Archive | January, 2012

ABC Award, Versatile Blogger Award, and 7X7 Link Award!

30 Jan

Having spent a couple of days internet free, I signed in today to find I’ve been nominated for Three different Blog Awards!! Wow! I’m so grateful to the wonderful Bloggers that have nominated me! Thank you!

So, I’m going to put all three awards on one post (Yes, I’m being lazy, I know).

The first two, The Versatile Blogger Award (again, eep!) and The 7×7 Link Award I was nominated for by the wonderful Thank you so much and I hope everyone checks out her blog soon!!

The third (actually the first, but I’m too tired to work that out right now…) is The ABC Blogger Award which I was nominated for by the incredible

Each of these awards have different requirements, which will be confusing on the one post, but I’ll write down the rules anyway so that the lovely blogs I’m going to nominate will know what to do! So, I’m going to do a separate list for each Award (yay! I get to nominate more people and won’t feel so guilty for forgetting!! 😀 )

The Versatile Blogger Award.


Okay, so the rules for this award are:

  1. You must give credit to the person that has nominated you and create a link to their blog in your post.
  2. You must create a list of 15 blogs that you enjoy most and link to those as well. Then you must go and tell them you have nominated them. That means if you do not have 15, you cannot do this step. If you do not complete this step, then you cannot claim this award.
  3. Finally, you must create a list of seven things about yourself.

The Blogs I’m going to nominate are

Okay, seven things, right

  1. The only book I’ve ever given up reading is the Bible.
  2. It’s my mum’s Birthday today and I forgot to buy her a card, so had to resort to making one. Sorry! And Happy Birthday!
  3. My desk and book shelf are so full with books that they’re stacked three high now.
  4. I once super glued my fingers together and had to bandage them up ’cause I ripped the skin off trying to separate them.
  5. My sole is starting to fall off my shoe but I’m still to scarred from the above incident to try and fix it.
  6. I once fainted down a flight of stairs and landed on a cat. Miraculously, it survived.
  7. My least favourite novel is Mansfield Park even though Jane Austen is my favourite Author. It’s Fanny Price, she’s such a dish rag!

The 7×7 Link Award

  1. Share something about me that no one (in the blogging community) knows…
  2. Link up to 7 posts of mine that I feel worthy:
  3. Nominate 7 bloggers for this award and inform them (with pleasure)

Okay, so something no one knows about me is that I’ve recently given myself a pretty impressive black eye when my copy of the Q’uran fell from the top of my wardrobe. I’m not too sure how I feel about that…

Right 7 posts of mine. Oh dear (I had written ‘Oh God’ but I thought it was a wise idea not to, in case I end up being attacked by a Bible…) this is pretty tough. I’m so bad at being nice about my own work. Urgh. Right, this is probably the best of a bad bunch, but oh well.


The seven bloggers I’ve nominated for this award are

The ABC Blogger Award

  1. Thank the person who nominated you
  2. There is no limit to how many fellow bloggers you can nominate so go crazy 
  3. Share some things about you but alphabetically just a word or two about you starting with each alphabet. (Or alternatively, just write the first word you think of like I did. I’m sure the first will be more interesting, but my way is easy and doesn’t make my head hurt. Too much.)

A Anna Karenina N Night
B Bananas O Oddball
C Cuddles P Penguins
D Ducks Q Queen
E Easter R Radiators
F Flumps S (Sesame Street) *Not going to write the first word I thought of, my parents read this blog.
G Gargoyles T Turtles
H Happy U Urchins
I Insects V Violets
J Jam W Words
K Kittens X Xray
L Laughter Y Yodel
M Monkey shoes Z Zigzags

Right, I’m going to behave and not just copy and paste my blog roll, even though it’s easier and I wish I could nominate everyone! But it’s not really fair. *grumbles* Okay, here goes…

Whew. That’s a loooong list and I’ve still not managed to chose everyone!! Anyway, I’m going to attempt to let all those I’ve nominated know soon. Once again, if I’ve not done so within a couple of days, someone just give me a poke, make sure I’m still conscious. Thanks and *hugs* to and for nominating me!


Oh dear… My apologies if I’ve nominated you for the Versatile Blogger award twice….


