Wednesday.
Morning to be exact, blurry eyes and mouth dry.
It's weird to hear from You.
But I'm excited nonetheless, this weekend shall be interesting.
Honestly.
Thursday, 28 October 2010
TwoHundred And TwentyTwo
Tuesday.
Drinks with the oldest of the old.
He and I were disappointed with Broken Hearts, they were more painful than We had expected. So we lingered in Limbo together, walking through it all, until love rescued us once again.
It's happened a few times, or at least We've though that Love had graced Us with it's presence.
It's fair to say We have always been Mistaken.
It's always going to be You and I, isn't it?
White Russians and Cascades, Tennessee Iced Tea's and Three berry Mojitos.
In the Hummingbird's Hut, under dimmed lights, lips part and heat rushes.
Why does it always feel so Normal?
Back in the taxi, fingers laced and eyes glazing over. Tired Eyes never saw something so wonderful.
Stubble and beard and blue eyes. White teeth and small mouth.
Lying down, and feeling like the Limbo might be over.
Wake-Up, We've reached the other side.
Drinks with the oldest of the old.
He and I were disappointed with Broken Hearts, they were more painful than We had expected. So we lingered in Limbo together, walking through it all, until love rescued us once again.
It's happened a few times, or at least We've though that Love had graced Us with it's presence.
It's fair to say We have always been Mistaken.
It's always going to be You and I, isn't it?
White Russians and Cascades, Tennessee Iced Tea's and Three berry Mojitos.
In the Hummingbird's Hut, under dimmed lights, lips part and heat rushes.
Why does it always feel so Normal?
Back in the taxi, fingers laced and eyes glazing over. Tired Eyes never saw something so wonderful.
Stubble and beard and blue eyes. White teeth and small mouth.
Lying down, and feeling like the Limbo might be over.
Wake-Up, We've reached the other side.
TwoHundred And TwentyOne
Sunday.
Rehearsing; sword fights, cups of tea, and Men in tights.
This is not a complaint, the 4 hours I spend wasting time, are 4 hours well and truly deserved. I love every single second of it, messing around with others who are so dramatically gifted. It's a blessing to be a Girl playing a Boy who is so heroic and brave and who, eventually falls in love with a Girl.
Texts; Oh sweet lord.
It's exhausting keeping up with M,honestly.
For weeks and days there will be no word. Not even a small Hello on Facebook's screen. I become completely accepting and have adjusted to the reality, that the nice giggling M and I have nothing tying us together. And then what Happens?
Texts.
Out of the blue, out of absolutely nowhere.
Needing to see me? Wanting to meet?
Why? Can't you tell Me?
No? You just want to Chill?
Well.... OKay then.
Bus journey's; Shaking hands.
He's standing in blue when I get off the bus and a wide smile spreads across His Young face. Like no time has passed, like nothing has changed. Like it was only Yesterday.
Kissing; Sometimes I love kissing. But not now, not right now.
Pressure, intense and disappointing when it doesn't happen for you.
Oh Darling, Did You forget who I was for a While?
Rehearsing; sword fights, cups of tea, and Men in tights.
This is not a complaint, the 4 hours I spend wasting time, are 4 hours well and truly deserved. I love every single second of it, messing around with others who are so dramatically gifted. It's a blessing to be a Girl playing a Boy who is so heroic and brave and who, eventually falls in love with a Girl.
Texts; Oh sweet lord.
It's exhausting keeping up with M,honestly.
For weeks and days there will be no word. Not even a small Hello on Facebook's screen. I become completely accepting and have adjusted to the reality, that the nice giggling M and I have nothing tying us together. And then what Happens?
Texts.
Out of the blue, out of absolutely nowhere.
Needing to see me? Wanting to meet?
Why? Can't you tell Me?
No? You just want to Chill?
Well.... OKay then.
Bus journey's; Shaking hands.
He's standing in blue when I get off the bus and a wide smile spreads across His Young face. Like no time has passed, like nothing has changed. Like it was only Yesterday.
Kissing; Sometimes I love kissing. But not now, not right now.
Pressure, intense and disappointing when it doesn't happen for you.
