Saturday, 27 October 2012

New Boots

Got today my first platforms. :)

They look really cool with black skinny jeans and my new 'Seduction' top from Spiral Direct :)

Wednesday, 24 October 2012

Just for fun

In a midnight kitchen
A faint shuffle of feet
A little creature creeps
For something to eat

When Hunger wakes you
In the middle of night
You need some tasty treat
No point to fight

A noise little muffled
A silent pop
A hot crispy waffle
On a plate does drop

Chocolate and lime
With a sprinkle of thyme,
Cinammon and pear
One classic she can bear
Coconut and chilli jam
And six-or-seven drops of rum

Finally last but not the least
Here is coming the pineapple beast
With a very subtle hint
Of green leaves of peppermint

The Creature is looking very pleased
Finishing her midnight feast
Her tummy was nicely fed
Now it's time to go to bed.

Mr Poet

If you like a dark poetry and stories, if you like the stuff which makes you use those little grey cells and ask yourself  'What did the Poet mean?' check this website.
Meet Mr. Poet

Tuesday, 23 October 2012

Witches and Wizzards! Dress up time! :)



The largest Witchcraft festival in the World
(within the recorded history) celebrates its

10th Anniversary.

17th November 2012
Fairfield Halls, Croydon, UK

See you there?

Hans Christian Andersen

Ever since I remember, I have loved fairy-tales by H.C.Andersen. They were dark, melancholic, and always finished with a sad happy ending.
This is my tribute to one of them.

A little girl with matches

Eve before Christmas
On the church stairs
A little girl crouching
For whom no one cares

Her clothes are torn
Hands and feet bare
If anyone does notice
It's with a disapproving stare

A marble-like skin
From cold her lips blue
Listen to her pleading
To her little soft coo:
'Matches, please buy matches,
One box, or two..'

On a little orphan
No one takes pity
Christmas are more fun
In a big city

Everyone's busy
With lives of their own
Rushing from cold inside
To a warm fire in their home

When the night covers streets
With her cape of dark
First match comes alive
With a little spark

Matches alight one by one
Brief moments of warmth don't last
The little girl sees her dad and mum
So fondly images of past

A tiny flame dances on the final one
Little girl embraced by her old nan
To a big warm house she is led
Own room, the softest bed

When on Christmas morning
People came to church to pray
A little heap on the stairs
Stopped them on their way

Some men would gasp
Some women would weep
A little frozen girl forever asleep..