One Lovely Blog Award

26 Jan

I’ve been nominated for the Lovely Blog Awardby the wonderful Soma! ( ) Thank you so much, and I’d like to recommend everyone go visit her blog! It’s truly amazing. Go, shoo! Actually, no wait, read the list of blogs I’ve nominated too! They’re also fantastic! I’m sure many have been nominated for this blog award before, so don’t feel obliged to repost if you don’t want! I’ve tried to chose blogs that I didn’t nominate for the last one, there’s so many good bloggers I’m following and I wish I could give you all a nomination!! 😀 Also, apologies for being late. Again.

I’ll try to inform all the bloggers on here tomorrow/Friday. If not, someone should give me a nudge to make sure I’m still awake. And breathing. 🙂

I Wonder

25 Jan

I wonder

I wonder if we’ll ever have the chance

To ride a rainbow, as we used to say

We’d do. I wonder if we’ll ever climb,

To the top of the world in just a day,

Or build a rocket ship and sail off to

The moon. I wonder, will we ever see

a unicorn, a fairy or an imp?

Or will we ever get the chance to be

A ballerina and an astronaut?

A Princess and a prince? Will we ever

get to swing higher than the sky? Will we

ever make a song and dance together,

And prance through a garden of leprechauns?

Skip through a shimmering ring of fairies?

Play in a pot of Gold, clasping tightly

Each other’s hands? Climb up the trees,

Fly through the air, be monkeys for a while?

Whisper our secrets of such importance?

I wonder, will we ever finish our

Dig to china through the sand? Or balance

All our hopes on a tower of cards and

Watch with delight as it all tumbles down?

I wonder, will we ever read stories

About magic frogs and forgetful clowns?

Will we ever catch ourselves a pocket

Full of posies, a tiger by the toe?

Or will we one day find ourselves alone

And wondering ‘just where did it all go?’ 


Dear Semi-Colon,

12 Jan

 Semi-colons don’t like me. They never have. Not since I offended them, placing them next to a Conjunction. Apparently they don’t get on. Some feud way back when the Colon was the big shot in town. But then the Semi-colon came along, and Grammar has never been the same. The conjunction never forgave the Semi-colon for ousting its friend, the Colon, out of all the good Sentences.

I only made the mistake once, but it was enough for the Semi-colon never to trust me again. Try though I did to make it up to them, putting them between all the best Clauses, they were never satisfied.

They never behaved how they were supposed to after that day. The darn Semi-colons started turning up places I swear I hadn’t put them! Wedging themselves in between unconnected Sentences, sticking themselves to the end of them, even turning up where the Comma used to live! And then, when I put them in between their Clauses, nice and safe, they started running all over the page! Hiding, trying to disguise themselves as Colons!

Well, Semi-colons, I say enough is enough. I’m tired of you and your feisty little friends playing tricks on me. I’m taking over my writing again, and you will stay where I put, or else I’ll leave you off the page and put a Comma in your place! How would you feel then, Semi-colon, knowing you’d been replaced by a measly Comma? You wouldn’t like it, would you? Well, I suggest you remember that the next time you decide to play funny beggars, roaming around my paragraphs like you own them.

The Versatile Blogger Award

9 Jan


Dear Fellow Bloggers,

I have been nominated for the VERSATILE BLOGGER AWARD, by

Thank you so much! Your blog is always the highlight of my day and receiving this nomination from you is incredible.

The rules are as follows:

  1. Thank the award-giver and link back to them in your post

  2. Share 7 things about yourself
  3. Pass this award along to 15 recently discovered blogs you enjoy reading
  4. Contact your chosen bloggers to let them know about the award

Seven things about myself;

  1. I am obsessed with beetroot.
  2. I have an inner voice that constantly narrates my life. It feels like I’m in my own story.
  3. When I write poems my ‘brain narrator’ stays female, but I hear the words of the poem in a male voice.
  4. More often than not my poems are about women. I find this easier to understand with my male ‘inner poet’.
  5. I have a terrible memory.
  6. I cry like a baby at everything.
  7. I’m still too scared to watch Bambi alone after being terrified by it when I was wee.


It was so difficult to chose just 15 out of the many wonderful blogs that I read! And I know that you probably have all been nominated before, but you are all ‘recently discovered‘ blogs to me, so I thought I’d nominate you anyway!


Nominations are, in no specific order:



I recommend visiting all of these blogs, if you haven’t already, they’re brilliant! 


To cut out my heart

8 Jan

To cut out my heart

I had this odd desire

To cut out my heart

Grind it to a powder

And sprinkle it in your tea.

