller and Dominic Purcell from the series Prison Break.

I used to draw a lot in my spare time - now I have no spare time...

Let me know what you think....

Pretty Shitty

This poem isn't very good but I wrote it a few years ago so that's my excuse. It's called 'When You Go'...

When you go
I feel lost and alone
I sit their aimless
I weep on my own

The tissues empty
I lay in dismay
Praying you’ll love me
More truly someday

No appetite left
The point is a blur
A pessimist I
Your true love is just her

A happier person
You smile in the blue
You laugh when it rains
An optimist view

You know me the most
But understand not
How I live my life
With no gold in my pot

The fortune is there
But I am quite blind
For I see it not
No love can I find

But hath much to give
And store it I will
In one small red pot
On my window sill

It waits for you there
To see this faint light
It will be unleashed
When the timing is right

I don't know anything about his picture but it caught my eye and I like it. =)

POETRY

I was recently gandering through my old documents on my laptop when I came across a folder of poems that I wrote a couple of years back... they once meant something to me but that's in the past - feel free to get your own meaning out of them, and ask questions if you like........

> Here's one of them.

I Find It Hard To Love You

I find it hard to love you
But I want it more than life gives me
I’m sitting here before your eyes
But I’m nowhere to be seen

You open up and seek a friend
I sprint unto your call
You shouldn't know I love you now
Like nothing else before

It’s like a game of tug-of-war
With hers a stronger rope
Perplexity wrapping round my neck
Despondency my home

Flesh white lines, were once dark red
A passionate disease
A melanoma once removed
Will never be deceased

A hunger boils inside my heart
A fear of portly legs
Or maybe just a lame excuse
To gain well-earned respect.

Bloggage Blockage

What is my blog about?

I guess my blog is about determination or something of that nature.

I actually went as far as googling what to put in a blog because I managed to spend a good hour and a half setting up a blog for myself without actually considering its content. Nevertheless, I'm sure I'll find something to write about...

Here's a photo to sum up how I'm feeling.

Absolutely knackered.