The Deadly Curse

Eyes burn alight, ugly emotions hold a flicker

Of a fiery furnace. A sight one would not look into if they

Wish to escape from streaks of venom, hidden glamour –

Her cruel bewitching spell. A cold hearted stare to kill the prey,

Human to predator, the crouch became her.

Your home now
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I Like...

I like.... 
The way your smile lights up my heart,
The way your presence makes me happy,
The way you make feel.

I like....
It when your voice lights up my day,
When you make me blush,
When you make me feel.

I like....
You for who you are,
You for making me laugh,
You for making me feel. 


I like....
 You. 

I would fly you to the moon and back if you'll be . . . if you'll be my baby.

Now the above quote has nothing to do with this post, I just happen to be listening to the song :) Though it does  kinda fit with my mood of today. Which is great. 

Making plans with someone got me thinking of a place I haven't been for awhile. A beautiful park, where I used to run.  Its wonderful scenery had me inspired for many poems, and also pictures. I'm hoping to go back, even though its a train journey away, just to take some more photographs. Maybe feel inspired once more. 

 I've got a ticket for a world where we, we belong
So would you be my baby?
Savage Garden - To the Moon and Back 

Stolen

A song that I first head back in 2008, became my song of that summer. Three years later, the same song has now been uploaded onto my iPod,
With its beautiful lyrics, it always manages to make me smile.  

We watch the season pull up its own stakes
And catch the last weekend of the last week
Before the gold and the glimmer have been replaced,
Another sun soaked season fades away

You have stolen my heart
Dashboard Confessional - Stolen 

A Little Revenge

If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?
William Shakespeare

Today I had the unfortunate experience of being picked up and shoved into a supermarket freezer by my dad. To be fair, I deserved some sort of revenge, just not to that extent. See when me and my dad go anywhere, we act like two little kids. I just happened to lose. 
Now this freezer business was due to the fact I annoyed my dad a little too much. Why he chose the freezers with many people in the aisle, I do not know. I truly had made one little kid's day. 

As for my revenge. I have a plan. I simply shall not revenge. I shall move on and forget. Did I say not revenge? Well I meant just yet.  
After all, there is method in the madness.

Tattoos

For me a tattoo gives others an insight to what that that person is like without them having to say anything. 
For example I have three meaningless flower tattoos:

Which I think say that I have a love for flowers, pretty obvious. But why flowers? They hold so many meanings. Forget-Me-Nots (the anklet) suggest everything about you is unforgettable-the compassion that shines in your eyes, the intensity you bring to everything you do-and your energy is contagious. You are leaving a very special mark on your world. The blue Lotus flower (the stomach) means wisdom, knowledge and victory over the senses.Lotus tattoos are meant to represent life, new beginnings and the possibility of people growing to change into something beautiful. 
I also however have this tattoo:

The wolf. Many say it's a type of dog as wolves are vicious creatures and mine is pictured very calm. The reason. No idea except the fact that you cant judge something on how they look.  Oh and recently I got asked: "Can I take you for a walk?" Definitely original!

 Now for the ones that do mean something:

The first "Veritas vos Liberabit". Translation - "the truth shall set you free". Truth is a word that my dad tries to ingrain in my head all the time, that the truth is always best. 
The second is in reference to the story of Thumbelina. In the first English translation of 1847 by Mary Howitt, the tale opens with a beggar woman giving a peasant's wife a barleycorn in exchange for food. Once planted, a tiny girl, Thumbelina (Tommelise), emerges from its flower. One night, Thumbelina, asleep in her walnut-shell cradle, is carried off by a toad who wants the miniature maiden as a bride for her son. With the help of friendly fish and a butterfly, Thumbelina escapes the toad and her son, and drifts on a lily pad until captured by a stag-beetle. The insect discards her when his friends reject her company. Thumbelina tries to protect herself from the elements, but when winter comes, she is in desperate straits. She is finally given shelter by an old fieldmouse and tends her dwelling in gratitude. The mouse suggests Thumbelina marry her neighbor, a mole, but Thumbelina finds repulsive the prospect of being married to such a creature. She escapes the situation by fleeing to a far land with a swallow she nursed back to health during the winter. In a sunny field of flowers, Thumbelina meets a tiny flower-fairy prince just her size and to her liking, and they wed. She receives a pair of wings to accompany her husband on his travels from flower to flower, and a new name, Maia.
Now my Thumbelina is unhappy in her flower because I believe no story has a happy ever after. Just because certain obstacles are overcome and in the past, there lie many more in the future. 
And the final one: Pretty self-explanatory I think. I love my mam and dad, and without them I could not survive :)

In January 2012, my tattoo obsession took a huge turn, and thus the beginning of my Alice in Wonderland tattoo. It took three sittings but the finished product is so amazing. Now there is no meaning behind my tattoo, just simply a love for such a crazy and unique world.

