Charlotte Sometimes

It's not every day someone very dear to you gets fictionally engaged as a result of what could have been a very embarrassing situation involving a hens-night set of penis drinking straws at a news agency.

Just looking at Charlotte I hear that same ol' tune....bahm bah ba bahm and see myself carrying her train gracefully into her fictional ceremony.

The Beautiful Bride-to-be

As fictional maid of honour, I have written a poem to recite in my toast to the happy couple.

Love of Mine

This is what we shall have, dear Love of Mine

Not a world of fancy, but of life, divine.

May our hearts have never a day with greed

For in our bodies we have all we need.

May our love be the same cold on the streets

Or in luxury, wrapped in silken sheets.

May we never run out of words to speak

Even if we shall not talk for a week.

May our hands harden when weather is rough

For our touch will be tender enough.

May our feet be worn as we walk together

Yet remain our spirits light as feather.

May they let the rain and lightning come

We can find shelter and wait for the sun.

May we dream of love brighter than fame

And awake to a world just the same.

Congratulations Charlie, I wish you and......... all the best xx

After The Fall

Okay so I get inspiration at the very most random times. Like any writer. So when I do I pick up a pen and write...duh! So yesterday as I was walking from English to Modern History by cutting across the quad I was thinking of Rick on the young ones saying "as if you really are a Cliff!" which turned into "he looked over the cliff as if" and THEN I saw Spencer Cliff and said Hi (great guy). So I was like, this is going somewhere. So in History I wrote a poem, and my dear Jack read it and said I should publish it, so I guess I am.

So Spencer, because you've always wanted a blog about you I hope this sort of counts because your last name was a bit of inspiration for this poem. Even though it's every depressing and has nothing to do with you as a person, just your last name. It's about a cliff :P

There he stood on the edge of the cliff

His eyes looking down as if

He would leap into the depths below

But in honesty he does not know.

Once he had tied a noose

But remembered what he had to lose

Then in water he would meet his death

Until he had come up for breath

But this was unlike a rope or a lake

Just one jump is all it would take

Just one step into the black

and there would be no turning back

His life is so filled with sorrow

He does not want to see tomorrow

He has chose night, no one would hear the thump

No one would scream "Don't jump"

There is but one who can save him now

It's himself if he only knew how

He only has to see his children and wife

To realise there is a point to life

But this he does not know

And steps into the depths below

As he falls he begins to wonder

As fear strikes him like thunder

What if there is a reason to live

When I am so loved and have so much love to give

He saw lucid visions of his past

And knew this minute was his last

He couldn't start over with a clean slate

For he was falling and it was too late

The night was dark, there was no moon

He didn't think he'd land so soon.

Before he knew it he had breathed his last breath

And at last had fallen to his death

For a second there was black and silence all around,

Until there was nothing, no colour, no sound.

Sorry to depress you all so much. You should all listen to Owl Eyes now to cheer yourselves up.

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