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N'importe Moi!- Poetry, thoughts, dreams and bollocks by Kell-BellYou like stuff? Well, welcome to my own little collection of same! November 24 walk the line
I want a Johnny Cash tee shirt
s'il te please ! ^^
and this dress...
![]() call me emo, I don't care!! it's so putain de cool.
speaking of putain de cool... FRENCH FESTIVAL TOMORROW! woooooooooooaaaah {}ideas in my head
pen in my hand,
hole in my heart
seconds move and leave me behind
ideas in my head
pen in my hand,
hole in my heart
Out of my mind
Text: Moi [(Kelly)] 23/11/2006 (c)
Listening: The Jam- A Town Called Malice Thought: I don't know weather I should continue this blog!
November 20 A baby is in HeavenI know I've already posted today, but I had to come back. I had to write. My mum just came in to my room and told my that Tilly, a little girl I used to be neighbours with hung herself three weeks ago at the age of fifteen.
Although I'd never really thought about her again until now, when my mother told me I covered my face and felt tears well up in my eyes. As I type this now, I feel as though my fingers have heartbeats, daft way of putting it, I know. My breathing is shallow; I'm trembling. And that number just keeps echoing in my head. Fifteen. Cody is fifteen. When I met Jean he was fifteen. Fifteen.
And so I've decided to publish this poem that I've been hiding for a little while. Just because I really appreciate how lucky I am right now; in this moment, and how lucky I have been. How lucky anyone who can smile is, really.
Lucky Number In a different world, there lived a little girl Who saw nightmares as reality. They say it’s just a task that she’s gonna pass, But that she just cannot believe. She’s feeling so lost; even tears seem to cost She’s got nowhere else to go. Gets the knife and picks up the phone; after the ring tone, A voice says “Baby, no.”
And I’ll never forget what happened when you said those words For the first time love was so much stronger than hurt. Thank you, my angel.
They can think what they want about the reason I no longer cry, I just smile because they’ll never really understand why. They can think whatever they want; I know what happened that night: The sound of your voice saved my life.
Dedicated to Sophie Rogers, who said those words to me and to Tilly. I only wish I could have said them to you. R.I.P Kelly a poem. ahem. In the mirror girl I see, you aren't always the same.
You like to change and surprise me;
Peekaboo's your favourite game.
And at night, while girl lies in bed sleeping,
Out of that same mirror on the wall
Uncertainty comes slowly creeping...
I wrote the first 3 lines of this poème quite a long time ago and put that in a poetry anthology for an English project, which I think my teacher hated. Oh well, point being I added the other bits today. It's still very incomplete. Basic concept is there, all the same...
[...CHANGE...]
il change pas. bon, pas trop enfin. j'arrive pas à décider si c'est moi ou ma situation qui change. mon point de vue, quoi. je change. il change pas. c'est bon. je l'aime comme il est. je l'aime. grrR!
envie de lui dire, envie de revivre les bon moments... =(
text: Me
Photo: Billy Elliot. Nothing to do with text, just a bloody good film. and i loooove the best friend November 18 shoot. miss. react?*you have to find the hidden text. Tis a game. you win. I'm not even playing, Idiot
![]() je t'aime.
ta gueule. them
they say that if you love someone, you're there with them. Simple.
me
I'm here; you're there. and yet...??
KXXEXXLXXL
listening: Red Hot Chilli Peppers- Snow
thinking: too much, probably
waiting: to see Jean. Come on, man! just get on a plane! not hard!
pix\\piX//pIx
Kelly [by] Kelly
testing the camera XD November 16 forget Ron Weasly... Christophe Mali!"Le premier amour est toujours le dernier..."
![]() I want to marry him
(at least, that's how I feel this week.) ^^
Drama Exam aujourd'hui!! (shiiit)
But is last exam! (yeeaah)
K...E...L...L...-...B...E...L...L
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