Why don't you be the artist?

A crystal sort of distance is humming in the atmosphere,
Pulsing in the vibrations of space between you and I,
Flashing hazy gazes in directions to be captured
Whilst holding to ignorance of the shadowy truth,
This tangible gap, repelling heart from heart,
Knowing, frustrating, this is how it has to be,
Feeling the lies of nothing, forcing an aura of hope,
A sigh can speak a thousands words simply left unsaid,
So, he will emanate wit and she will laugh along,
When you look then I must look far away,
Waiting for the empty vortex of minutes and hours
As irrelevant seconds flick through your eyes,
Can you feel it? The gritted teeth and broken hearts...
Two souls singing solo, together.

Another minute with you.

I can't wait to start living;
I'd forgotten that I never could remember.
I know not who I am, hence
Not what to do with this,
The pursuit of pursuing something,
How did I end up here?
Time does not make it easier, just fuzzier.
Here I go again, don't hold my gaze;
That's all it takes.

He's so hilarious. And lovely.

They don't know what you said,
Your dirty little words burn thighs
And break silly girls hearts,
Gonna wallow and swallow pride,
Hold my tongue (unlike you) -
Go forth and aphorize, lies
All lies; It's too fast, see,
I know you young man.
See you in the pit, old friend;
I'll wait for you there.


Sorry. I'm tired. And in Limbo.
I'm apologising to the world, though.
Not to you.

Child-ery.

It's a scar that's sticking hard and fast
To the my fleshy silhouette, so tight
And cheap and trashy too, this metaphor,
My loaded gun in your lustful hands,
Never the trigger pulling kind, right?
Need to shake this aura over lover,
Not be defined by what you did,
Got to practice what I preach, promise
To let this, softly, let this go, but
I'm that girl now, you know the one -
Yes, you know the one. The cheated upon.

Rose. (With an accent)

So, I'm a little dizzy from the pink stuff,
But the truth is - And we all know it's true -
I can't take my eyes, or my mind, off of you.
Till I find somebody new?
It's the same rain falling from the sky,
It's a cycle, you see. From the sky to the sea,
And then back again. Always back again.
Look at me like you believe in this.
Promise me with your fingertips
As they stroke my hips, lustfully.
I can hear the strings when I gaze at you.
Come sit on my wall.
Cheers.

That's not tomorrow

That I don't know what you're saying,
I'm ok with that,
That I don't know where you're going,
I'm ok with that,
That I don't know who you're seeing,
I'm ok with that.

That's not tomorrow,
You've got to need me,
Nothing less than ache for me near,
That's not tomorrow,
You've got to fight for me,
Nothing less than blood on your beautiful hands.

That I don't know why you're crying,
I'm ok with that,
That I don't know how you're living,
I'm ok with that,
That I don't know when you're changing,
I'm ok with that.

That's not tomorrow,
You've got to need me,
Nothing less than ache for me near,
That's not tomorrow,
You've got to fight for me,
Nothing less than blood on your beautiful hands.

All that is left is the dehydrated tears,
The kisses that linger, the long forgotten fears,
Remember the good times, they'll crumble away,
When you're tasting the scent of the sweetest one day.

My sister...

...is hilarious. She has written this song and typed up the lyrics on the laptop. I thought I'd take a sneaky look and it's so funny! I just have to share it. Don't tell her though; she'd kill me!


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When your mum's being mean it's such a pain.
When MY mum's being mean it's so lame.
The one thing that really drives me insane.
Is when my mum lets me down like Wayne.

Just like England did to me.

Now my mum is, you know what I mean.

Such a pain in the beep.

But I'm not going to weep.

I'll just storm off and sit in the rain.

Now she's calling me a brat.
But she knows she's the only brat.
And because she's so annoying
I really feel like storming...
and stealing all of her tat!

Just like England did to me.

Now my mum is, you know what I mean.

Such a pain in the beep.

But I'm not going to weep.

I'll just storm off and sit in the rain.



When mum is a pain
Sang by Victoria Slade
Written by Victoria Slade
Inspired by mum's annoyingosity
Used on OpenOffice writer
Written in Victoria Slade's house