Can you handle it : Song

A song I wrote during the holidays about annoying indie kids.

Who are you?
I don't even know anymore
You face is covered in a hundred thousand layers
I can't even reconise you
Who?
Are you trying to impress
Wearing leopard print stockings under your dress,
slippers and an oversized cardigan.
Oh When
will you realise that
dressing like the crowd don't make
a real life
it's just a bunch real lies
and Why?
Can't you make a single decision for yourself,
your not like everyone else,
or at least that's how I remember you

So take off your fashion cloths
and slip into something comfortable
If you can handle that.
If you can Handle that.
So take off your little act,
and be yourself so I can love you
If you can handle that.
If you can Handle that.

You,
should pick up your guitar
you used to sing for me when I was ill
you have the most amazing singing voice
but still,
I wonder what you'd play for me,
now that it's post 2003,
You know I couldn't handle
psedo singer songwriter wannabe
You know I know who you are,
that's great you have a brand new car,
but can we talk about something important.
I don't care,
how many friends you have on facebook,
or what Janie said to tim to make him hate you,
maybe you could loosen up your tie,
and let some blood get to your head,
I really kills to hate you so much,

So take off your fashion cloths
and slip into something comfortable
If you can handle that.
If you can Handle that.
So take off your little act,
and be yourself so I can love you
If you can handle that.
If you can Handle that.

(Instrumental)

So take off your fashion cloths
and slip into something comfortable
If you can handle that.
If you can Handle that.
So take off your little act,
and be yourself so I can love you
If you can handle that.
If you can Handle that.

You and Me Against eh World: Song

it's you and me against the world

we are the saviors of all man
the son and daughter from his hand
a cactus in a sea of sand
it's only you who'd understand

When I saw you I knew you were
The girl who would save the world
we will cause their demise
a fall they can't capitalize
A descent caused by complete surprise
You are the savior in my eyes

it's you and me against the world

we are the saviors of all man
the son and daughter from his hand
a cactus in a sea of sand
it's only you who'd understand

Primal: A love Affair

This is a something I wrote after watching a whole bunch of Stephen King interviews, he is a real interesting man and his main tip was to write all the time regardless of quality or what it's for, because doing so hones your skills. So, while not scary like Stephen Kings work, this is a short story which I only started and have no intention of finishing

I bop my arm up and down and feel the weight of the book in my grasp. The heaviness feels good. It must be some kind of prehistoric, primal urge, to enjoy holding heavy objects. The size of the book probably does something to my ego. Just to think I’ll be reading so many pages. It makes me feel a lot smarter than I usually feel.

I take the book in both hands, savouring every moment. I take a seat, adjust myself and get comfortable, making sure all my clothing faces forward so I don’t get frustrated. I open the book and quickly begin to flick through the pages, fanning myself. I shove my nose between the pages and let that new book smell waft into my nostrils. It smells like knowledge and trees, I feel like the most important person in the world. Like this book was written just for me.

I study the cover with my fingers, they squeak against the gloss. I caress the spine, fingering the one crease that was made while I was enjoying its scent. My eyes scan the cover, “Something Unusual” by Anton Bradbury. I melt. The novel opens to the first page as if on its own and my eyes race across the text.

I was in heaven.

Intro

This is my second blog, I'll be using it to post things that I have already written as well as a means to link longer works for my main blog.

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