21.11.10

NIGHT SEVENTEEN feat. Joss



I'm a better woman than I've ever been,
'Cause now I know the score.
I got my sights square on my dreams,
I can't be talked at no more.
You try to tell me that, 'That ain't the truth.'
You say, 'You gotta dream small.'
But I'll believe it when you show me the proof,
and you can watch as I fall.
'Cause see now I got better things to do,
I got a new life and I'm feelin' right on.
No longer will I listen to you,
'Cause my head is high and my spirit is strong.


xx

1.11.10

DAY SIXTEEN


all he said was 'Hold on.'

all i said was 'Don't let go.'

all he thought was 'I've got u.'

all i thought of was u.  

13.9.10

DAY FIFTEEN


she took to the sea 
paddling in its promise
of a brand new year


happy birthday. xx

9.9.10

DAY FOURTEEN


Even if it meant splicing time,
he was flying.
Even if it meant suspending disbelief,
he was flying.
Even if it meant an impact harder than the sobering truth of gravity,
he was flying.
The moment he closed his eyes he felt it,
this is flying.

4.9.10

EVENING THIRTEEN


My Grandad used to race bikes. He was part of a club. Not like the kind of club you see these days mobbing the cafes en masse, replete with lycra and the 'Business Section'. No, these guys were dedicated. It was only a small club. Four members in total to be exact. Apparently they met during their University days. All engineering students. None were what you would call studious though. It was only when a chain came off or in a pursuit to best a downhill record that lessons in mechanical advantage were ever learnt. They would ride 100 miles. Twice a week. If one of them got a puncture the others would whizz by and shout 'see you friday'

27.8.10

DAY TWELVE

LOST

 
                       
                       -> smooth red coat
                       -> quiet natured, enjoys being outside
                       -> last seen in the alley behind Piper St
                       -> responds to the name "Pouncer"

                       If found, please ring the bell.

26.8.10

NIGHT ELEVEN


They sat together upon the top of the hill overlooking Newcastle. 

From this vantage it was possible for them to see the entire lay of the land stretching out generously before their eyes. The glowing city huddled amongst the dark mountains presenting itself to them like a beautifully couched crown. Beneath the velvetly cloak of the night its tightly packed suburbs twinkled like clusters of jewels embedded in dense black earth. Stockton Bridge took up its graceful arch over the river where lights, like flecks of gold, helped navigate sleepy cars back to their sleepy homes. 

From up here it was hard to tell that the city was industrious and full of matter-of-fact people living matter-of-fact lives. Its soft flicker belied its history, a city driven by the coal industry. The laden coal trains heavily snaked their way through the back streets traversing the psyche of its inhabitants. It seemed to have an accumulative affect on the people here - all stoney faced, resilient to time and its weathering effects. 
But tonight up here beneath the sweep of stars all she saw was a glittering gem. 
He leaned in closer to her making sure his soft sentiments were heard.

"You're a diamond amongst all this Newcastle coal."