Loud

It's too loud
Too loud
To listen to the song
It's too loud
And you vowed
To sing it all life long

It's too loud
I won't doubt
I'll listen to that song
The hot and colder heat
Is burning
Returning
My footprints to the beach

...It's... too
Crowded
I'm shrouded
In Summer, Autumn pace
Eyes clouded
And powdered
Impress a stranger's face
The thrill of
The danger
The seafront
The seashore
Waterfronted memories
Remind me of before

It's quiet
I liked it
When everyone was here
Can't please
Everyone
The sadness spreads some cheer
No people
I don't know
To be some passers by

Don't I want it, the lonely?
If not, than I'll ask: why?

Favours

I like doing nice things for people.
By that I mean drawing pictures and giving compliments, because it's so great to know that you made someone's day and that someone, somewhere is grinning their head off... because of you! Of course I would like people to do this to me; to give me free stuff, compliments and poetry, so I'll send them those things - not solely because I want them in return (I do, but that's not the point), but because people are a giant family, and I think I'm part of it.
I love people and hate them. They are too big in number to be all liked by us.
But my sister said to me yesterday:
'Why does the government put laws in place to keep children out of bars and to ban smoking? Is it because they care?'
I pondered over this for a while, and it became clear, albeit slowly, that we do care about each other and we want to keep each other safe even if we don't know that person -- if you saw a person about to commit suicide, you would most likely try and stop them, right? A country and a family and this world full of people have love in them (yes, not all singular people care but people as a whole do): we fight for each other in wars, we buy each other things with our own money...
We have this instinctive family trait, and it's beautiful.

So

It's the holidays for me. And this is a biiig deal, because I get to do things.
I get to...
bake cakes! (and cookies)

oops no eyebrows

learn to play guitar!

i can't art

watch movies!

woah colour

and that's it i can't be bothered

No more dearing

i haven't posted here in almost 4 months and i have no excuse
i liked equestria girls though

14

Dear Internet,
I'm 14 now! Woah. Well, actually not really woah, because it's not an age to be... proud of?
It's also the last day of the holidays and I have to actually do this homework.
Love, Bronwyn

Record(er?)ing

Dear Internet,
I really would like to do some recording this week, vocal-wise (heh, my older sister could sing!), but I was really talking about the majestic...
RECORDER!

More weirdness after the break.

Today Has Been a Lazy Day...

Dear Internet,
Today was a lazy day for me.
I wrote no songs (only sang them), made no food (only ate it), and stayed inside all day.
ARE YOU KIDDING ME IT'S 8PM GHJCHJGDTRZSERDXHFCXGF
Sorry about that... It's just that I've WASTED MY ENTIRE FLIPPING DAY
ARRRRGH
argh argh times new roman i want helvetica back
So after that I'm still pretty fed up, but I did a doodle on some online paint program with a laptop and I'm a little less upset; drawing and poetry always help in calming your nerves. 
And I sang an improvisational song about pie that I proceeded to post in the comments section of Equestria Daily.
Today was a lazy day.
Love, Bronwyn

LAMDA

Dear Web, 
Today I had my 'LAMDA' exam (which is London Academy of Music and Dramatic Arts, and a qualification :D), and I think it went quite well.
I did it with my aforementioned friend Holly, and although I majorly messed up in our second piece, I think we recovered quite well; in our theory the lovely examiner lady didn't seem confused.
But then again exammy people need to be pretty unbiased...
...But we've passed, I'm sure!
Love, Bronwyn
(my sucky tumblr, if you missed it: nompapernom -- YES I EAT PAPER GET OVER IT)

WOAH I CAN ART (and now it's a picture reference post)

Dear Internet,
This is what happens when I have internet access and revision to do:

omg srsly i am jean-yuss
But yes I am a bad person.
From Bronwyn
p.s this is why
http://www.equestriadaily.com/2013/03/mlp-birthdays-ashleigh-ball-and-maddy.html

Tah-dah Tah-doo

Oh hi internet
Bye

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Oh my Gosh

Web,
I can't even typre right now I need a wee so fricking much aaaaaah
gtg wee
B

One More Girl and Emma Dunne

Web,
Got to love Emma Dunne on YouTube at the moment! She's writing a bin loss of amazing songs; I had her song 'beautiful' stuck in my head all day. :3
And I love One More Girl!
From Bronwyn :D
Ps taking potato-quality photos is my thang

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If (poetry corner improv!)

