Maybe goodbye...

I have a new blog now, i had to get one with a better blog address, i had to, anyway no one really reads this blog so i guess it wont make much difference. I suppose i will have to delete this one but i will move all the good posts to my new blog...i just thought i should post, you know at least one last post and not abandon it. Eventually i will do the noble thing and delete it so that somebody else can have the good address for their blog www.qkxdy.blogspot.com!

Art

Did a five hour art exam today, it was pretty heavy going, but i only had to paint one picture and i didn't even finish that... i just realised that i wasn't thinking about anything other than my artwork when i was doing it, i was just concentrating on painting (apart from when i was having sneezing fits). I don't even get that kind of absorbed concentration when i'm writing and that is my true passion...
I wish i could show you the picture i painted, i am really quite proud of it... but i can't figure out this Hello picture thing, so thats all for now i have to revise for my double science exam.

Wishing fairies

I have just been into the field, i could not resist the temptation, its purple forget-me-not covered surface was bleached by summer sunshine. It made me feel nostaligic, to think of summer afternoons that i have spent wandering that field. And that is when i saw a dead dandelion, bristling with wishing fairies. I collected a fairy for every day of the summer and put it in a little trinket box, so each day in my summer i can make a little wish under the stars and set my fairy free to the wind...I wish it was summer...
F:BML, BMR, BMH, BMSF
Just a little secret wish!

Butterfly Island...

Not quite as obsessive as i expected myself to be, perhaps i cursed it with my presumptuosness.
This is the first paragraph of a story that i have written, but i just think it would be a bad idea to include the whole story, so here is just a snippet:

Something drifted in between the snowflakes falling from the sky. Gliding and swooping, its wing beats sending the flakes swirling in separate directions, lost and out of control. It landed on the last remaining flower; the stem supporting it gently bowed under the strength of the new weight and sprang back up again sending shivers through the blood red petals. The butterfly was beautiful. It was perfection. Its powdered wings parted and met with every echoing heartbeat, each wing was opulently decorated draped in gold and diamante jewels that winked in the fading sunlight. It was winter on the island and winter always framed its beauty, identifying its subtleties.
‘HELP!’ somewhere from the distance came a high-pitched screeching, that rocked the landscape of the island.
The butterfly flapped its wings in terror, disappearing into the snow storm, as it left the flower shook and the petals fell to the ground like drops of blood. They dispersed on the pale white snow and in a few seconds a layer of snow had buried them forever and ever. They were lost.

(felt compelled to post something, so i hope you enjoy it...)

An End

You'll have to excuse me if i become slightly obsessed with this blog for a few weeks! Here is something I wrote a little while ago but quite like, i'm not entirely sure what it is about- it could be the end of the world but to me there something a bit more surreal about it and i'd like to think that it is the end of something a bit more special:

The sky had exploded into a deep red gash; enflamed by a torrent of crimsons and deep oranges it burned the very surface of the earth that Sean stood upon. For a little while he ceased to move. His hands half sheltering his eyes as he stared up into the infinite burning expanse above him: as the remaining blue of the sky was devoured in the flames, Sean himself began to disappear into the perpetual horizon, his charcoal silhouette bobbing up and down leaving his world behind him.
It was time for him to disappear just as the earth was going to. He took his last few steps on the soil that his life had revolved around, breathing in the air that his lungs had breathed in and out over and over again like a bad habit. Then he paused, feeling the flush of heat on his skin, stopping to take in all that he was about to leave behind. If he had a choice, he thought to himself, he really wouldn’t, he wouldn’t leave this place. This was The World to him and even though everyone he loved was gone now, he liked to think that air from their lungs still clung to atmosphere, like a ghost, staking their claim to what little was left of the world. How could he leave that behind? He breathed out. He wouldn’t steal them away from the place they loved so much just because he was being stolen away. He wiped a last tear from his eye before dissolving into the infinite horizon, leaving the flames in the sky lashing the empty space, now they had destroyed all there was to destroy.

MY translation of an english advert into Italian

Amore è tutto noi bisogniamo: Tu Possi conquistare il mondo, volo alla luna e possi prendere le stelle dal il cielo e ancora la vita è niente senza amore e senza amore tutto è davvero niente.


Love is all we need: You can conquer the world, fly to the moon and you can take the stars from the sky and yet life is nothing without love and without love all is really nothing.

It is beautiful isn't it? It is from an advert for a shop called Oui and i love it! Soon i will post an italian poem i have written.

The best source of inspiration...

I have come to the conclusion that all the most beautiful pieces of writing ever written, are written by people who are in love, or who have suffered love. I'm not just talking about being in love with a person, but being in love, in awe of something or perhaps even just passionate about something. These things are all different types of love though, you can be wide eyed and completely absorbed in something you have studied or a place you have visited and all these reactions can evoke the warmth and the fluttering of wings that love seems to usher into your belly. You can lust after an experience, spend every aching hour of the day dreaming of it and love the idea of it. And every brilliant piece of writing is filled with love and passion. So why can't love be a little closer to me, right next to me perhaps, instead of in Italy!

Embrace

It was an embrace filled with tenderness, perhaps the most tender of all embraces ever witnessed by the blue, unblinking sky in all it's entirety. It was an embrace between two people who had fortified the foundations of a relationship from far across the sea. The first embrace of a couple who had wished for this moment from the second they left each other. Only shared the warmth and tenderness in dreams. Dreams that were opaque in their sense of reality and the scenes of the dream clung together like threads of silk and now the threads were rethreading themselves, the mist that seperated the dream from reality clearing up and finally the moment belonged to them. The first touch of lips that would seal this love affair for an eternity and in that moment they had created their eternity.

About my previous post

Ok, i just had a look around the site and now i think i get the idea of this blog site and i think perhaps my last entry, was slightly random. The thing is i want somewhere where i can write what i want to write, just stuff that has been swirling round my head and sounds good to me, stuff from my heart and my soul. Just stuff really. I have always wanted to write and writing is what i would like to think is my purpose in life, and you may think it sounds like quite a pointless, pathetic purpose but it is what drives me. The idea that i can write and that people will want to read it.
My last entry 'Embrace' is sort of a dream, one scenario, in a series that i see as possibilities for how a relationship might turn out. I didn't technically write it then and there on the spot, but when I stumbled on this site accidently i was excited because it seemed like a perfect oppurtunity to post something to the worldwide web and embrace was what i chose to be my first blog. From now on, i will try to write stuff here as soon as it starts dripping out of my head (if you'll excuse the strange imagery, it seems quite appropriate).
Anyway i will probably write a mixture of thoughts and feelings and snippets of creative writing that i'm proud of. I'm not trying to create talking points so post if you want, but it would certainly be good to get some feedback on peoples feelings about my writing.
Sorry about the strange blogspot address, but whatever i typed in it wasn't available so i got frustrated and just typed some random letters
Ciao e Baci