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Thursday 15 October 2009
Friday 9 October 2009
The Pretty Ugly Ballad
In a place not so far, far away
Tears run fleeing a raven haired maiden
Not locked in a castle, not even running from goblins
Yet, this maiden weeps…
Bad judgement, lost ways, wrong turns
Her fairytale has gone wrong
And so now, she set afloat her sadness
With flowing tears, in hope to wash away
Her past, and wipe dry to a better future
Slowly, and lightly a sound can be heard
It lingers on her lips and slowly the sound
Can be more clearly heard, she sings
She sings a powerful, but sad empathy
Filled with compassion, a pretty
Yet ugly song, not nearly a song
More of a ballad, an unheard tale
And slowly the story is being told
A tale of foreign lands, were mistakes
Were made, but most of all
Hurt was endured that still lingers deep
Deep inside, and could only be found or heard
In the wailing of this lamenting powerful song
Touch was involved that made the skin peel
And creep deep under the floor
Never to want to be touched again
There was cries of fear, cries of panic
And in the end shouts of anger, forced
But yet all that remained was terror.
Blamed for bad mistakes, wrong
But nothing could have been done
This path laid here, no turn offs
No forks in the road, and all the no's
In the world made no matter.
This chapter happened, and lay the roots
For deep inside this story lay
Hidden inside her Pandora's box
And no matter how many Princes'
Rescue this maiden, all will not be forgotten
Down, deep inside the scar is there
An ugly, horrid damaging thing
That this maiden tries not to carry around
Her neck like a noose
And so she sings, sings her pain away
Sings for a lighter heart, sings to lift the weight
She lingers only when the tears start to flow
But then the power and strength comes
And the power begins to break through
The song, becomes a pretty, yet ugly ballad
That reaches from strength to strength.
AMGorman
Tears run fleeing a raven haired maiden
Not locked in a castle, not even running from goblins
Yet, this maiden weeps…
Bad judgement, lost ways, wrong turns
Her fairytale has gone wrong
And so now, she set afloat her sadness
With flowing tears, in hope to wash away
Her past, and wipe dry to a better future
Slowly, and lightly a sound can be heard
It lingers on her lips and slowly the sound
Can be more clearly heard, she sings
She sings a powerful, but sad empathy
Filled with compassion, a pretty
Yet ugly song, not nearly a song
More of a ballad, an unheard tale
And slowly the story is being told
A tale of foreign lands, were mistakes
Were made, but most of all
Hurt was endured that still lingers deep
Deep inside, and could only be found or heard
In the wailing of this lamenting powerful song
Touch was involved that made the skin peel
And creep deep under the floor
Never to want to be touched again
There was cries of fear, cries of panic
And in the end shouts of anger, forced
But yet all that remained was terror.
Blamed for bad mistakes, wrong
But nothing could have been done
This path laid here, no turn offs
No forks in the road, and all the no's
In the world made no matter.
This chapter happened, and lay the roots
For deep inside this story lay
Hidden inside her Pandora's box
And no matter how many Princes'
Rescue this maiden, all will not be forgotten
Down, deep inside the scar is there
An ugly, horrid damaging thing
That this maiden tries not to carry around
Her neck like a noose
And so she sings, sings her pain away
Sings for a lighter heart, sings to lift the weight
She lingers only when the tears start to flow
But then the power and strength comes
And the power begins to break through
The song, becomes a pretty, yet ugly ballad
That reaches from strength to strength.
AMGorman
Mistakes - Poem
I have made silly, silly mistakes in life
Just to comprehend my position
My path has made me fall down
Trip over, hidden in strange places
My Pandora’s Box has burst at the seams
The overflow tickled on others ear’s
As my face glowed, I begged my head
To stay level, but my eyes fell low
I have been places of great height
But, eventually you have to come down
And if you must fall, fall with grace
I have learnt from silly, silly mistakes in life
09.10.09
12.:46
Just to comprehend my position
My path has made me fall down
Trip over, hidden in strange places
My Pandora’s Box has burst at the seams
The overflow tickled on others ear’s
As my face glowed, I begged my head
To stay level, but my eyes fell low
I have been places of great height
But, eventually you have to come down
And if you must fall, fall with grace
I have learnt from silly, silly mistakes in life
09.10.09
12.:46
Friday 7 August 2009
Wednesday 3 June 2009
Too Much Stuff?!
