A Poetic Mess

The lost are searching,
They are trying to find a way home
But the invisible creature is holding them back.
They struggle and fight,
They will never win on their own.
Their fingers grow bloody as they claw at the sand
Fighting against the looming tide.
But the wave has caught them
There is no escaping now,
The water is swallowing them whole
Drowning out their pleas of help,
With the peaceful sound of breaking waves.

Untitled.

To me, education is one of the most important things in life. I believe if someone is given the chance to have an education they should take it. If someone is given an opportunity that so many others aren't, they should take it in a heartbeat. This is where my friends and I differ. They value other things like socialising over their education. Sure, sure a little of both is healthy but some times I just get so frustrated when people can't see past their little bubble they are in and see the bigger picture. There is a whole world out there just waiting for you to make a splash and there you are not attending class or school, for what? So you can stay home with your boyfriend? Or getting bad grades because you are too busy texting during class or passing notes to the person next to you?

How about think about all those other kids our age who are not as privileged? The ones who are living in slums or ghettos. The one's who can't afford an education. The ones who are dying from AIDs and malnutrition and there you are, giving up an opportunity that they would die for. They would love to be in your shoes, but no all you can see if the now, you can't see past yourself.

Bleh.

Liar

Don't you hate it when people lie to you. Sure a little white lie here and there doesn't hurt but full blown liars should be shot. Today I found out that someone whom everyone thought had passed on, hadn't.

How can someone lie like that?

How can someone toy with so many peoples emotions?

Was it all a joke to you?

Was everything you spoke about a lie?

Why the fuck would you do that to these people who pretty much kissed your feet?

I know, you must be so insecure about yourself that you had to get everyone to take pity on you. You had to feed on their tears and their anguish. You really are a sorry excuse for a human being and I don't care what your reasons were, there is no forgiving an act like that. You hurt my friends, you toyed with them knowing that they were fragile. Fuck. You. Bitch.

The Ice Queen is back.

It's Only Life

You have to make your life count.

These past few days has shown me that.

Go and enjoy the little things.

The smell of newly mowed grass.

The peacefulness of standing listening to the wind.

The warmth of the sun.

Light trickling in through the leaves of a tree.

Do the things that make you happy,

Make you smile.

Before you can't smile any more.

R.I.P. Nadya.

Gloomy Sunday

I'm finally doing something to benefit myself. First I'm sorry to Maly for disappearing for a week or so, I needed some time to think, I was getting overwhelmed, but I'm all good now :)

Secondly I'm leaving my house for a week. I'm actually proud of myself that I could go up to my mum and say "I'm staying at Steve's house next week if I'm working or not because I need a break. I'm sick of you yelling at me every day."

In other news I've got a job. It's only until Christmas, well it might actually only be until Saturday, but at least I'm getting some money now. I sell jewellery at a stall in one of my local shopping centres. I get ten bucks an hour which isn't too bad I suppose.

I can't believe it's almost Christmas already. Holy. Shit. It's probably because we didn't really have much of a Spring it was more like three extra months of Winter. I really wish we did have more of a Spring though, I would have loved to take some nice photos before everything dries up again. Well I guess that won't happen now will it.

Trainwreck

My mother has quit her job.

We now have no money.

With Christmas around the corner we are hoping that we can survive.

My mother sometimes acts before she really thinks things through, did she really think that we can survive with no money? We struggle enough from pay check to pay check, what's going to happen now that we have no pay check?

She told me to get a job.

I am only 15 I can't support myself and study.

She made a mistake, one that she can't take back.

She was being selfish, with only herself in mind, she forgot about us.

I have nothing to look forward too this Christmas, a sad, hungry household getting sympathetic looks from other family members, oh the joy.

Never Loved A Man

Men.

These little mysterious creatures that draw women in, then cut out their heart and throw it on the floor. In some circumstances it isn't always the man's fault, sometimes it's the woman that pulls her heart out of her chest and willingly gives it to the man.

"I want a gentleman who treats me like a queen"

Pretty much every girl out there has this 'perfect' idea of a boyfriend or they just don't realise what a prick a guy is until it's too late. At times like this you need good friends, friends that tell you the truth no matter how much it might hurt. I think some girls are really a lost cause though. They get with a guy, he is exactly what they needed at that time. He changes, she changes, life happens, things change dramatically, but that girl is still trying to hold onto the idea of this 'perfect' guy.

"I want you to want me"

Now on the other hand, it's the boy who fucks with the girl. He pretends to be kind and nice, he puts on a façade that everyone believes. He then reels a poor, oblivious girl into his clutches and makes her fall for him. This is the majority of men at my school are like. They flirt, they tease but underneath that they are horrible heart stealing creatures. These are the boys that every girl need to look for and also they need to identify the signs of these creatures.

"Since I've been loving you, I'm about to lose my worried mind"

So before you decide to fall in love with a boy, remember he might be a heart stealing creature and that yes, you can/will get your heart broken.