whiskyinmind
22 May 2008 @ 11:35 am
days of fake smiles and lies
inside the child weeps
someone knows, someone cares
childish hopes turn to fear
older now, the truth comes out
no one knows
no one cares
eternities spin, collide. Never converge
chills the bones, freezes the blood
tonight, the promise of peace
ending the lie
dawn comes with fake lies and smiles
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Current Mood: contemplative
 
 
whiskyinmind
22 May 2008 @ 11:35 am
days of fake smiles and lies
inside the child weeps
someone knows, someone cares
childish hopes turn to fear
older now, the truth comes out
no one knows
no one cares
eternities spin, collide. Never converge
chills the bones, freezes the blood
tonight, the promise of peace
ending the lie
dawn comes with fake lies and smiles
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Current Mood: contemplative
 
 
 
 
whiskyinmind
26 January 2007 @ 09:38 pm
 
You know something? I'm tired.

I'm tired of being depressed, of being ill, of being tired.
I'm tired of waking up in the morning and
Wishing I could sleep some more,
Of wishing the day wouldn't come
Crashing down
With the weight of a thousand bricks.
Metaphorically speaking.

I'm tired of people leaving.
I'm tired of friends saying goodbye.
I'm tired of pretending
that it doesn't matter;
that it doesn't hurt;
that I don't care.

I'm tired of not knowing,
What the future holds.
I'm tired of seeing the damage,
That the past has done.

Is there a pill I can take?
Some medication, please?
Something to rid my bones.
Of this tiredness.

This weariness that seeps,
into every part of me.
Everything I touch seems jaded,
Memories faded.
My back is breaking under this weight.

It matters.
It hurts.
I care.
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Current Mood: melancholy
 
 
whiskyinmind
26 January 2007 @ 09:38 pm
 
You know something? I'm tired.

I'm tired of being depressed, of being ill, of being tired.
I'm tired of waking up in the morning and
Wishing I could sleep some more,
Of wishing the day wouldn't come
Crashing down
With the weight of a thousand bricks.
Metaphorically speaking.

I'm tired of people leaving.
I'm tired of friends saying goodbye.
I'm tired of pretending
that it doesn't matter;
that it doesn't hurt;
that I don't care.

I'm tired of not knowing,
What the future holds.
I'm tired of seeing the damage,
That the past has done.

Is there a pill I can take?
Some medication, please?
Something to rid my bones.
Of this tiredness.

This weariness that seeps,
into every part of me.
Everything I touch seems jaded,
Memories faded.
My back is breaking under this weight.

It matters.
It hurts.
I care.
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Current Mood: melancholy
 
 
whiskyinmind
04 May 2006 @ 07:30 pm
(posting from a new fangled wireless broadband doohikey in a guest house - can't stay long, it costs an arm and a leg!)

Roadtrip = amazing
Weather = crap 'till today
Today = thunder and lightening.
Me = giddy like a schoolgirl (I LOVE STORMS!!!! Always have, always will!)
Heading home tomorrow (in Brora right now - other side of the country and waaaaaaay up north - could take a while to get there!)

The girl who watched the storm )
 
 
Current Mood: bouncy
Current Music: thunder & lightening - yay!
 
 
whiskyinmind
04 May 2006 @ 07:30 pm
(posting from a new fangled wireless broadband doohikey in a guest house - can't stay long, it costs an arm and a leg!)

Roadtrip = amazing
Weather = crap 'till today
Today = thunder and lightening.
Me = giddy like a schoolgirl (I LOVE STORMS!!!! Always have, always will!)
Heading home tomorrow (in Brora right now - other side of the country and waaaaaaay up north - could take a while to get there!)

The girl who watched the storm )
 
 
Current Mood: bouncy
Current Music: thunder & lightening - yay!
 
 
whiskyinmind

I always said I was going to post a summary of the experiences at the Serenity Squared convention, and I never quite got around to completing it. Which meant I didn't share the first poem I've written in a very long time. When I was 11 I placed second in a local poetry contest and was told I had "incredible use of imagery" and that I was "surely a young poet to watch for in the future". This is actually the first poem I've written since that contest. On the Saturday night at the convention we stayed till quite late in the 'disco' and were having a really good time until the Starfury DJs decided to spend at least an hour pandering to the demands of people who are the type who have to organise everything. I grabbed the "Staff Only" sign at the centre of the table and pulled out a pen, everyone else at the table was wondering what the hell I was doing, but I was writing this (or at least scribbling the first draft of it!)

So, with a little bit of trepidation, I present this. (Oh, and this is how I talk, so I swear in it.)

Inspired by Heather et al who dominate every Starfury convention I've been to, and dedicated to Neil Roberts for daring to buck the trend.

Dance )

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Current Mood: nervous
 
 
whiskyinmind

I always said I was going to post a summary of the experiences at the Serenity Squared convention, and I never quite got around to completing it. Which meant I didn't share the first poem I've written in a very long time. When I was 11 I placed second in a local poetry contest and was told I had "incredible use of imagery" and that I was "surely a young poet to watch for in the future". This is actually the first poem I've written since that contest. On the Saturday night at the convention we stayed till quite late in the 'disco' and were having a really good time until the Starfury DJs decided to spend at least an hour pandering to the demands of people who are the type who have to organise everything. I grabbed the "Staff Only" sign at the centre of the table and pulled out a pen, everyone else at the table was wondering what the hell I was doing, but I was writing this (or at least scribbling the first draft of it!)

So, with a little bit of trepidation, I present this. (Oh, and this is how I talk, so I swear in it.)

Inspired by Heather et al who dominate every Starfury convention I've been to, and dedicated to Neil Roberts for daring to buck the trend.

Dance )

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Current Mood: nervous