I wanted you to taste

This wealth of love

I’ve got growing in me

Like a butterfly in a coccoon

Or a cancer in a festering sore.

This desire grew more

And more until I

Just couldn’t stop it. I

Had to do it, make you see.

I grabbed the sharpest knife

That was to hand,

And carved, Deeper and Deeper.

At first a shallow hole, but soon

It grew. More and More and More.

I wanted to take it

Out and crush it, then

Sprinkle each little drop,

Dissolve it, you wouldn’t see.

But you would taste it,

On your tongue as

You sipped it into you,

All my love, devotion, worship.

And so I pulled, I ripped and I tore

And I dug in my fingers

Racked my nails through skin

And muscles, and as I felt

That first beating rhythm in me

I clenched hard and pulled

And in my hand

I held my heart and wondered

At its weight, its size, its nothingness.

My heart, a blood filled muscle, nothing more

Than an empty sack. How

Could this hold such depth

Of feelings, captured so?

One cut, I set them free.

Stay with me through the night. *edited.

8 Jan

Stay with me through the night.

I’ve never felt more comfortable than

I do, wrapped soundly in your arms. Held tight

Against the suffocating darkness. Can

You stay here and hold me through the long night?

Will you stay here and fight the ghosts and ghouls

And memories that haunt me? Stay here with me

My darling, comforting me as sleep pulls

Me to its depth and takes me through a sea

Of dreams. Will you wait through my dreams, my dear?

Will you comfort me, love me, rescue me?

Will you be there to fight away the fear?

Will you stay with me, through the long, dark night?

Say you will, my sweet, hold me as I sleep

Or I shall be alone, and I shall weep.

**Guys, I’m really sorry to keep bombarding you all with poems! They just keeping falling out of my brain!

**I AM NOT A POEM** ;) Am I being too subtle?

8 Jan

It’s been a while since I’ve actually ‘blogged’ anything on here other than poetry and while I’d like you all to think that this is because I’ve had far more interesting things to be occupying my time with, it blatantly isn’t. So all I can do is apologise, for what must be the millionth time for this now, and promise I’ll write again sooner! (Brilliant use of the English Language right there.)

But you see, I’ve found myself in a bit of a conundrum with this blog lately. I’m kind of writing two blogs in one, which is never a good idea. I love both parts of it, writing ( ie. whinging) about my day (or week (Okay, month)) and all the things that happen, and writing poems and (hopefully soon, although I also say this all the time, but I actually mean it this time. Really. I promise. **crosses fingers behind back**) short stories.  However, I know that the people who read this are split into two main groups, one group read my poetry and don’t want to put up with my every day life drivel, while another group, mostly friends and family, actually want (for some unfathomable reason) to read about what I’ve been up to, and don’t want to read my poor attempts at being poetic.

Now, I’ve been trying to work out how to fix this. Should I make a sign or a picture or something to differentiate between different posts? No, too difficult, and confusing for myself. Should I make my blog two columned to show the different parts separately? Again, no. Should I have a separate blog for one and the other? Absolutely not, way too difficult. And then I came to the conclusion that a couple lines in you would be able to tell for yourself anyway so I’m overcomplicating. Still, I feel kind of guilty that you would waste your time looking at poetry when you don’t want to read it, or vice versa, so if someone wants to leave a comment with ideas, that’d be grand!

Now, back to business. You can all probably see that my writer’s block, at least regarding poetry, has been well and truly booted. I have been writing non-stop for days now without once having to suppress the urge to stab my dictionary to death with my fountain pen. Yay! My short story writing is coming along too, if a little slowly. I have slightly less vague ideas, several plans, and about two pages of a couple of them written. So, again, Yay!

The last time I posted was before Christmas. Oh, last year. Oops. Now I feel guilty… Anyway, I can’t remember what I wrote about and don’t have internet access at the moment, so I’m winging it and hoping I hadn’t said I’d write something and forgotten it.

Well, my holidays have been good, mostly quiet with a couple of hectic, drunken nights and a few rows thrown in. Typical Christmas really. Santa was good to me, but not as good as I was to myself before hand, going mad on Amazon and coming home to find my mum staring in annoyance at a knee high pile of books, wondering how the ‘couple’ I’d warned her might be delivered home turned into a couple dozen. Again, oops.

