A Faery Hand in Hand

24- Write a poem that’s different in some way from anything you’ve ever written. Take a chance! Be wild! 

The lone quiet riparian holds the beauty of youth long lost

 Smiles and laughter echo faintly

Flowing through blankets of snowdrops, cowslips all glossed.

Tears so fragile and dainty

Fall from the children mourning for their past

With a Faery hand in hand, 

Cries stream from small eyes, pain so grand.

Autumn leaves swiftly descend, covering the key

Of an escape, a longing 

To be free of all sadness, all despair and feeling of grief.

Shrills form patterns of yearning

Creating Nocturnes that howl through the trees

With a Faery hand in hand, 

Cries stream from small eyes, pain so grand.

Winter quickly ascends up the meadow so cursed and malice

Death of the beautiful kingdom

Snow freezing the hidden world, all sounds and all lushness

Ice fingers choosing the next victim.

A child to suffer from a new found ache

With a Faery hand in hand, 

Cries stream from small eyes, pain so grand.

No child should feel the torment of his soul in the place of such beauty,

Nor feel such anguish,

No child shall return home, but stay in the place of a deathly

Land and can only wish

That no one enters the meadow in fear of the haunting,

And hear the cries of the long lost children

With a Faery hand in hand, 

Cries stream from small eyes, pain so grand.

A Little Letter

Dear Student Finance (England),

I know that it says that you will deposit my money on the 26th September, but just this once could you get the date wrong and pay me on the 23rd instead, see I have this little problem called "being skint". Thats were I'm required to walk to work and then back home with my poor little feet hurting me all the way and my only comfort keeping me going is my iPod. Also uni starts on Monday and I seem to be lacking in stationary, you know things like pens and paper. It might be a hug help if I had those for the new semester.

Another thing, once all my books, stationary and other uni requirements have been bought, I need a new wardrobe. Some pretty dresses, oh and maybe some new shoes that match or perhaps a new coat; a nice fancy one to look all girly as apparently I need to dress like one. Oh and while I'm at it can I may have some hair extensions. I miss my long hair.

Yours Sincerely
Mell

Its a New Day

After many hours of being bored, I finally decided to create a new blog called "Little Life Lost" and I will now update my story whenever I feel inspired there instead of muddling up this one. At least the story will be in order. And I cannot guarantee when I will update.

Also, I have also finally decided what my dissertation is going to be on. Finally! I eventually chose Alice Adventures in Wonderland, my original Subject. And my thesis statement has been chosen. Now all that is left is to get it checked over by my tutor and I can start writing.

One of those days....

Yes. One of those days it is. Were everything annoys me. From the little gasps of breathe coming from my mother's mouth, to the footsteps that make a mouse sound like an elephant. But it's not just the noise that is annoying me, it just the mere presence of people in the same vicinity as me. Knowing that some one is sharing the same oxygen as me, annoys me. Oh how even the word annoy is starting to annoy me. If only I had a remote control that a had a mute button, life would be perfect. Just block out all offending noises.

I wish I had a bubble were I could plop myself into, and hide myself away from the world. You would think I would lock myself in my room, oh how that would be nice. But that would require a lock and some heavy sound-proofing around the house. I'm at the point now were I cannot even name the mood I'm in. It's not anger, frustration or any other negative, its just there.

At least I can vent out to this piece of metal and not get annoyed. Then again....

Urgh

2- Who was the last person you texted? Write a five line poem to that person.

To be honest I'm going to cheat here and think of a poem later. But for right now, song lyrics shall be appropriate

I'm getting buried in this place.
Ive got no room your in my face.
Don't say anything just go away.
If you were dead or still alive
I don't care, I don't care

Perfection

10- Pick a one line song lyric to serve as an epigraph to your poem. Then, write the poem to accompany it.
 
"Sometimes perfection can be
It can be perfect hell, perfect..."
How we can be blind to see
Marks on our Souls that do reflect,
Perfect imperfections.

Yet why does it hurt when perfect
Souls float into your perfect life,
And destroy what you cant detect,
Like your heart wrecked by a knife
Of sad imperfections.

Why is she so damn perfect,
Perfect at killing my lone soul,
And why does she seem to neglect
Trying to make the perfect whole.
Hurtful Imperfections. 

 "Sometimes perfection can be
It can be perfect hell, perfect..."
How we can be blind to see
Marks on our Souls that do reflect,
Perfect imperfections.

Quotation from Jack's Mannequin - Bruised