My Mates From Tenerife!!

May 28, 2009 at 3:05 pm (Descriptive writing) (, , )

When I first moved to Tenerife I hated it, I had no friends, all I had was my cat to talk to…but then I met Lorraine, the most down to earth person I have ever met & I loved the fact that she treated me like an adult & she acted like a teenager haha…Her husband Simon is awesome 2..kind & caring…Then I met bro..funny and protective…& mama..loving and gentle…& all the other great people I met, who welcomed me into their lives and homes, who looked after me if I were upset and who just made my life in Tenerife an experience that will never be forgotten!!  I met alot of my friends on nights out and just stayed in touch…I will go back one day & it’s great knowing that I have a life out there as well as in England……….& my mates out there are more like a second family ‘n’ i love em’ all & miss them loads x x x

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An Amazing Friend!…

May 28, 2009 at 2:50 pm (Poetry) (, , )

Scott Vickerman …

When I  Think Life Is Crap, You Change My Mind.

If I Need Help You’re By My Side.

You Make Me Laugh When I’m Sad,

Calm Me Down When I’m Mad.

A Difficult Situation Seems Easier When You’re Around.

You Give Me A Hug When I’m Down,

Say I Look Nice When I Look A Mess…

No Matter Where You Are Or What You Do You’re Always Going To Be My Best Mate

Theres Alot Of  Love ‘N’ Not An Inch Of Hate..


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Alexia

July 27, 2008 at 12:30 pm (Descriptive writing) (, , , )

Alexia (Greek for Defender) is my puppy >>>She was abandoned outside a villa.

She is really hyperactive and lovable. She like’s to bark at anything that moves but mainly she barks at the cat or the mop. She like’s to do a angry growl and sometimes i think she thinks that she’s a rottweiler especially with the pink collar. When she barks, they are mainly just sqeaks but very loud and very annoying. It is so funny when she tries to chase me i run up the stairs, and because her legs are so small they can only carry her so fast, i obviously get away before she reaches me but i have to give her credit for running up the steep steps and she’s only little. She hates being left alone, even if it is only for a couple of minutes, so one of us always has to look after her otherwise she will cry, cry and cry some more. She is going to have to learn to be on her own, she doesn’t mind wondering off and leaving us on our own but when its the other way round its different. haha.

She also doesn’t like being groomed, when anyone goes near her stomach and head with the brush she starts to wriggle and bite.  She loves harrassing Amber (my cat), who doesn’t take too kindly to Alexia following her, eating her food and biting her tail ( i can’t say i blame her).

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Autumn morning

July 26, 2008 at 4:01 pm (Poetry) (, , , )

Throwing open the window,

the air is cold and crisp,

yet the sun is shining.

A slight breath of wind pushes the leaves of copper and gold along the path.

In the distance, birds chirping, a dog whining.

Below, the grass crystalised with dew, a leaf falling.

Down the stairs, welcomed by the scent of fresh coffee and buttered crumpets.

Out to the shed, some chunks of wood, taken back to the house, placed on the fire,

crackling and hissing, orangey yellow, a tint of blue.

Body is warming, relaxing as the flames grow higher.

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Queen of the waters!

July 24, 2008 at 7:28 pm (Poetry) (, , , )

They said you were ugly,

you proved them wrong,

after all of their bullying,

you grew to be a beautiful swan.

Gliding along the lake with your head held high,

and a line of cygnets swimming behind.

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The start of a winter storm.

July 22, 2008 at 9:37 pm (Descriptive writing) (, , , )

Melonie, a tall elegant woman, pulled open the heavy oak door. All was silent, save for the whisper of the wind and the gentle twitter of birdsong.

Slowly she walked across the frosty grass and sat on a rock beside the shimmering lake.

A shade of pink started to show on her pale face as the crisp air swept past. The wind began to blow viciously bringing with it snow. Melonie glanced back at the old castle like house. She could only just see the oak door close and the figure move towards her. Melonie smiled as her husband, Niall, folded his strong arms around her shoulders and kissed her on the cheek. ;)

Niall, like Melonie, was tall and handsome. They walked back to the house, hand in hand, as the snow was starting to settle on the path. The fall of snow was speeding up and thunder began to roll.

Once they were back in the house, Melonie looked out of the big kitchen window and realised a storm would break out at any moment……

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Will they meet again?

July 22, 2008 at 7:19 pm (Poetry) (, , , )

With the eyes of cool blue,

she see’s the place.

Locked away in her firey heart,

she hides all the pain.

She wants no more heartache,

and nothing to fear.

Her love for him,

and the idea of being together,

makes her heart melt with a passionate thought.

She asks for him, she needs him near.

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What my parents gave me!

July 22, 2008 at 7:12 pm (Poetry) (, , )

Alot of people say i have evil looking eyes,

i got them from my father.

They say i have my mothers emotions,

one minute i’m happy and before you know it my mood has changed.

They say my skin is kissed by the sun and blessed by the wind,

so i guess my skin tone is from my father.

I’ve been told i have a figure to die for,

i took that from my mother.

I make people laugh when i don’t mean too,

i must have my fathers humour.

I’m smart when i want to be,

i have my mothers intelligence.

It’s been said that i have my fathers piece of mind,

i’m not afraid to say what i think and i’m prepared to take a risk.

but i live my own life and i’m the one who holds the key to my heart

so that is mine.

I’m happy with what my parents gave me and the way i see it,

is they brought me into this world and they can easily take me out!

But not without a fight.

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Fudge!

July 22, 2008 at 7:04 pm (Poetry) (, , )

She runs around without a care in the world.

She looks at me with them big red eyes.

She finds some food and runs inside.

She nibbles away as if there’s no tomorrow.

She’s got little feet and a glossy coat.

She’s got a long tail and her face is sweet.

She wiggles her nose and her whiskers twitch.

Her nails are small but her ears are titch.

To us its a cage but to her its a mansion.

She’s a pain in the bum and thats why i love her.

 

Reason: I wrote this about my gerbil Fudge.

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My friends are…

July 22, 2008 at 6:57 pm (Poetry) (, )

Scott’s cool

Emma’s a b***h

Smegy’s a fool

and Aaran’s a snitch.

Carl’s small

Rowell’s insane

Andy’s tall

and Sean’s a pain.

Josh is sad

Scott’s nuts

Jodie’s mad

and Emma’s a cluts.

Aaran’s a nag

Andy’s a puff

Smegy’s a fag

and Carl’s not buff.

Josh is a weanie

Sean’s a twit

Rowell’s a meanie

and me ….. well i’m just different

 

Reason: i wrote this for a piece of english coursework. I asked my mates if i could put what i did because they know i love them really. I got good marks for it aswell.hehe

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