Wednesday, 1 August 2012

Like a sister

Okay, I have mini journals. I write poems/stories and my thoughts. I have been doing this since I was 8. I want to post some things from it. This one is about my friend Erin. She died when I was pregnant. I wrote this down even then. She is like a sister to me.

One morning I found you in eternal sleep; 
I tried to wake you as I began to weep,
But all my pleas you could not hear;
Oh if I could have only kept you near,
Away from the voices of those who went before,
Who beckoned you to come to that distant shore.

I find it so very hard to believe
That you have gone and I must grieve;
I call out your name -- you answer not,
And I look for you in every familiar spot.
Everything seems so strange and surreal,
I ask everyday is it a dream or real?

Where are the soft brown eyes of affection?
Where is the laughter and talk of childhood reflection?
Where is the loving care when I was sick or sad?
Where is the generous soul for which I was glad?
Where is the forgiving and understanding heart?
Where are the bonds that were there from the start?

I miss all the little ways you showed you cared,
For there were so many good moments we shared;
Looking back on my life’s assorted scenes,
I realized you taught me what love truly means;
You were my trusted confidante and best friend,
On whose loving support I could always depend.

I look at your smiling face in all my photos;
Memories flood my mind as I touch the mementos
From the happy times you and I have had,
But now these bring tears and make me sad;
For the time together went by in a wink,
Life was not as long as we’d like to think.

Sometimes memories bring comfort and make me smile,
But there are times when grief takes over for a while;
Friends offer gentle words and prayers to console,
And tell me what has happened to your loving soul;
Can it be true what they say of time healing grief?
Is it enough when they say death has given you relief?

Can we believe what others say of a better place,
Where our beloved ones rest in God’s warm embrace?
I should be happy you’re free of pain and sorrow,
And rejoice that you’ll always have tomorrow.
How can I then be so heartbroken and selfishly cry,
Return to me from that peaceful place where you lie!”

Now I look down at your name on a cold hard stone
That says little of the loving light you have shone;
It tells nothing of the wonderful person you were,
And only serves to remind me of the painful loss I endure;
But I know your kind soul wants no tears or pain,
Instead you’d want warm memories and love to remain.

Although I cry and stand grief-stricken by your grave,
I promise not to forget the loving memories you gave;
But still I miss you so very much my sister dear,
And your caring words I once again long to hear;
My heart’s only solace is one day I will see you as before,
Beckoning me to come join you on that white distant shore.

Monday, 18 June 2012

Things I've learnt.

I've learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does go on and it will be better tomorrow. I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the he/she handles these three things, a rainy day, lost luggage and tangled Christmas tree lights. I've learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you'll miss them when they are gone from your life. I've that makes a living is not the same as making a life.

I've learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance. I've learned that
  you shouldn't go through life with a catchers mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw something back.

I've learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision. I've learned that even when I have pains, I don't have to be one. I've learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone. People love a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back. I've learned that I still have a lot to learn. I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.

Friday, 1 June 2012

There you go Aquila! I drew this at the age of 17 before I left school. It is a bit crumpled and I think I spilled some water on it, AND I havent shaded it in. But oh well.

Saturday, 26 May 2012


Kitties are trying to sleep whilst I take pictures :P

Max can actually look at the camera :P

Primrose does not like pictures at all. Too bad :P

Saturday, 28 April 2012


Name: Isabella Midnight
Nickname: Izzy, Bella and Bells
Gender: Female
Age: 18 but can pass for 22
Nationality: Irish
Appearance: Long dark hair. Brown oval eyes. Slim.
Height: 4'7"
Favourite color: Green!
Clothes: Tight trousers, tight black leather jacket, rbown vest, black knee high boots.
Personality: A nice personality. Can flirt to get out of situations. Deadly to enemies.
Magical Ability: Elemental.
Weapons: Throwing knives. Master at guns as well.
Other skills: Isabella can hack any computer and can do anything with her body.
Vehicles: A black Suzuki Hayabusa. (Motorbike)
Likes: Getting her way. .
Dislikes: Spiders.
History: Parents were killed when she was 4. She trained every day and eventually, when she was 11, she killed the man.
Fighting style: Quick but painful.