Archive for September, 2009

we make out on the lonely sundays
September 30, 2009


Dargas loves it… wait… what?Picture 051-2
Belly button piercing?
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Beautiful song
September 12, 2009

Do you always trust your first, initial feeling?
Special knowledge holds truth, bears believing

I turned around
And the water was closing all around
Like a glove
Like the love
That had finally, finally found me
And I knew
In the crystalline knowledge of you
Drove me through the mountains
Through the crystal-like and clear water fountain
Drove me like a magnet
To the sea
To the sea
To the sea, yeah

How the faces of love have changed, turning the pages
And I have changed; oh, but you, you remain ageless
I turned around
And the water was closing all around
Like a glove
Like the love
That had finally, finally found me
And I knew
In the crystalline knowledge of you
Drove me through the mountains
Through the crystal-like and clear water fountain
Drove me like a magnet
To the sea
To the sea

I’ve had the same jeans on, for four days now
September 12, 2009

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I haven’t posted anything in a while.
Let’s just say I have been finding myself.
Which involved my fat beast friend coming over.
It is weird how I type up all my emotions, and then people read them.
I thought when I first began my blogging that no-one would read anything I wrote,
therefore I could write anything I want.
Now that people read what I write, do I have to start filtering my emotions again?
I’m afraid that at times I leave my writing too raw.

the truth is always in bold. we just never realise
September 4, 2009

My name is Catelyn. Never trust me in an op shop, I can guarantee you I will get carried away and buy too much. Walking in the rain is the bloody shizzle-if you have a big warm coat. I have very very minimal musical ability, but I am surrounded by those who do. You could say that I’m an honest person- but I could prove you wrong, very easily. I have never realised how much I enjoyed performing monologues until this year. In maths one day our teacher was typing this problem up, and we are all rushing to take notes so we can then pay attention to his explanation. All was well until he wrote that the character (who had travelled at many different angles) stopped at one point and took a sip of water. Yes, because that statement is significant to the problem and everything like that. It really did have no point, he just wanted to confuse us. Actually, my maths teacher constantly makes me laugh- when he sings to the class to express an idea, and when he creates interesting names like “Lucienne” to help us remember the problem. And of course, I can’t talk about him and forget to mention the title he gave a book in a simple interest problem. He named it “Mr Wurzles Adventures in Llama Land”. Sometimes I talk philosophically, and quote what famous people have said- only when you are lucky though. I am comfortable with a minimal amount of people. Today in our end of term chapel service, Megan and I substituted every noun with ‘crumpet’ in each of the hymns. My life is completed by doing spontaneous deeds with minimal thinking pre-hand. There are only two places you can be, home or away- which category do I fit in? I’ll change this world one day.

On the odd occasion I find poems I wrote a while ago. And on that same occasion- I realise I need to get a life
September 3, 2009

Sometimes during winter,
When I leave my house,
There is this type of breeze that distills me.
Almost like a sickly sweet cordial,
Or a bloated stomach,
It is uncomfortable and thick.
Warm air.
When I feel warm air lapping at my skin,
I know there is something coming,
Something waiting.
My mother always warned me that when I could feel warm air,
A storm wouldn’t be far off,
And it was our jobs to make sure Lily and Miffy were going to be ok.
I have always liked storms,
Mainly because of the thrill,
I will always be adventurous.
And I never seemed to mind warm air itself,
Because the only thing it brought was excitement,
and it had a funny edge to it that I couldn’t be angry at.
But at the same time I remember praying to God,
that the storm damn well didn’t hurt me.
You were my warm air.
Almost too warm to be any good,
and you weren’t good.
Maybe you were for a while,
A salvation,
But you got thicker and thicker, until I was stuck in a sauna
Burning as I waited for the storm to come.
You brought more than one storm though,
You brought more than I could count.
And I let you bring them,
I didn’t mind storms,
I liked the thrill,
I will always be adventurous.
And I didn’t mind the warm air itself.
It brought me excitement,
And it has a funny edge to it that I can’t be angry at.
The sad thing was, every one of the storms you brought; cut me like a knife.
Isn’t it scary the way love controls us.

This is my ukulele
September 2, 2009

Her name is pretty much Leh-leh
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