New Years was great too. I went out this year, for the first time, on New Years Eve, and I’m proud to say I stuck to my pre-New Years resolution and didn’t drink as much as I’d expected. After Black Friday, I’d promised myself never to drink again. Ever. Okay, so I only kind of kept my resolution, but I did try!

I think the Friday before Christmas is probably the drunkest I’ve ever been. I’m not planning on turning this blog into a diary of my drunken escapades, so have no fear. I will, however, make a pledge to never drink Vodka like water again, never drunkenly confess my deepest secrets to my ‘new best friend’ (who has actually turned into a good friend), never consume so much alcohol my legs become completely useless, never lose my I.D and find it in my shoe the next day, never eat donnor meat, ever again, and never, ever, ever, fall asleep next to a basin of my own vomit and then roll over. I may be scarred for life.

I don’t want you to get the wrong impression, I’ve NEVER been that drunk before, and once in a lifetime is more than enough. I think I’ve scared myself out of doing it again, to be honest, because I’ve had my first experience with black outs and memory loss. This is something I never want to experience again. Waking up in the morning, wondering what the hell you’d done on the walk/drive home is not a good sign. Not to mention, I could have gotten myself into a lot of trouble.

So, other than that, I’ve had a great holiday. I’m so looking forward to 2012. I’m determined to see it as a fresh start. I’m going to start getting out more, and make more of an effort to be social, I’m going to keep ahead of my course work, I’m going to write at least a dozen short stories and I’m going to bloody well be on time for my blog posts!

A belated Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to everyone!


P.S. I have a couple more poems to go up tonight! Keep an eye out for them. If you want…

I miss you.

6 Jan

I miss you.

I miss you. Three simple words I use,

Meant to capture what is in my heart.

How inadequate they seem to me,

In the face of this misery tearing me apart.

Yet, how else can I describe to you

This gaping hole pulsing in my chest,

Crushing my lungs, suffocating me,

Every time I think of you? A smothering weight pressed

On my heart from inside out. Empty,

Growing, strong enough to paralyse

The beat in my chest. How can I tell

You of the catch in my breath, each time I glimpse your eyes

In the face of a stranger? How can

I explain the quiver of my lip

As I steal traces of your smell in

Anonymous crowds? Or the painful hopes that grip

Me when I see your smile shine out from

A sea of cold faces? When I hear

Your laugh ring through the empty silence

Of my room, or the roaring noise, abusing my ears

Of faceless nobodies? How do I,

With these useless, empty words, describe

The longing, the disappointment and

Pain that I can’t even begin to contemplate, let alone scribe

In my simple pen? How do I tell

How my own imagination has

Turned against me, feeding the black hole

Crushing my heart with thoughts of you, of your face,

Your eyes, your lips, your smile, everything?

How even my own subconscious mind

Is torturing me with images

Like my deepest desires are on a loop behind

My eyes, a constant motion each time

I lay my head upon my pillow,

An assault on my senses, and as

I awake and reach for you, my hand closing through

Nothing, I feel the pressure in my

Chest get stronger, as the thought of you

Builds with no release, save desperate tears

And a lonely whisper in the darkness. I miss you.

If you could see me now

6 Jan

Sorry, I know I’m bombarding you with poetry tonight. Think I’ve been bitten by the writing bug. I’m not to sure about this one. I guess it’s a start. I’ll redo it at a later date…. 🙂

If you could see me now.

I wonder what you would say if you knew,

Each night before I sleep, I close my eyes

And imagine you were here beside me.

How would you react to the broken cries

I just can’t stop, and the sorrowed whimpers

That escape my lips as I think of you

And know that no matter how hard I might

Wish, and pray, you will never be there to

Stop them, to comfort me as you once did?

To hold me back and tell me that it would

all be fine. That you’d not let anything

Hurt me. Or anyone. That you’d take care

of me, and look after me, let me cling

to you and sob my heart out, knowing that

No matter what I told you, you’d never

Turn your back on me. How would you feel if

You could see how I miss you whenever

My head hits the pillow and I have time

To think, to remember, to let your face

fill my mind, your smile, your eyes, everything?

When I at last let you out of the place

That I’ve hidden you every day, to keep

You from invading every moment so that

I cannot breathe as thoughts of you seep

Into my mind, I fall apart, and I know

How you’d feel to see this, I need not ask.

Ashamed, disappointed, knowing that I

Did not heed your words, did not believe

It would be ok. Because it wasn’t. And isn’t.