I Thought I Would Fly by TashiHazeldine, literature
Literature
I Thought I Would Fly
When I was five,
I ran away.
I took my favourite teddy,
Three packets of raisins,
And a blanket.
I climbed the huge old sycamore tree,
In the middle of common,
And I stayed there until it got dark.
When I was seven,
I ran away.
We were in town,
I’d been left outside the bank.
So I simply walked away.
Maybe that was the start of it.
Walking. Not running.
Disappearing. Not fighting.
When I was ten,
I ran away for real.
I took my piggy bank,
My mother’s purse,
A change of socks,
And I left just as it got dark.
When I was fourteen,
I discovered there was a different way out,
How to leave the madhouse?
Join
I’ll be home before you know it!!
Wait for me.
It’s been two years, and I’m still waiting. We were so young when we said goodbye, weren’t we? It was just this same October day, but it was raining. It isn’t today.
We were sharing my umbrella outside the terminal, so close I could feel your breath against my cheek when you looked down and smiled.
-I am going to miss you so bad.
I said it with a grin, it was a promise and a joke – all rolled into one fateful sentence.
-You’re so daft.
I laughed against your chest.
-I know, right?
I could feel your breath huff out of your chest, my arms wrapped loosely a
Hobgoblin's Lanterns by TashiHazeldine, literature
Literature
Hobgoblin's Lanterns
Our conversation began playfully, as they always did. Your dark hair was shining in the sunlight, and I wondered whether I'd made a mistake. I wondered what I'd found to dislike in you, with your witty banter and your light, teasing tone. I wondered why I'd done it. I wondered if I could go back, if I should take the blame for something I'd thought was your fault. We all make mistakes, don't we?
When I was a child, my mother often read me a fable about hobgoblins that lured travellers into the peat bogs during misty nights. They would wave lanterns and promise sweet things, such sweet things, that the travellers would lose the path and follo
It doesn’t feel fair that the sun should be shining.
She stands there, the pieces of her heart surrounding her feet, with her eyes so tragic and dry.
She stands on the garden path, and watches his back as he walks away from her, shoulders hunched, tail between his legs.
He stops, he turns, and something inside her breaks.
“Would you just go?!” She cries, picking up the broken pieces of her heart and throwing them at him, with all the strength that rage has leant her.
The sharp shards cut her hands, but the tears have enough sense to stay away.
“Don’t you get it?!” She cries, her voice breaking,
The hardships of a Pencil. by TashiHazeldine, literature
Literature
The hardships of a Pencil.
You've held me in your hand for many years.
Yes I was there for those pre-exam tears.
And though I think we're friends,
The relationship will have to end,
If you carry on munching,
On my poor rear-end.
Now,
Normally I'm a reasonable sort of fellow.
You know the type - rather pleasant and mellow.
But when you stick me up your nose,
To try and stem the flow,
I'm liable to be a little
Put
Out.
Yes, when you stick me up your snout,
I will cry and scream and shout,
Until, and only when, you pull me out.
Young and Invincable by TashiHazeldine, literature
Literature
Young and Invincable
Your laughter was in my mouth,
Your hands were in my hair.
We were young and invincible,
And didn’t have a care.
Your hands were in my hands,
The stars were in your eyes.
We were young and invincible,
But we underestimated time.
You called me Summer,
You called me daft,
You called me your luck,
And said we were built to last.
I agreed,
And bit your ear.
Wanted to see the smile,
That made the bad times disappear.
You called me Summer,
Until winter caught up,
You called me your charm,
Until we ran out of luck.
She shows her scars,
In all their glory.
Because - for her- they tell a story.
They say that battle has been done.
That she was stronger.
That she won.
I Thought I Would Fly by TashiHazeldine, literature
Literature
I Thought I Would Fly
When I was five,
I ran away.
I took my favourite teddy,
Three packets of raisins,
And a blanket.
I climbed the huge old sycamore tree,
In the middle of common,
And I stayed there until it got dark.
When I was seven,
I ran away.
We were in town,
I’d been left outside the bank.
So I simply walked away.
Maybe that was the start of it.
Walking. Not running.
Disappearing. Not fighting.
When I was ten,
I ran away for real.
I took my piggy bank,
My mother’s purse,
A change of socks,
And I left just as it got dark.
When I was fourteen,
I discovered there was a different way out,
How to leave the madhouse?
Join
I’ll be home before you know it!!
Wait for me.
It’s been two years, and I’m still waiting. We were so young when we said goodbye, weren’t we? It was just this same October day, but it was raining. It isn’t today.