Oh Darling, Did You forget who I was for a While?
TwoHundred And Twenty
Boredom is eating away at my brain.
A 9 till 4 shift all on my own is just too ridiculous.
It makes My Soul ache.
Although, I've got some interesting news. Updates If You will.
A 9 till 4 shift all on my own is just too ridiculous.
It makes My Soul ache.
Although, I've got some interesting news. Updates If You will.
Monday, 25 October 2010
Two Hundred And Nineteen
The World At Large.
Why should I remain?
Sometimes I don't understand anything. Even what people are saying to Me, it just washes over.
No real grasp of whats going on.
No understanding of the meaning.
I want to ask many questions, simple and difficult and I would like to hear only the answers that I want and need.
If someone could write down the directions for everywhere I will ever go.
And when someone says "I want to be completely honest,"
I just want to say, that You can't ever be.
My head feels heavy tonight.
My thoughts are so loud I can't hear my mouth.
Why should I remain?
Sometimes I don't understand anything. Even what people are saying to Me, it just washes over.
No real grasp of whats going on.
No understanding of the meaning.
I want to ask many questions, simple and difficult and I would like to hear only the answers that I want and need.
If someone could write down the directions for everywhere I will ever go.
And when someone says "I want to be completely honest,"
I just want to say, that You can't ever be.
My head feels heavy tonight.
My thoughts are so loud I can't hear my mouth.
TwoHundred And Eighteen
Radiohead, oh God.
The absolute desperation, in every word and every phrase.
A couple of things, My weekend sucked and I went shopping.
Clothes. Ah, clothes will Always make me happy.
I can't wait to wear them. To mix and match them, to buy them.
Crushed velvet and delicate chiffon.
My best friends.
Thursday, 21 October 2010
TwoHundred And Seventeen
Camera Obscura.
I've became too afraid of doing this in public.
We need to get over Ourselves.
And stop being so Art-faggy.
Or stop labelling it as being Art-faggy.
It isn't.
And so what If I want to wear a barbour and a top-knot.
Screw You.
Two Hundred And Sixteen
I feel like I haven't blogged properly in ages.
I've got some sweet news though.
You are now reading the very words of a Miss Selfridge/Topshop Employee.
It's all very exciting.
I have been somewhat *ill* however, lots of vomitting. Including vomiting during My interview.
Yep. That's right. Luckily, I did make it to the toilet.
And luckily I'm all better.
But still, time for some poetic blogging?
I bet You're sick of this Chat.
Mhm. Me Too.
Sunday, 17 October 2010
TwoHundred And Fifteen
I'm quite excited about this week.
Even although there is nothing happening.
However I am;
Applying to colleges, going to an interview, working lots and maybe getting my hair done.
Note to self; Buy Lipcoat.
Even although there is nothing happening.
However I am;
Applying to colleges, going to an interview, working lots and maybe getting my hair done.
Note to self; Buy Lipcoat.
Monday, 11 October 2010
TwoHundred And Fourteen
The First Of The Gang To Die.
In thought, I die young. It's always been niggling away.
But how old? How old is old?
How selfish would it really be? If it made it all better.
In thought, I die young. It's always been niggling away.
But how old? How old is old?
How selfish would it really be? If it made it all better.
TwoHundred And Thirteen
Everyone At the Barra's shouts and shouts and shouts and swears and spits and speaks in tongues. I loved it.
So much beauty in the Glasgow Scum.
Something has happened and I've decided that I need to just. Cheer Up.
C'mon Hen, s'no so Bad.
TwoHundred And Twelve
The Glasgow Necropolis 9th October 2010
The Body Is The Fleshy Tomb That Keeps Thy Soul On Earth
Thursday, 7 October 2010
Tuesday, 5 October 2010
TwoHundred And Ten
I remember feeling this way before, in some sort of fake life.
That I've forgotten.
Thats not a part of me anymore.
The strange excitement of being so desperate to be able to see the deep dark parts of someone.
To touch and see and taste.
Oh God.
That I've forgotten.
Thats not a part of me anymore.
The strange excitement of being so desperate to be able to see the deep dark parts of someone.
To touch and see and taste.
Oh God.
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