Writers Block

My friends want me to post something new. Sorry guys but I haven't had a free hour lately, I promise I'll put something up soon =D

I think I should send a shoutout to my mates and the people I love and/or respect more than licorice allsorts...

Firstly, my favoritest person in the world who isn't even a person is my dog Patch. I love her so much, she is by best friend in the entire world, and has been my best friend for 10 years now =D

Secondly, my friends from far away... The big city... Kae Kae, Matt S., Jacqui, Raven and all the others. I love you so much =D

Hannah, I love you but i'm not sure where to put you... I'll put you in the middle =D

Thirdly my friends in my hometown, Rebekah, Ella, Ryan, Tim, Stacey, etc...

Fourthly, my favorite teacher, my support line, the person I can always turn to when I need a hand, Miss. Foster...

My family- Katie, Emma and Daniel, and my new additions, Bronte and thing 2.

My workmate, Fred... and sometimes Jess. Lol =D

So thankyou to you all, you are worth so so much to me, and I will always be here to protect you - so if anyone reading this is going to hurt my friends, you are going to die shortly afterwards.

Love yoouse all,

Clear.Tears

Someday- One of my Songs

This song isn't really finished... Just started singing it to myself and started to record the lyrics, but here it is anyway... Hope you like it =D

Someday-

You hold my hand, we run away
Picture perfect, life was great,
Our hair streaming behind us,
Someday never mattered

We were friends,
we said forever
Someday never mattered.
As long as we were together.

Get out the limo, they're wearing black
I hate it being like that
Above the rain begins to pour
Like the tears streaming down my face
Why aren't you there to wipe them away?

I'm lying in bed, can't get no sleep,
Hugging my pillow close to me
It is cold.
Why aren't you there to hold me tight?

I'm not the person I used to be.
You gave me love, you gave me life,
Now me and myself is left in this fight.

You made me smile, you made me laugh
You gave me the best times of my life
You held me up,
And now I'm down
On my knees I keep saying and praying
Someday... Someday...

Now I know you're not coming back
Someday maybe I'll get over that.

Word.Vignette

I crept slowly down the cold granite path, edging closer and closer to the doorway to my home. My feet sensed the difference between the light and shadow, their tentative steps creating an echo that made me feel comforted, as though another was walking alongside me. My hand, trembling, stretched towards the handle, and froze. My heart throbbed unpredictably like a strobe light, and my throat constricted so tightly it felt as though a rope was strangling me. I stopped, not because I wanted to, but because my legs refused to move. This sound. This was the sound that controlled me, as though I was a jerking marionette. Beyond the heavy, wooden, closed door, beyond the music pounding through my ears, beyond my determination not to listen, I could still hear them. Hear their screams, the taunting, the fury, the niggling. All the more clear was the pointlessness, and, more intimately, the hurt. My hurt, my torment, my anxieties. All the pain I endured, and, for what? Why? It had nothing to do with me. There was no way out. No possible way out. I was standing before my dungeon, the dungeon that imprisoned my heart.

I opened the door, and the torrent of sound hit me like a bullet. This sound, this memory, that haunted my dreams, haunted my reality.

There I was, falling backwards into a smooth cream wall, which emitted no more comfort or warmth than a dentist’s office. There they were, placed on two chairs around a square table. Eyes flashed, mouths clashed, all the while, their body’s jerking like a devil fighting with an angel. I was separate from them. I was alone, left to my thoughts. Within my head, another battle raged. This battle was one that could not be won, but was the result of constant tussles.

“Bang, crash!”, there was my dad, sarcastically impersonating his idea of the sound of Mum’s washing up. My head tilts in a silent scream- Shut up!!!, but he doesn’t hear those meaningful words, and my mouth doesn’t open to say them. I watch on, life moving in slow motion. I watch his eyes narrow, the mouth open, and close again as though his mouth was mechanical. I can’t hear him. I don’t want to hear him. Words are harmless, but the intention, that’s the real weapon. That intention was what tortured me, like a dagger stabbing through me, again, and again, and again.

I walk uneasily to my bedroom. The happy times hung mockingly on the wall- smiles that right now, seemed so long ago. I hear the door slam in the distance, the glass windows shaking, and the swearing that results in the kitchen.

Silence. Dead silence. It’s my fault. Now there is nothing. No love, no communication, numb feeling, numb hurt. Nothing but hurt.