Grown

Your eyes take in the colour. The dream.
The soft blue skies and clouds of cream
Your fingers play the still clear air
Magic
Dust

You crane your neck, shut your eyes
Force yourself into the skies
Anything to erase
This overrated 'grown-up' phase

So tired of ills, of work, of stress
Who knew age could cause such mess
No.
Don't lose focus.

Go back to the dream
Ignore that frustrated inner scream
But time is up, the break is done
You've had your 15 minutes of fun

Now lower your head and open your eyes
Let out that longg exasssperated sighhh
Then turn around, go back indoors
Don't dare gaze back over the moors

Of 25 odd years ago
Of times of fun in sun and snow
Here lies the childhood of your soul
Whose cause of death you well know
Was when you walked into that bar
Wearing that damn wonderbra

Robyn xxx
10/06/2008

Gadgets!

Today we placed some gadgets down the left side of the blog, all of which will help you to find your way around!

We have a list of every post we have ever made, organised by month so if you remember reading an article in december, but can't remember anything else about it, you can find it that way! This is called "All Our Posts"

We have gadgets to help you find specific articles or types of articles called "Looking for something?"

We have a list of what we'll be writing about this month so you can look out for anything in particular, "Whats coming this month?"

You can now also subscribe to our blog for FREE and see our "followers" (or future Shakespeares, as we like to call them =]).

So enjoy all the gadgets and keep reading =]

Rob and Sym xxx

Return

He was going. He retched at the appearance of two guards in the doorway, both at least 6"2 with arms that could rip a baby in half, and faces that looked like they would. He had no choice but to go with them, though he was far from ready to go. He went, the docile prisoner, all the way to the prison gates, gently shifting the sharpened razor that was concealed in his fist. The guards stopped and turned towards him, and he could handle the anticipation no more. His adrenaline sliced the blade across the guards arm, doing little damage but causing massive commotion. He was beaten with a truncheon and frog marched back to his cell. Ron gently stroked the bars of the cell door and gazed lovingly at the dingy bunk and dirty toilet. He was home.

Still Playing

Thinking...
I like d0lls; they are fun to play with.

From my childhood, forever on his shelf.
Keeping clean- no mess!

I remember my younger years well...
Suck suck... Play play
Funny how some things never change.

Still....
Family Guy's on. I like Stewie- Watch him go!!
Nobody can hear the baby's speech.
Silly little Stewie- how sweet...
TEEHEE!!! heha...
Can't laugh too loud,
daddy might wake, tired these days
working late, working

hard. Had to roll over last night,
needed my sleep. 'Tax returns won't do themsleves'
"Neither will I...' came the reply.
He think I'm a wife on a shelf
Up, down, up down.
I do nothing else.

I'm smarter than they think...
He should watch the accounts,
I do more than just stand there
and pout.

Girls like me and...
PARIS HILTON!!
we go hand in hand....

Leave,
the fairy tales,
on my real daddy's lap.
Silent baby- I play and nap

He lay me down
Walked out and closed the door...

'... bye daddy...'

Symone xxx

How frustrating!!!

I'm trying to type up one of my poems for you guys, but i can't indent!!! The whole purpose of the poem is shown in its structure, but bleedin blogger wont let it have a bloody structure!!!!!!

PLEASE if anyone knows a solution, give it to me!!!

Robyn xxx

Blind? We wish.

Whoever said that love is blind
Has clearly not taken to mind
That what men love beyond compare
Has double D breasts and long blonde hair

Admittedly there are a few
Who'll want to know the inner you
But they're more likely to give their heart
To Stephen, Michael, Paul or Bart

Robyn xxx
17/05/2008

All Poetry is copyrighted

Poetry's on its way!

From tomorrow, we will be posting our poetry on here for you guys to read and comment on so keep it nice please! (not that it matters, because we check your comments first anyway!)

All our poetry is copyrighted, so don't even think of copying any!!!!! We're watching you!

We won't be doing any guides to writing poetry, because for us poetry should have very few set rules otherwise it loses it's creativity! What we will be doing is making posts about the different types of poetry out there for you guys to try!

Hope you like it!

Rob and Sym