 I recently got new tattoos.....

 
There are many meanings for the origin of the Dragonfly, many with negative connotations. However the one I went for was the Asian definition; the Dragonfly lives a very short life, yet it lives its' life to the fullest. As you can see there is a letter 'G' nearby; this represents my Aunt Gillian. She was a wonderful and bubbly person, making the most of life. So as a tribute, I decided to give myself a lasting memory of someone I miss so dear. 

The newest addition is this masquerade skull...

 
Just simply because I love The Masque of the Red Skull by Edgar Allen Poe. My favourite story of all time. 

Here are my newest tattoos :) :

 

Oh how I love tattoos. 

                                                 

Become the Part We Both Love to Hate

 

Me.

I like to be alone.

No one around.

No Sound.

Just me.

I like to be imaginative.

Live in a dream world.

My Own Place.

Just me.

You.

You spoilt this.

You are the man in my nightmares,

You are the haunting.

Just you.

You.

Are the knife in my veins.

The blackness in my soul.

The darkness of my mind.

Just you.

You.

Turn Love to Hate.

Pure to Black.

Life to Death

You.

Cause everything pain.

The evil within a smile.

Cause the innocence grief.

You

And me.

Are different 

The Burn

Curse you,

You immortal child -

You demon of life.

Damn you

To the unending of Hell;

And the beginning of pain.

Vex you,

You impetious life

With a heart of stone.

Blight you,

You little imp, you sprite

Of fire and ice.

You have the face of an Angel,

But the soul of hate.

Those that cant show warmth and joy to you,

Only show your reflection of pain.

The carcass of your face,

(Once was the skin of a saint)

Crumbles before your very eyes.

The Angle soon begins to fade.

No longer the Angel,

So pure not tainted.

Now becomes the demon -

Ill-spirited and evil

December

Coldness running through my body -
Searching for the warmth,
That's no where to be found.
Is stare at you from afar,
I try to shout you.
Words but yet no sound.
Aches taking over me,
Pains starting to show.
I wish I could say.
If only you could know.
Falling to the ground,
With no control.
Looking into the world above,
You took my soul.
Waking up somewhere new,
A place never seen before.
Glancing behind me,
You close the door.
You wrap me up in the warmth.
And now I'll always remember.
How you saved me from those
Cold days back in December. 

Symphony of Love

People talk about love as if it's a bad thing,
That your heart will end up being broke.
They think that love is a bad thing,
Yet they only see one side of love.
They only see the devastating,
Aftermath, the world crumbling.
They only feel the heartbreaking
Wrench in their soul. 
No-one sees love as a good thing,
That your heart will end up whole.
No-one thinks love is a good thing,
They never see the true meaning of love.


Love is like the coming of souls -
The union of life.
Love is like the  heavens above -
An Angel by your side.
The feeling when you get lost
In his eyes; 
Is love.
The feeling that the world has just stopped
Before you;
Is love.
The feeling that everything disappears
Around you;
Is love.
The feeling of butterflies which suddenly appears
Within you;
Is love

Films

Last night I was watching Man in the Iron Mask, and it occurred to me that I spent roughly fifteen minutes crying. Why is that might you ask?
 Well:
I for one cry at any films, but what got me choked up so much, is that friends drifted apart whether by nature, adulthood, family etc. will come together when needed. To protect the one they love, adore. In this case how the musketeers stood

 "One for all, and all for one"

Now the grandeur of this scene moved me so much that I felt my feelings for the King were just, his attitude was rotten, much like the food he fed his country, and his hatred for his brother sickened me. 

How could one possibly hate so much that they would imprison their own flesh and blood.

Power, wealth, lust. Each sin he possessed made me realise how lucky I am to love my own brother.

How could one drive to such monstrosity is beyond me, but it is perhaps that myself is naive, and still believe in fairytales. Not that this was a fairytale but it had an ending similar; that those who live well and just, will live happily ever after.

:)

She wakes up with a smile,

She sleeps with a smile.

She smiles for him.

She smiles.