We were sharing my umbrella outside the terminal, so close I could feel your breath against my cheek when you looked down and smiled.
-I am going to miss you so bad.
I said it with a grin, it was a promise and a joke – all rolled into one fateful sentence.
-You’re so daft.
I laughed against your chest.
-I know, right?
I could feel your breath huff out of your chest, my arms wrapped loosely a
Hobgoblin's Lanterns by TashiHazeldine, literature
Literature
Hobgoblin's Lanterns
Our conversation began playfully, as they always did. Your dark hair was shining in the sunlight, and I wondered whether I'd made a mistake. I wondered what I'd found to dislike in you, with your witty banter and your light, teasing tone. I wondered why I'd done it. I wondered if I could go back, if I should take the blame for something I'd thought was your fault. We all make mistakes, don't we?
When I was a child, my mother often read me a fable about hobgoblins that lured travellers into the peat bogs during misty nights. They would wave lanterns and promise sweet things, such sweet things, that the travellers would lose the path and follo
It doesn’t feel fair that the sun should be shining.
She stands there, the pieces of her heart surrounding her feet, with her eyes so tragic and dry.
She stands on the garden path, and watches his back as he walks away from her, shoulders hunched, tail between his legs.
He stops, he turns, and something inside her breaks.
“Would you just go?!” She cries, picking up the broken pieces of her heart and throwing them at him, with all the strength that rage has leant her.
The sharp shards cut her hands, but the tears have enough sense to stay away.
“Don’t you get it?!” She cries, her voice breaking,
Young and Invincable by TashiHazeldine, literature
Literature
Young and Invincable
Your laughter was in my mouth,
Your hands were in my hair.
We were young and invincible,
And didn’t have a care.
Your hands were in my hands,
The stars were in your eyes.
We were young and invincible,
But we underestimated time.
She shows her scars,
In all their glory.
Because - for her- they tell a story.
They say that battle has been done.
That she was stronger.
That she won.
Once upon a time in the middle of winter, when the flakes of snow were falling like feathers from the sky, a queen sat at a window sewing, and the frame of the window was made of black ebony. And whilst she was sewing and looking out of the window at the snow, she...
Oh wait. That's Snow White. Sorry guys :3
No, I don't have hair the colour of ebony, or skin as white as snow, or even lips the colour of blood.
Instead I have this awful habit of laughing at awkward circumstances and making up bad puns with my brother.
I'm Tasha, and I live most of the way up a Welsh mountainside.
It's a pleasure to meet you :)
Favourite Visual Artist
Van Gough
Favourite Movies
The Princess Bride, Tangled, Harry Potter, Some Like It Hot
Favourite TV Shows
Doctor who, Merlin
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
The Script, Owl City, Avril Lavigne, Taylor Swift
Favourite Books
The Infernal Devices, The Mortal Instruments, Skulduggery Pleasant, Percy Jackson and the Olympians
Favourite Writers
Cassandra Clare, Michael Morpurgo, Erica James, Maggie Steifvater, Winston Graham
Ooooh look! An update!!
I'm seriously bad at keeping in control of journals/diaries/sell-by-dates/which day it is/my name - so I'm abusing Free Premium Membership day as a chance to get my ass in gear, and make it all pretty (ISN'T THIS AWESOME?!?!?).
The past couple have days have been that mixture of so exciting and then exhausting XD We're putting together the Devil went Down to Radnor (Don't blame me. The title was Ralph's idea.) and it is looking gorgeous. We have howling in the hills, we have stunning masks, we have bonfires, we have had cases of AISLING, YOUR NOODLES ARE ON FIRE, and leg jenga, and Fynne stuck in a cabinet, and funny
Dear America,
Happy 4th of July. Yes. Well done. You tipped our tea into your harbour. Good job.
However - I see your Twilight series and I raise you Sherlock Holmes, Harry Potter AND Doctor Who.
I think we win.
Sincerely,
Britain.
Tony Stark/ Iron Man
[ ] You like booze (What daddy doesn't know won't kill him).
[ ] You are the life of the party
[ ] You love gadgets
[x] You can be rather cocky
[x] Your favorite colour is red or gold
[x] You're good with computers
[x] You use sarcasm a lot
[ ] You love getting attention
[ ] You're good at mechanics
[ ] You have issues with your parents
4/10
Dr. Bruce Banner/ The Hulk
[ ] You're good at science
[ ] You can get very agressive when ticked off
[ ] You like to be secluded most of the time
[ ] You like wearing baggy clothes
[ ] You like to meditate
[ ] You like doing science experiments
[x] You try to avo