Poetry Time for my webbity!

If

If you hold my hand and take my palm
To try to stand and avoid all harm,
You may just leave a mark beneath your fingerprints you placed.
So if I whip my hand away and look at you with dismay,
You can always, always say that you didn't mean to hurt me.

I'll believe the words you'll speak.
I trust you for some reason.
The day I met you was a day so bleak...
Love, I can see some.
So if you make me hold up my head
Talk to the stars, and not to the dead,
I will thank you because I can feel
The chemistry so right and real
The thing that cannot never fade
The thing that is so free not paid
The love within my heart my mind
So rooted deep it hurts inside
It rips me apart, and throws me away...
But I've loved you from the very day,
I saw your face.

If I say I want you to be close, so close
And mine, so mine, so never to leave,
Would you take a step from me
Just to take 'some time to breathe'?

This poetry turns itself around
Upside left, and grinds it down.
So if you hold my hand again (<= a-gay-n! :D)
I'll pretend there is no pain.


By, and love from, Bron :3

TURTLE POWER

Web,
Turtles are very nice nice nice.
Nice nice nice
Nice nice nice nice nice nice nice nice.
From Bron

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Hey Ocean and I

Dear Internet,
It's the holidays!
WOO WOO HOP ON THE HYPE TRAIN!
So My Little Pony Season 3 ended on Saturday, and the school production (Fiddler on The Roof) on Friday.
It's a bit saddening, but time does move on for everything - I guess I'll have to appreciate the moment I have now. :3
Love, Bron

Well, that was Unexpected

Dear web,
700 views.

Meh.
Have this cupcake.
brb

And then There were 12

I'm sorry reader but I'm bored...

And as I sit here, I wonder what it could mean,
To watch someone die, only one of thirteen.
And then there were twelve, one starved and one mad,
It was said they were great
Some said they were mad.
Six boys and six girls lived in unity...
But then there were twelve
And then there was death,
Pain,
Endurance,
Realisation
And gain.

Bye.

Can't Think Up a Title

Dear reader,
Hi, it seems also that I am bored again, and that procrastination is not an option (though I am doing so now).
Bye.
p.s I should do some more long stuff
p.p.s I should do this on tumblr cause more people would read it.

Tumblr

Mes amis,
Not that anyone cares, but I have a Tumblr now!
C'est bronwynria.tumblr.com and I post stuff like the above (which I did post :P).
From Bronwyn
EDIT: it's now nompapernom.tumblr.com!

Hands (Poetry Session)

Dear Internet,

<3 this tablet!

=Hands=

Don't fall asleep in your hazy un-dreams,

Please blink calmly and hold out your hand,

To wonder so slowly - within your seams,

For the night time to catch, if you fall when you stand.

Ignore the creaks and the cracks in the days

But tremble and cover your eyes without rays,

Watch the door for faces unknown
But see the ghost girl, her eyes ablaze 
Her irises haunted as she stands here, alone.
You try to reach out and hold her palm.
Though you never will reach the rooted harm
Within her head, not in her wrists,
Not in her bed, but in her risks.
Lie in the cold, without a friend.
Go ahead and try to mend your broken tears
Which never fall, so even while it's been some years,
I don't think you can lose your fears.
Say you found a hand to hold; speak your hopeful lies.
You're hoping to convince yourself...
But then you close your eyes.
By Bronwyn

Bye,
From Bronwyn, too!!

ps this isn't sad, it's happy, just read-between-the-lines happy.

Don't Go In Moods

And you'll disregard this advice, as I will too, then one day we'll look back and realise it was true.

From Bronwyn

Well There Goes 4 Days

sad me is sad

Dear Internet,

Oh yeah, fun is so great - time off to relax they said, to go out and have a life they said.

But to be ill for half of your holidays and have to spend the rest of them doing homework is not what they said.

From a Miss Grumpy Pants
p.s I have a tablet now so I'm one of those people who owns a tablet :)