Getting there

Okay so i decided that after years of being envious of gifted individuals, im going to learn acoustic guitar. I should admit in fear of misleading you to commend my determination, i have tried before and failed miserably at trivial basics such as plucking a string right or even reaching over the huge body of it, and with a swift severance of patience I scrapped the persuit immdediately.
I have lived in awe of those possessing unearthly talent, the greats such as Jimi Hendrix, Joe santriani, steve vai, slash and the most underrated bon jovi guitarist Richie Sambora. Therefore I believe its about time i got my name in neon lights next to theirs, so to speak.
I dubiously picked up an old, dusty and shamefully neglected set of strings and picked my brain for a half learnt tune...of all songs my memory could have chosen, i recalled the ridiculously hard guns n roses sweet child of mine. Needless to say, that session didnt last long. So i turned to what i always turn to in times of need...facebook, and posted a status regarding my fledgling hobby...soon enough i had offers from many a rocking friend offering to teach me all the wise ways and means to be a guitar god.
The next day i set off for college with a smile and carrying the trusty old guitar, on the way to meet my future bandmates. 3 hours, 3 coffees and 4 sore fingers later, i had learnt the intro to Shinedown-45 and with much persuasion and shameless begging, got said friend to write the tabs down so i could master it at home in privacy without people laughing at my pathetic excuse for strumming.
And here i am, 4 weeks later, and im just past the prechorus, yet again sick with envy after watching the talented people on youtube, not only perfecting the chords but singing along too.
My stubby digits wont stretch from fret 3 to fret 5 for the most played chord of the chorus but hey...ive learnt what a capo is, mastered a G chord and i can name every part of an acoustic (the overall name for mine is Blue, which came to me in a stroke of genius after observing the colour of its soundbox...)
One day ill rock it ;)
Ill keep you posted on my progress haha.

Existing

It pains me to breath in when you're not breathing the same air,
it worries me to sleep when i know you're not there,
it hurts me to cry when you can't wipe away my tears,
however will i cope until you get here,
i close my eyes and focus on the ache,
I can hear a shattering sound as my heart breaks,
I try to feel your arms around me, or imagine your kiss,
but without memory of your touch, hope does'nt exist,
I try and fall into the song,
and absorb the words into my soul,
but listening without you just feels wrong
and it does'nt bring you close enough,
the song cant make me whole,
I run into the night to leave the pain behind,
but my feet stop running
my body and mind collide,
if i lay here on the ground, still enough to fool them all,
will the angels think i died for love and dutifully send you to my door?
I search for a way of bringing you into my life,
I make up memories of us, past all this strife,
yet reality shows no mercy
and it drags me from my sanctuary,
God, speed him to these open arms
please...show some sympathy

To an old friend

Circumstances and life in general can tear friendships apart, People change, life goes on and all thats left is painful memories of losing that bond but also happy ones from all the good times shared.


We used to tell each other everything and now we dont even say hello anymore, things change and suddenly she dont need me to be the friend she once valued so much. I dont know how or when exactly it happened but we drifted from those things that once bound us together and shes no longer the angel in my life. A part of me will always hope that one day we'll bridge this gap but another part sadly accepts that sometimes the only thing to do is to move on with the void that is so hard to fill. There are songs and photos that will always remind me of the times when we had each other to lean on, to laugh with and make memories. Those memories of my best friend that ill cherish forever no matter where i end up or who i meet.

We never said goodbye to our forgotten friendship but now its been buried in the past, ive only got one thing left to say....
Although some things do change, my promise to be there for you hasnt.

The lonely bench

My beach...My bench.
I like to think of it that way at least, as i stroll along the sea front, sorting through my head of cluttered thoughts and breathing in the salty sea air. I have been to some beautiful places in my life, seen the snow-topped mountains of derbyshire, even climbed one, the deep valleys of the lake district and green grassy hills of wales, but nothing beats my bench, my place of comfort.
I reach my destination and take a minute to absorb the scene in front of me when it strikes me that i may not be the only person who thinks of this bench as my own...how many other people have stopped in this very place over time, different people of all ages?
Children have climbed on it, with their rapidly melting ice-cream. Elderly couples have sat on it, with fish and chips, enjoying the waves and memories. Young couples gazing into each others eyes and longing for nothing more than to get away from this very bench, this very town. What things must this weathered bench have seen,what stories could it tell?
Here it sits, in silent solitude, watching the world go by...I like to join it in doing so sometimes.

I dream of travelling, and leaving this small town behind, every day it seems to get smaller and smaller, being right on the coast doesnt help the feeling of isolation, big fish in a small pond they say...destined for bigger things. I only pray this is true.
But where else would i find such a place of contentment...than this worn out companion and the memories of yesterday.

Dont let life discourage you

"Dear Mom and Dad,
Please send money, I’m so broke that it ain’t funny.
I don't need much, just enough to get me through.
Please don’t worry 'cause I'm all right,
I’m playin’ here at the bar tonight.
This time, I’m gonna make our dreams come true.
Well, I love you more than anything in the world...
Love,
Your baby girl."