....where to put it....and how?!
Try these for some storing solutions
Photos:
To stop all the letters and bills piling up on the dresser
For rainy days
Kitchen:
I hate digging for trays etc...
I would so love this shelving space for my kitchen
(For my messy husband) Shed/garage:
The Art Room/Studio:
Hide it all behind a slide door covered in your choice of pattern tracks and fixings available from IKEA
http://www.potterybarn.com/
Try these for some storing solutions
Photos:
To stop all the letters and bills piling up on the dresser
For rainy days
Kitchen:
I hate digging for trays etc...
I would so love this shelving space for my kitchen
(For my messy husband) Shed/garage:
The Art Room/Studio:
Shelves that are pretty and practical
Hide it all behind a slide door covered in your choice of pattern tracks and fixings available from IKEA
http://www.potterybarn.com/
Thursday 11 December 2008
Oscar Wants To Eat The Cat
So, a while back I took on Molly a nutter of a old enough kitten I thought would have some sense but no shes mad, cute some days but mad and nuttery the rest....
Now, Molly likes to sit at the window, but only for the sheer thrill of teasing Oscar...
Oscar
Molly at window teasing Oscar
Oscar reacting
..the reason are window and wall is getting so dirty grrrr....
Our window climbing dog eyes up the target and asks 'can I eat it?' and no, u cant!
Now, Molly likes to sit at the window, but only for the sheer thrill of teasing Oscar...
Oscar
Molly at window teasing Oscar
Oscar reacting
..the reason are window and wall is getting so dirty grrrr....
Our window climbing dog eyes up the target and asks 'can I eat it?' and no, u cant!
Its all Busy Busy Busy....
I know I promised to be better at making time and updating and blogging, but there really isnt enough hours in the day or week or months. College has been busy busy busy with essays and assisements that were today I hope now things will be quieter for the next week anyway and then I go and get a G.A to get the wisdom teeth cut out oh what fun, my only wish is I can still manage to eat my Christmas Dinner cos I so want some of my Dad's great stuffing with my ham! If I have to Ill just skip the ham and have the stuffing! yes! its that good! :) mmmmmmmmm....
I had so much things I wanted and needed to have done by now, I still have a batch of wedding thank yous to be made did about 55 and wrote them all in one night but I dont get much free time and when you do I'm tired. When I was working full time you could mostly do a lot on autopilot but now its all go go go and your trying to take in everything and coming up with ideas all day long its tiring and then the bus journey home by the time you get in the dinner all you want is make food and sit and then crawl to bed. ZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzz
I had a plan to make lots of christmas cards, ermmm my lots so far turned into 1 brutal I know, but in the next few days the weekend I hope to attack the art room after I clean it that is, with my assessments today it got a bit messy again in the last few evenings. And the tiny room holds a big mess when I do clean it I should take some photos to see how small my working space has got again :( just when I was getting a dream room I ended up in what feels like a closet now oh hang on that could be cos there is a big walldrope taking up most of the space. :)
Some day I'll have 'my' studio! And I cannot wait....Until then its...well time to go to bed...nite x
I had so much things I wanted and needed to have done by now, I still have a batch of wedding thank yous to be made did about 55 and wrote them all in one night but I dont get much free time and when you do I'm tired. When I was working full time you could mostly do a lot on autopilot but now its all go go go and your trying to take in everything and coming up with ideas all day long its tiring and then the bus journey home by the time you get in the dinner all you want is make food and sit and then crawl to bed. ZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzz
I had a plan to make lots of christmas cards, ermmm my lots so far turned into 1 brutal I know, but in the next few days the weekend I hope to attack the art room after I clean it that is, with my assessments today it got a bit messy again in the last few evenings. And the tiny room holds a big mess when I do clean it I should take some photos to see how small my working space has got again :( just when I was getting a dream room I ended up in what feels like a closet now oh hang on that could be cos there is a big walldrope taking up most of the space. :)
Some day I'll have 'my' studio! And I cannot wait....Until then its...well time to go to bed...nite x
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