Serenity.

Seriously.
What. The. Fuck.
I get that you can ask me to do things. Of course I'll listen. I don't want to upset you now do I?
No.
But It'd be nice, if for one fucking second you'd think about what you're asking.

Everyone does it.
And they have no right. No. Fucking. Right. To ask my friend, /my friend/ to tell me to stop. Seriously.
Grow the hell up.
If you have a problem. Come talk to me.
You don't go running to my friends so that I get to have the argument with them hmm?
It's immature. Feel smug. You are actually dirt.

Like I don't have the right to miss people. To talk about my friends when they're not there. You do it all the time, you stuck up little hypocrites. You are not better than me, you do not have the right to do that whilst I don't.
The only thing big about all of you is your egos.
I have the right to have friends.
And I'd apreciate it if you'd go jump off a bridge.
Kay? Thanks. Bai.

Also, maybe I'm overreacting, maybe I'm being whiney. That's never made me stop listening to you. You're meant to be my friend too man. Right now, you're seriously not acting like it.

I'm here.

Why won't you let me help? x.x

Haaaaah.

I have this thing that I do. When I say something- do something- I always foresee these different consequences. I see these different paths; possibilities that my action could take. It’s like I’ve imagined my own future. There’s no trend. There’s no pattern. Sometimes what I see will be wonderful a happy conversation or reunion between some friends and myself. Others, well let’s say they’re not so happy. Arguments. Cruel words. Retorts and thoughts that I wish by god to never be true.
They never are. Every time I imagine a conversation, foresee saying something to someone, it never happens. I know that once I’ve thought about it, that the possibility of it actually taking place has become impossible.
I imagine things a lot. I think it's called paranoia.
When you imagine something, and then start to believe it to the point where you start denying to yourself that it isn't true.
It must be true, it feels true.

I just hate it when despite the fact you 'imagined' it, others get to prove just how it can become incredibly real.

Random Poem lol

Love in all her grace,
Sits proud open her chair,
Her fearsome eyes a roaming,
Her petrifying stare.

Wisdom to her left,
Looks down kindly; and all along,
His sure hand is guiding,
His grip bold and strong.

Sorrow has fallen,
To the floor in his despair,
He lays before the others,
His nature cruel and bare.

Joy sits beside him,
Holding his dark hand,
Whispering words of comfort,
She tries to understand.

Knowledge stands above them,
His burden hard to bear,
He teaches and he listens,
To those so unaware.

Anger is far away,
His soul a raging fire,
His hatred consuming all he does,
His wrath a furious ire.

Envy is all alone,
Her jealousy unkind,
Her company unwanted,
She's left so far behind.

Fear cowers in a corner,
Scared to come on out,
Her voice is weak and trembling,
Her eyes so full of doubt.

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thats as far as i've got so far lol

Yours
-Sky

A promise

There's a reason,
Everyone has a reason,
Everything has a reason'
This is my reason.

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A promise,
A lie,
Another lie,
More
And more lies,
Love is blind,
Blinded with lies,
Lies bring pain,
And pain,
And More,
Pain,
But to stop
Stop lying,
Stop hurting,
Stop.
Is unthinkable
So Unthinkable,
To hurt him,
Would be the worst thing
The cruellest thing,
The hardest thing,
I could ever do,
I can’t tell you,
Can’t save you,
Can’t warn you
Can’t brave you,
Can’t
Can’t
Can’t
Oh I can’t
I’ll bear the pain,
I’ll tell more lies,
I’ll make it worse,
And I just wonder,
Why?
Why do I do this?
Why cause myself such pain?
Is it for love?
Is it for love?
Is
It
For
Love?
No
It’s for you.


It starts with a Promise,
But the words spoken,
Are a promise,
Broken.

Well.........

All pictures Drawn on Paint- all drawn by me :)








Time for picture,
Says moi,
Time for Picture,
Say I,
Time for pictures,
And pictures,
And,
Pictures.

Yours Forever
-Sky

I'd like to apologise......

I know i haven't blogged in ages, but hey i've been busy.
With a really BIG english assignment;

Prologue

In all the lands I have been,
A greater musician never I’ve seen,
Head held high she stalks the land,
Upon her horse harp in hand,
Her fine gold hair in a braid,
A lithe white dress adorns the maid,
Her appearance is a shocking sight,
For while she may be short in height,
A greater lady’d be hard to find,
For she is strong in look and strong in mind,
Her voice is wondrous to hear,
Bright with melody, she sings clear,
Delicate features behold her face,
And with herself she holds such grace,
Her laugh is blithe in sweet delight,
And I believe that I am right,
In saying there’s no happier girl,
In this whole entire blessed world.

:) hope you like
I've never wtitten a story in rhyme so... well the above is the result :D
I'll try to blog ASAP!

Yours Forever
-Sky

Not blogged for a while.....

Yours Forever
-Sky

Story 7

After a while the doctors finally seemed to get bored with me. It was evident I wasn’t going to die any second and although my brain had been ‘severely damaged’ I seemed to be healing up all right. But nothing the doctors could do could explain why my vision held the aura of a dream, why my dreams where so disturbed, and why my eyes where gradually growing paler. My once brown eyes where fading and turning slightly greyer.
But I was alive. Alive and getting better. I could almost walk, and my ribs where healing extremely fast. Amazing said the doctors, a miracle said my mum, annoying and down right boring, said I. As much as I revelled in the no-school schedule I was getting just a bit bored of sitting in bed all day. The highlight of my life was trying to walk; my left leg had also healed at an ‘extraordinary’ rate, which had delighted the doctors, who thought I must be some sort of superhuman. Which I’m not. I’m just plain old me, as they soon discovered.
So anyway back to me trying, rather pathetically, to walk. I grabbed the rail on the bed I lay on and heaved myself up. Since my ribs no longer where a problem and so I was free to move around as much as I liked. I then planted my feet, rather awkwardly on the floor and looked around the room. I’d never get used to the bright new colours I could see. I could sit and marvel at them for hours; which I often did for lack of anything better to do.
I then pushed my self upright, forcing my weight onto my legs. I hissed through my teeth as my legs buckled and I fell to the floor, my, good un- pain-killered, knee quickly bruising on the solid floor. I pulled it up to my chest and gazed angrily at the bright purple that spread to cover my knee. I glared at it, it looked so ugly, anyway weren’t bruises meant to appear gradually as opposed to instantly? Oh well.
My attempt to walk thwarted I struggled back into the bed and sighed. Colour spotting it was then.

I'll right more ASAP

Yours Forever
-Sky

Story6 is it? 7? :S

That night my dreams where bright and confusing, colours whirled by me and I couldn’t make out anything. Then I dreamed of the crash, the bus drivers face glaring at me furiously… his finger pointing at me in a condemning manner. I woke up screaming. The doctors where at my side in a second asking what was wrong.
I simply bit my lip and answered “Nothing just a bad dream…” I shivered and tried to go back to sleep, but it was a restless and uneasy sleep. When I finally woke in the morning I was tired and grumpy. The pain killers where wearing off and my legs stung. When they finally returned they gave me some more painkillers.
And so the routine for the next weeks of my life was set.
Eat, sleep, wake up screaming, sleep, wake up tired, eat, get medicine, sleep.

Yours Forever
-Sky