I had my favourite breakfast this morning; beans in the vicinity of toast and clockwise stirred tea.

I actually forgot that I have a Tumblr … anyway

I can’t sleep so I decided to be productive and sort out my computers folders.

Books started - 12

Almost finished poems - 57

Half written songs - 28

unfinished stories - 31

Other written stuff - 166

Documents not titled things like ‘kdkjfhuduiug’ - 4

Fuckity (that’s just my writing folder) fuck!

Also, I take way too many photos!

Communication failure

I’ve only got one

Error error

Are there any more glue sticks?

Pow pow pow pow pow pow!

She’s writing words

I won’t think

QI is the one that wouldn’t work

I was pissed

I wanted my fix

So I got up out of bed

And got something else

But that wouldn’t work

I was so pissed

I like it, I liked it

What was that?

That was nothing

Don’t look in my direction

She’s probing my brain

I’m doing the chorus now

Silence

Dot dot dot

The sound of no clock

The link

Jam sessions

We’ll be jamming

Is this the one that doesn’t work

It does work

It doesn’t work

Don’t touch my dexter

I quite like it

It’s amazing how random your words are

Tap de tap tap tap

This is a short song

It won’t be published

Some girls take hours

To paint every perfect nail

Fragrant as flowers

All powdered

And prim and pale

But you are as wild

As that wind-blown tree

As dark and as deep as the

Midnight sea

While they’re busy dressing

You lie here warm and bold

Some girls you picture

Some you hold

Some girls

Take courses

At all the best schools in France

Raising their horses

And learning their modern dance

They’re clever and cultured

And worldly wise

But you see the world

Through a child’s wide eyes

While they’re dreams are grand ones

You want what’s just in reach

Some girls you learn from

Some you teach

You are not small talk

Or shiny cars

Or mirrors

Or French cologne

You are the river

The moon

The stars

You’re no one else I’ve ever known

Some girls

Take pleasure

In buying a fine trousseau

Counting each treasure

And tying each tiny bow

They hold their futures

With perfumed hands

While you face the future

With no demands

Some girls expect things

Others think nothing of

Some girls you marry

Some you love

I’ve just realised that I’ve been sat in front of the fire writing for two hours now, and I have filled two notebooks and drank six cups of tea and smoked three cigarettes, and the ink has run out of my pen, and my stories have the best characters in them, and you should realise that you are probably one of those characters.

It can sometimes be a blessing and a curse. Little memory triggers, we all have them, we’re all a trigger to someone. It can be something simple like a smell, a movie, a song, a line from a book. It sends you spiralling into a part of your mind where that person is locked in. My memory triggers have always just been songs, I have a great love for music, I listen to music pretty much all of the time, even when I sleep I have music playing in my ears. So it’s no surprise to me that I have a song to remind me of every person I know or have ever known as a memory trigger. A Blink 182 song will bring memories of an old love to the surface, a Beautiful South song will make me think of my Grandad, An R.E.M song will remind me of a friend who recently passed away. I really do have a song for every person, every occasion, every moment in my life that meant something to me. I was surprised today when walking in town a man passed me and I got a smell of his aftershave in the breeze, it made me think instantly of my first boyfriend, it was exactly how he smelt when I knew him and it made me smile a little, for the memories and the fact that it wasn’t just songs that brought back those memories. It was a nice little moment I had.

There is a certain memory trigger I avoid like the plague. A certain song will shuffle it’s way onto my Ipod and I’ll move like a ninja to skip that track cause I know it will just cause sadness, because the wounds are still fresh, once they’ve healed I’m sure I’ll listen to it and smile like I did in town when I remembered an older love.

Bad memories can fade, hold on to the good ones and smile when you sing along to that song.

I wonder what triggers a memory of me to other people.

Memories are great.

I know this was just rambling, but it’s 3 am and I have insomnia so I don’t really give a damn.

I met a pirate long ago

We sailed the seas looking for gold

We mocked landlubbers and drank some mead

He wore a bandanna and had the finest beard

He had emerald green eyes and cupid bow lips

His beard would tickle me when we kissed

I sang him a shanty for his pleasure

He was a sea dog, old salt, my treasure

I fell for him on a stormy night

I gave him my heart without a fight

All hands on deck he acted so cold

He had wenches a plenty a shipmate told

You’re just his booty, his grog, his jolly boat

You’re not treasure, nor rum, nor swag, nor gold

He crossed the line, so I fed the fish

Silly pirate should know, this weren’t my wish

Think twice before you blaggard my heart

In the middle of the sea our love did part

I made him walk the poxy plank

He got ate by sharks and my heart it sank

Let this be a lesson to all wenches out there

If you fall for a pirate you best beware

Consult your hearty before you set the sails

You can’t trust a pirate, dead men tell no tales

emit eht lla meth etirw I, segassem evol darwkcab uoy etirw I

emyhr meth ekam semitemos I, repap fo stib elttil no

duol tuo sdrow eht gniyas naht , reisae s’ti esuaceb meth etirw I

dnuora era uoy nehw, leef I woh uoy llet ot tnaw I

oot ytterp si ydob ruoy, ytterp os si ecaf ruoy

yttiw dna teews dna trams ruoy

uoy tem I nehw topkcaj eht tih I

ylfrettub a eta I ekil, rettulf ymmut ym ekam uoy

eybdoog yas t’nod esaelp revol, reverof uoy peek ot tnaw I

emit eht lla uoy guh dna sessik htiw uoy rewohs ot tnaw I

emyhr drawkcab a tuohtiw, leef I woh uoy llet ot tnaw I

Also, If you were a fictional character from a book, movie, play, etc. Whom would you be, and why?

I’m watching Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind again. I have a question; If you could erase someone from your memory, would you?

Stop listening to THAT song and quit being a pussy, and that ice cream will only make your ass fatter.

The Sun shines through the drapes, it strikes my face and I awake

Wrinkled sheets on your bed, I yawn and smile and kiss your head

The kettle whistles a tune for me, I butter your toast and pour your tea

I tickle your toes and whisper a rhyme

“good morning sunshine, it’s breakfast time”

I skip to the bathroom and run the tap, and slip and slide on the bathmat

You let out a giggle as I fall, soap and bubbles all up the wall

You help me up and scratch your head, kiss me and say

“there’s toast crumbs in bed”

I wrap the shower curtain around your neck, and hit the bath with your head

Your blood trickles down to the floor, I tell you I can’t take this no more

Your breathing stops and I clean up the mess

The blood and the toast crumbs, and then I get dressed

“honey, I loved you, but this I must stress

You crossed the line when you got toast crumbs in bed.