Thursday 17 November 2011

Lyrics

So recently life's been a bit down and I decided to put all these emotions in writing lyrics. I've made the following lyrics on the song Give your heart a break by Demi Lovato.
I named the lyrics 'Bleeding hands' but I'm not sure if I'm gonna change it or not. Maybe it's fun to try and sing along? ;)

Bleeding hands

I'm calling for sirens
it's too late, I'm going down again
still calling, through sandstorms
when sand is, still choking me inside

but at what cost, I'm trying, I'm failing
and still it's not enough
these red lights, are fading
alarms sounding far away

I wanna wave to the world
I just wanna leave all the wrongs
inside of my bleeding hands
I carry the weight of a world
There's nothing left to give
And I'm as dry as the sand, the sand
So let me, I just wanna go
I wanna go
let me go alone
I wanna go
go alone

Some day, It's too much
and I will, cry for help get no reply
don't blame me, if I go
alone, where nothing makes me cry

the storms is still, in my head, in my hands,
cutting away my at my strength
with weak knees, I fall down
I curse it all with both my hands

I wanna wave to the world
I just wanna leave all the wrongs
inside of my bleeding hands
I carry the weight of a world
There's nothing left to give
And I'm as dry as the sand, the sand
So let me, I just wanna go
I wanna go
let me go alone
I wanna go
If I could just leave it all
leave it to fall
I just wanna go
I wanna go
go alone

When my heart's still beating strong
When my mind sees right from wrong
When my hands still heal with time
The world will still be mine
woah

I wanna wave to the world
I just wanna leave all the wrongs
inside of my bleeding hands
I carry the weight of a world
There's nothing left to give
And I'm as dry as the sand, the sand
So let me, I just wanna go

I'm not the only one,
staring in a mirror wide
reflecting words undescribed
when all you need is to hide
I just wanna wave to the world
just leave and never come back, come back
so let me, I just wanna go
I wanna go
let me go alone
I wanna go
If I could just leave it all
leave it to fall
I just wanna go
I wanna go
go alone

I'm calling for sirens
it's too late, I'm going down again


Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it.
X.

Monday 14 November 2011

One girl. Many worlds.

See, I don't really know where to start.
I can begin the crap about my name, my age, my hobbies...
But why should I? Probably because I don't know anything to say right now.
Well, fine, I'll tell you something about myself. I'm a 17 year old girl (17.5 to be precise). So that's it, no more info. No, really. I really don't... Oh fine! I live for music, whenever there's still music somewhere on this planet it's worth living for. Except if it's that throat-ripping they call metal or that ear-gnawing kind they call 'smartlap'. *shivers*
I also live for stories. I love reading books, I also like writing my own books. ;) I've got more than ten and none of them is finished. It's not because I'm lazy (actually I am) but because the stories are so complicated and extensive that it takes a lot of time finishing them all. I often switch between writing, one month I continue with that story and the next month I begin writing an other story again.
I've grown a lot in these past years, yes also in length but also in my abilities and thinking. If I compare the chapters of a story I wrote three years ago to one I've just recently started it's a world of difference. My knowledge of the english language has grown and my stories are easier to read and they have a much better construction. I can't remember the exact moment I started writing but I do remember that the people I've shown my stories to have always been very supporting and positive about them. I really can't wait until one of my stories is finally done!
I've started this blog to tell about my life, but I just got the idea of posting things my stories here. They are a big part of my life after all. Every story has its own world and those worlds live in my head every day. Almost every day I have new ideas, sometimes too much to handle.
The most beautiful about writing is that the worlds you create are entirely yours. You determine what seas and what lands exist. You decide what kind of people live there. You decide their dreams, their thoughts, their actions. You control who they love and who they hate. you control who lives and who dies. You control every single action in that world. Every single one of these worlds is a part of me, so I'm never really alone.
When I write I see the world through the eyes of the main character, I become the main character. It's a feeling I can't describe. This may sound all cheesy to you, maybe not. It's still the truth for me.
Anyways before I become totally lost in all of my worlds I still have to do something in this one, namely finish this blog.

I hope you enjoyed it.

How do we show our thoughts? How do we show ourselves to the world? Who are we?
We are words, not war.