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Saturday 24 March 2012

My Lover

My lover rests his sleepy head,
Laid down comfy in our bed,
And so I fight the dark once more,
And through the wounds the blood does pour,
For the silver moon to shine upon,
The pain from these scars has long since gone,
Under cover of the star-flecked night,
My love for you will never take flight ,

I battle for your hand,
So we may take a stand,
Against the ruthless, doubting scum,
That would have us never act as one,
For them I have no respect,
For they could so heartlessly object,
To a passion that the three fates have wound,
And was worked hard for to be found...

And even if the dark should come again,
My love for him will never wane,
For true love comes only to some,
And to lose him would cause a mighty sum,
Upon my soul the blows would rain,
And only death would end my pain,
So rest my love and do not fear,
For the worst they'll ever do is leer,
At my faithless love for you so bright,
As I stare unblinkingly, protectively, into the night. 

Saturday 14 January 2012

Minecraftia: Tales of a Foreign land.

A glowstone moon,
Shines across the sand,
Come home soon,
From your foreign land...

A  river through a forest,
Across the jungle,
Take a rest,
Fill your bundle.

Stone pickaxe broke,
Iron swords all I need,
Is that smoke?
Attracted to Feed.

A  trickle of lava,
Into a ravine,
I spy water,
Unlike none I've seen.

Make my way down,
Guided by torchlight,
What've I found,
Glinting in the dark night?

Iron pick,
Fresh to use,
Chink Chink Click,
I break on through.

Diamond drop one,
Diamond drop two,
Break through of sun,
Glinting off the blue.

Diamond drop three,
Diamond drop four,
All I see,
Is this vein of ore.

Diamond drop five,
The last ones mine,
Enough to survive,
Feeling fine.

SsS sSs SsS,
Hear the fabled sound,
Swords in my hand,
Turn around.

One strike,
Two strike,
Three strike,
RUN!

Leg it out,
To the rising sun,
A grateful shout,
No hearts lost bar one.

Run to the forest ,
Punch a tree,
Craft a work bench,
Smiling with glee.

Grab some sticks,
Diamonds aplenty ,
Just five clicks,
And then uses three-twenty.

Diamond pickaxe,
Finest tool in the land,
And there it laid,
Resting in my hand.

Three more clicks,
And a sword was mine too,
A deadly mix,
A shining turqoise blue.

And that is the tale,
Of a foreign land,
Beyond the forest and jungle,
I long for my home sand.

Friday 30 December 2011

This is SO confusing.

My life is so complicated at the moment.

I'm single, but I'm not.
I'm getting better, but I'm not.
I'm in love, but I'm not.
I'm writing more, but I'm not.
I'm happier, But I'm not.

I'm just a bunch of contradictions. (But I'm not.)


Lost yet?
Yeah me to.

Sunday 25 December 2011

MERRRYYY CHRISTMASS!!!

Merry christmas/boring Sunday to you all.

The skull and key necklace are from my gran, and the black neclace is Aunty-Jane made! :D

I will upload anything else if and when I get them.

What did you guys get?



Thursday 22 December 2011

He Can.

He can be loyal,
He can be a toad,
He can be as slow as a turtle,
He can be to fast for logic,
He can be amazing,
He can be insane,
He can be smart,
He can be Naive,
He can be sensational,
He can be legendary,
He can be loud,
He can be a headache,
He can be a softy,
He can be bubbly,
He can be down,
He can be anything.
He can be that one guy that you really really need,

And he will be there! 


He is Wacko.

He is my best friend, and the loyalist person I know.

And in times like these, He is extraordinary.

Wednesday 21 December 2011

Dead Dreams on FaceBook!

YEs I got my furry arse round an made a facebook Page.

https://www.facebook.com/pages/Duckys-Dead-Dreams/257836247611963?sk=wall

Feel Free to Like!
I'm going to post little extras and links to the blogs on here as they go up.

Tuesday 20 December 2011

This boy.

This boy is loyal.
This boy is a fighter.
This boy is comforting.
This boy is a troller.
This boy is smart.
This boy is sensible.
This boy is kind.
This boy is thoughtful.
This boy is lovely.
This boy is legendary.
This boy is quiet.
This boy is loud.
This boy is soft.
This boy rages.
This boy shouts.
This boy puts others first.
This boy helps.

This boy is RyRy.

This boy is my right hand man.

And on nights like these, this boy is amazing.