I Wrote a Poem

Words fall from my brain to the page,
No system or sanity is remotely displayed.
Made to sit down in class and write from scratch,
I pretend that this writers block is just a rough patch.

It feels like I'm chasing my thoughts away,
I need them so badly but they're just not here to stay.
Nothing I write seems to make any sense,
And I keep messing up the past and present tense.

Just when I think it's all coming together,
I start doodling things and thinking about the weather.
I don't know how to make this piece come to an end,
So let's just say it did, and we can all pretend.

Book review- Night World- Secret Vampire- L. J. Smith.

Over the half term holidays I decided to read something in my comfort zone, which admittidly didn't challenge me as much as it should have, but I fancied a comfort read. I bought three books by L.J.Smith, who mainly writes fantasies, and also wrote the hugely popular Vampire Diaries, which is now also a hit TV show. I started reading the first book from her series Night World, Secret Vampire. I am really enjoying it because although it uses the typical vampire cliches, it still has some unique twists and turns.

Little Cayman

Specks of ash set alight danced away into the darkness of the night. Soft, white sand nudged it's way between my toes while the heat from the fire brushed at my skin, warming it slightly. The scene was that of an advert in a magazine. The beautiful, burnt orange sunset dimly lit the sky while the sounds of music and laughter were absorbed into the night. I could not see into the distance, only that which the fire lit up. But I did not want to see any further. I was happy here, now. Being surrounded purely by the things and people I loved, I could re-live this night forever.

Taking a few steps back, I stood to admire the stunning silhouettes against the gorgeous sky. Nothing could ever come close to these feelings or this view. Although the island was small, each destination held an experience, each one as breathtakingly spectacular as the last.

Do I Wanna Know?

I took out some lyrics in Arctic Monkey's Do I Wanna Know, so it sort of sounds like a poem...

Colour in your cheeks
Get the fear you can't shift the type
Sticks around like something in your teeth
Aces up your sleeve
No idea that you're in deep
Dreamt about you nearly every night this week
How many secrets can you keep
There's this tune I've found
Makes me think of you somehow
Play it on repeat
Until I fall asleep
Spilling drinks on my settee
Do I wanna know
If this feeling flows both ways
Sad to see you go
Sorta hoping that you'd stay
We both know
The nights, mainly made for saying things
That you can't say tomorrow day
Crawling back to you
Ever thought of calling
When you've had a few
I always do
I'm too busy being yours
To fall for somebody new
I've thought it through
Crawling back to you.

Book Recommendation

One of my favourite books is Numbers by Rachel Ward. It's a mixture of fantasy and sci-fi, and is all about a young teen who can see peoples death dates when she looks into their eyes. It is not as depressing as it sounds! The plot is amazing, and it is a series of 3 books in total. I would definitely recommend it to anyone who enjoys reading, no matter which genre is your favourite!!

Here is the link to Amazon for all three books:  http://www.amazon.co.uk/s/ref=nb_sb_noss_1/276-9457677-3373341?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=numbers%20by%20rachel%20ward&sprefix=numbers+by+r%2Caps 

Déjà vu

I scrambled around in the endless pit of my bag in the hope of finding what used to be a sandwich, but who knows what shape it would be in now. The day had been long. So long that I could not even remember coming into the dull offices that I have to call 'work'. Each day was the same- answering phone calls, filing paperwork and sucking up to the boss in the hopes of receiving a promotion. Just your cliched day at the office.

As I pulled the half-destroyed sandwich out of my bag (which by this time was oozing various juices), a familiar noise filled my head, followed by the equally familiar throbbing of my ears. Hesitantly turning around, there she stood, miserable as ever. 

Spinning around before making eye contact, I scurried down the path. Only managing to get two steps away, I heard my name being screeched across the street. Closing my eyes, I turned on my heel to face her, forcing the fake smile she was used to seeing onto my face. 

'Victoria!'

Mundesly

Wide-awake, I lay in the sticky sheets of my bed, listening to the deafening roars that first escaped my brother's sleeping form, and was then almost instantly followed by an identical rumble from dad.
            Silently sliding out from the bed, I tiptoed into the lounge/diner/kitchen to see mum sat on the sofa, a blank expression frozen onto her face. Shifting her gaze to meet mine, she shook her head, and I walked over to join her on the sofa. 
            We then devised a plan to pull out the sofa-bed and sleep on that together, which meant our last night was at least filled with muffled snores instead of deafening rumbles we had put up with all week.
            The next morning, me and my brother sat peeking out of the large, condensation-covered window, watching two bunnies cheerfully hop around the luscious green grass that covered the majority of the space between each chalet. As we heard a car engine jump to life, the bunnies scrambled back into the bushes, startled. 
            Turning away from the window, mum set down two of the most magnificent hot chocolates I had ever seen; whipped cream, marshmallows and chocolate sprinkles cascaded down the ceramic mug. This is what I loved about the holidays. Morning sun creeping through the blinds, family films playing on the TV, snuggled up in blankets with a hot chocolate, wondering what the day ahead held for us all.