What Next?I grabbed a pencil,mighty force smashed it to the paper belowA loud bang filled the silence and the nib split into shardsThe paper was punctured a tear left by a holeI screwed up the paper ,and away it flew.What Next
?The lamp,I raked it off the table from which it stoodOnto the tiled floor with a heavy hearted crackThe bulb gave way, shattering itself into several crystalsI flung the table to the side, it hit the brick wall with a thud.What Next
?Her clothes,Out the window they wentWith a whoosh through the wind they flewAnd floated,weaving gently to the grass below.What Next
?The photo,Two faces printed side-by-side.Hatred shouted and surgedTorn into two it was,A lighter to the photo, as it burnt into smoke.What Next
?A knife, maybe.What next?Death instantly
Lonely Girl...Lonely girl against the cold stoned wall.Her life changed from rise to fall.She cries through the night, trying to hold on,But no one can see or hear her, she's on her own.This lonely girl needs a tender touch or hold,Someone to love and protect her,And hide her from the cold
Lonely girl, please don't cry.Your pain hurts we know, but please don't hide.Wipe those tears away and put on a smile
A smile upon your scared face,
added with a warm and angelic embrace.Little girl, it will all be ok.We promise to care and treasure you,For what it's worth "we are protecting you"I know its hard, to see through the darkBut remember those good times down at the park.With your mother pushing your swing at six-months old,And your father calling you his little princess at seven years old.They may not be here now, but remember the good times,As these are the memories we need to live on with,Lonely girl, please don't cry,us angels are watching
This unavoidable thing...*I'm hiding something.Something dark, mean and dangerous.A secret to be kept silent.As I transform into the nights inevitable violent.*Boyfriend one, Boyfriend two, Boyfriend three.Each one with their own characteristic key.Cleverness, happiness, bravery and love.They all offer, the insignificant above.This awful unavoidable thing in me,I try to change, but I'll never be free.Because wherever I go, whatever I do,Evil is watching, both me and you.I'm a player of my own,I offer no one a fair fight.This unavoidable thing in me,Offers both, pleasure and delight
Don't turn around to see the knife.I will cut you down and slice your strife.As I said before
I offer no one a fair fight.As I am the murderous, victorious, Lady of the night.
Undying Love...Into the deep lashing water I fell,Over a cliff edge, into the blue.My beating heart signalling a final farewell,The final beat, my love
for you.The sharp cold ran up my spine,As deaths chill began to settle.Your pictures traced in my mind,Your wings, Our Love, My angel.Darkness did swirl around me,Closed eyes, wishing for the best.For what must be, shall be
Our next meeting, in silent, joint death
Cold-Hearted Killer...Cold-Hearted Killer-Your mean ways show, through your heart of steel,No care, no friend, no love, no feel...Dead and buried these feelings are,Once a cut, now a scar...The victims of your evil, the silent runaways...To shed a tear of remembrance, of those better days.Torture and murder, Punishment and regret,Hatred and disloyalty, they'll never forget...Your angered mind and your so-called pleasure,Of taking women's lives, as if its treasure...That man who laughs at the sight of the deceased,Don't ever come round here...You savage beast!Cold Hearted Killer!We know what you are!So don't come here, meaning no harm.Again a delicate body, to be found only black,For you are a menace and that-is-that...
The Shining Knight...From under the light I saw your face,Calm and beautiful, even with grace.Your sunlit aura, that ray of light,Shall glow on through, my shining knight.My savour has come from far and wide,The secrets I know, in him I confide.The legends, the stories, which seem so un-true.*And yet he proudly stands before me,Showered in gold glitter and glory.*Knowing that the rescue, always ends, in two
The Diary Of A Lil Rich KidThursday 4th SeptemberGreat.Only 4 days left until I have to go back to school.There are only a 3 good things that come from this.1)I get to see all my little rich girl friends.2)I get to pick out a new school uniform, normally the pleated black skirt, fishnet tights and a white short-sleeved shirt and as a present from my mother, she is buying me a Black Gucci tummy belt, special edition, can't wait!3) I Get to see the LMS BoysBecause I go to a private school, girls are kept away from boys. Which is a deep shame due to the amazing amount of cute boys next-door.Personally I think it's silly.We should be able to mix with the opposite sex, so we know how to deal with them later in life. Father and Mother say they like it that we are split apart, so I can't be distracted from my future; Mum whispered to me that boys are a waste of time anyway. But I strongly disagree
I have only ever had one boyfriend because I have never really gone out by myself into Windsor. Dad says it'
The Diary Of A Little Rich KidThe quick download on my acquaintances!Anna-Maria is my ultimate best friend.We have been at LMS together for the last 3 years, 3amazing years.She is the only girl that seems to understand me.It has nothing to do with the fact that she is just as rich as me. She comes from the same part of the town (which is Windsor and that the two biggest houses here, are mine and hers)We also talk in the same Posh / normal accent as each other. We act and talk posh when we are meeting new people, throwing great parties and when we are at school.But as soon as we are at home, the snobby girl stops and the normal can't be bothered to do anything girl comes back. (Its called being a lazy teenager mum says).Last year, we both got our parents to fund a huge "Protect the whale" Campaign, because Anna-Maria and I both wanted to do something to help the world and as they are on the endangered list, we couldn't just sit around.It took a while to convince Anna's parents due to there beliefs, that we s
Diary Of A Little Rich KidWednesday 2nd of September:Hi their!I'm Lucinda-May Lillyana Hail. I know that seems one hell of a mouthful, but you can blame my rich parents for that one. Just call me Lucy-May, or Lilly-May,It's A LOT easier.A few small minor details about Moi!I'm 15 years of age(16 in 5 days) and needing a growth spurt A.S.A.P
I'm shorter than a 10 year old and need major surgery on my bum as it tends to stick out rather a lot in my skinny jeans. Just like a pear with another large bump coming out in some random place. My boobs are utterly huge! Not to mention I have to get nearly a new bra every 8 weeks, why can't they slow down on my already huge chest and concentrate on the lacking of my size!I thought bodies sorted themselves out, well, why the dam, is it insisting I need a backside like an elephant and boobs like a gorilla?!Something else I need to mention, both of my parents are multi-millionaires.My father owns loads of very valuable art work, which has recently gone up in valu