here without you

A hundred days had made me older
Since the last time that I saw your pretty face
A thousand lights had made me colder
And I don’t think I can look at this the same
But all the miles had separate
They disappeared now when I’m dreaming of your face

I’m here without you baby
but your still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby
and I dream about you all the time
I’m here without you baby
but your still with me in my dreams
And tonight it’s only you and me

The miles just keep rolling
as the people either way to say hello
I hear this life is overrated
but I hope it gets better as we go

I’m here without you baby
but your still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby
and I dream about you all the time
I’m here without you baby
but your still with me in my dreams
And tonight boy it’s only you and me

Everything I know, and anywhere I go
It gets hard but it won’t take away my love
And when the last one falls, when it’s all said and done
it get hard but it won’t take away my love

I’m here without you baby
but your still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby
and I dream about you all the time
I’m here without you baby
but your still with me in my dreams
And tonight boy it’s only you and me


Three Doors Down. Pretty song, no? Sorry I haven't blogged in a while. x

Life

Alright. This poem is inspired by a dream I had, which might have been inspired by Lewis' most recent blog post and the film Serial Mum. In the dream I dreamt that I got killed by this old guy, who claimed to be my grandfather. As I was dying I made a HUGE apology to everyone and told them I loved them and then I pulled the knife out of me and killed the old guy, although it was an accident. Anyway, I woke up believing I was dead (very depressing). Then realised I couldn't be dead and I spent the morning very excited by this. During the first ten minutes of Chemistry (while everyone was finding files, coming in, etc) I wrote this.

Curiosity and Habit
There is no point to life,
As far as I can see.
We live from simple habit
And our human curiosity.
But despite this habit,
Which lets us continue living,
And our curiosity,
We are missing so much
In our day-to-day lives.
We've forgotten the miracle
Of it all.
When we wake up,
Out of habit,
And charged with curiosity
We miss the miracle
Of life itself.
We're not excited to think of
The day ahead
Because we focus on a
To-do list.
We miss the smell of morning,
And the touch of the sun.
We miss the taste of an orange,
And the sight of a smile in a friend's eyes.
Life is a miracle
And a gift
Which we sometimes waste
Through habit and curiosity.

I hope it isn't depressing. I showed Soti (school friend) and she said it was depressing but to me it was happy. Marvel at just living, it will make your day.

past, present and future

It feels like I have not blogged properly for a long long time. *hangs head in shame* The reason for this is that I have been doing lots of things to blog about (obviously).

The past...
Alright, the furthest thing in the past that I can remember is last Thursday, when I travel to the middle of nowhere to view the A Level showing of Ol' 'Chard from Kent. It was excellent, as were the other ones. There was lots of issues addressed and overall it was a very enjoyable evening. *claps to all involved*
The next day (Friday!) I was forced to go to see Mikado (an opera by Gilbert and Sullivan). My aunt got the tickets free as she teaches one of the singer's son. I think I enjoyed the second half much more than the first half, but the experience in general was great. The theatre is beautiful!
On Saturday I went iceskating with many people, including one Simon who had never skated before. Due to past iceskating times I apparently have exceptional balance on the ice. Consequentially 'twas I who held Simon's hand as he struggled round the icerink. It was very funny. After iceskating we all went back to Jessie's house and there was lots of tickling and laughter. All throughout the night...
Sunday morning I went home and worked. Oh yeah, I also had some fun with the cooking. I catapulted some food across the table- it was spectacular! Except it landed on my thumb and now my thumb is all blown up and ugly, but I think it will go down soon and it doesn't really hurt so it's all good.
On Monday not much occured. In fact I remember nothing. I believe I spent some time doing my history coursework and on the phone.
Tuesday there was a history trip! I went to the Imperial War Museum. The day was spent looking at historical artifacts, viewing exhibits and playing cards.

That was the past. On to the present...
Wahay. Right now I am alright, slightly coldridded, which is annoying. But not all that bad. I have finished my history coursework which is due in tomorrow. I am on top of all my work, except chemistry, which won't be checked, so I will do it tomorrow or perhaps tonight when I "go to bed".

The future...
During the week I need to pack my bag for DofE, but that is it.
On Friday I am lucky enough to be going to the theatre with my parents and brothers.
Saturday holds the delights of Steve's party! (Which I am very looking forward to.)
On Sunday I will set off on my DofE treck, which will last until Tuesday. Helen is going too, so that is ultra cool! I will be taking my maths coursework with me, which will fill my evenings, making me slightly antisocial but I will try to keep a good balance of work and play.
Tuesday night I will spend in my own bed (Woo yay!)As on Wednesday morning I will have to be up birght and early as we're going to the Lake District to do more walking! Exciting, no? So I will walk a lot and do maths, again, in the evenings.
On Friday night/ early morning Saturday I will once again return home and will spend the weekend at choir rehearsals.

I'm busy, I am. After all these fabulous events I will preceed to put some more stuff on the blog. I have written thousands of poems since I last blogged, though I don't think many of them are very good. But yeah. That's it. I hope everyone has lovely half terms. See some of you at Steve's. Lots of love.