shrapnel-shot existance
dear lj
I feel as though I should stay true to my new semi-resolution of using (and abusing) you by updating. Unfortunately, I am mentally exhausated. Thus...bullet points
*I went to Ireland to visit Ciara
*this was good
*One day you will probably be spammed by photographs from her cameramera
*tragically my train was Massively Delayed last night, meaning I got in about 2.30am.
*yawn
*I am now a hugely sophisticated second year
*if you believe that, you'll believe anything
*Cardoff is still the best city in the world
*and english there defies all other degrees everywhere
*trufaxx machine
*the first series of the bbc robin hood was entertaining, but I'm not sold on the second yet
*I may or may not have a man
*I'm talking complete crap
*you probably know me
*this really is speaking for speech's sake. Only...silent
*how odd
* Meme. Please?
*and now back to basics
*I keep having phases of not-eating. Followed by stupid eating. ick.
*and, of course, everyone is Ageing
A twisted, languid, arabesque;
and the leaves are falling.
Old dancers, crooked, knees
knocking with arthritis, joints
crackling with age, they
leave the stage of their
halcyon days and, spinning, slowly
subside. They are not
young like some, all
supple veins and
fresh green hues, but
weathered, worn away to
golds and coppers that
stretch from view as far as
eyes can see. Each
leaves their natural stage
one by one
as seasons dance by
and summer becomes
a memory of kings of old,
passing life through earth to
something new, and buried,
by Time's sickle, in
soil with fading gold.
I feel as though I should stay true to my new semi-resolution of using (and abusing) you by updating. Unfortunately, I am mentally exhausated. Thus...bullet points
*I went to Ireland to visit Ciara
*this was good
*One day you will probably be spammed by photographs from her cameramera
*tragically my train was Massively Delayed last night, meaning I got in about 2.30am.
*yawn
*I am now a hugely sophisticated second year
*if you believe that, you'll believe anything
*Cardoff is still the best city in the world
*and english there defies all other degrees everywhere
*trufaxx machine
*the first series of the bbc robin hood was entertaining, but I'm not sold on the second yet
*I may or may not have a man
*I'm talking complete crap
*you probably know me
*this really is speaking for speech's sake. Only...silent
*how odd
* Meme. Please?
*and now back to basics
*I keep having phases of not-eating. Followed by stupid eating. ick.
*and, of course, everyone is Ageing
A twisted, languid, arabesque;
and the leaves are falling.
Old dancers, crooked, knees
knocking with arthritis, joints
crackling with age, they
leave the stage of their
halcyon days and, spinning, slowly
subside. They are not
young like some, all
supple veins and
fresh green hues, but
weathered, worn away to
golds and coppers that
stretch from view as far as
eyes can see. Each
leaves their natural stage
one by one
as seasons dance by
and summer becomes
a memory of kings of old,
passing life through earth to
something new, and buried,
by Time's sickle, in
soil with fading gold.