I know that I’m on my way.
I can tell every time I play.
And I know it’s worth all the dues I pay,
When I can write to you and say...

"Dear Mom and Dad,
I send money. I’m so rich that it ain’t funny.
It oughtta be more than enough to get you through.
Please don’t worry 'cause I’m all right,
I’m stayin’ here at the Ritz tonight
Whaddya know, we made our dreams come true.
And there are fancy cars and diamond rings,
But you know that they don't mean a thing.
They all add up to nothin' compared to you.
Well, remember me in ribbons an' curls.
I still love you more than anything in the world...
Love,
Your baby girl."



** Babygirl By Sugarland **

Derbyshire

Edale, Derbyshire. A beautiful place, deep valleys, blue skies (ish), fluffy clouds, beautiful snow covered mountains...and i had the pleasure of climbing one. What an experience.
After weeks of planning and preporation for what was to be a 28k hike, we set off at the crack of dawn full of eagerness. It was a long journey in cramped conditions, but well worth the wait. Once we got there, we double-checked our equipment, maps and water supply, adjusted our wooly hats, zipped up our waterproof coats and on went the thermal gloves. We set off along a trail that was hardley visable, there was no amazing views yet and no great heights but even so, there was only one word to describe how we felt as we gazed across the miles and miles of snow in front of us and the mountains to our right...invigorated. There was no one to be seen, no street noise, no dogs barking or cars beeping their horns, just snow covered mountains and frozen land.



The track wasnt as straightforward as one might think due to the use of the word trail...it was hard to follow, marshy, wet and muddy, but on we went taking small pleasure in the snow crunching beneath feet and our breath cutting through the cool crisp air.



There were 5 of us altogether and a lot of exited banter, myself being overexited, wasnt paying attention to the trail and my left leg had a near miss with a deep, muddy chasm, but only i would be unfortunate enough to land with my right leg knee-deep in what can only be described as sh*t! However i soldiered on, even with the knowledge that i had tragically lost one of my thermal gloves...perfect, a sodden leg and a frozen hand, what a great way start to an already challenging hike!
When we reached the bottom of the track, we encountered a heap of rubble, posed on top for a few photos...



made a sharp turn left...and was faced with our first challenge:



We stopped for a short break and gazed with awe at this steep climb ahead of us, we knew this needed a head for heights and endurance but the knowledge that the view at the top was going to be spectacular forced us to eagerly pick up the pace and persevere.

It just kept getting steeper....



And steeper.....



And even steeper....



After a lot of clambering over snow-clad rocks, panting, sweating and near-fainting, we finally reached the top!



Sat down, took a much needed rest and enjoyed the breathtaking view.



The hike was not over yet though, a precarious balance along the mountain edge...



A leap across a small waterfall...



A wade through freezing cold water...





And plenty more sweating, balancing, stumbling, laughing, falling, tripping, slipping, climbing, sliding :)
An experience i would gladly do again!

Colours

We all know that certain colours can affect our moods and trigger a particular feeling or response. As we all react to colours differently, we can all label each and every one with an individual meaning. Id be interested to hear how these colours make you feel. Here are my 'colour emotions' in 3 words.

Red - Bold, powerful, striking (Its always red that will stand out in a grey world)


Blue - Gentle, soothing, serene (Like water)




Green - Sense of renewal (cleansing, refreshing. Freshly cut grass)


Yellow - Peaceful, carefree, lifted (The feeling of the warm sun on your face)


Grey - Listless, morose, indecisive (its the colour of the sky when it cant make up its mind what weather to be)

Quote of the day

“Each one of you has something no one else has, or has ever had: your fingerprints, your brain, your heart. Be an individual. Be unique. Stand out. Make noise. Make someone notice. That's the power of individuals.”
- Jon Bon Jovi

A story made of Bon Jovi songs...how many can u spot?

Im gonna tell you the story of my life, and who knows, i might even tell you a dirty little secret!

Once i hit the age of 16, i suddenly became misunderstood and i turned into nothing but a runaway. My father was always drunk, and my mother, she dont know me. At least i learnt one thing from my broken home, love lies. I decided it was time to breakout and i remembered a woman in love who gave me something to believe in. So now im gonna run to you.

I left behind the days of being wild on the streets and jumped on a homebound train to follow my heart.

I travelled the distance to tokyo road, everywhere i went their was love for sale and women shouting lay your hands on me. Teenage boys were wasted on bad medicine and people saw me as a social disease.

Howevere i managed to keep the faith in your love, i know i cant save the world, but i will save our blood on blood promise to never say goodbye. The hardest part is the night and i was so full of fear in this strange place. I was burning for love and i needed you in these arms. I truly believe that you were born to be my baby.

I fell asleep alone that night and dreamt of you on a bed of roses.

The next morning i decided to just let it rock, and get the hell outta this two storey town. I finished my last cigarette and headed off to dry county. Well they do say wild is the wind and i remember an old friend saying to me stick to your guns and follow your secret dreams.

I took some mystery tain and arrived the next night. Then i went to a bar that was open all night and met some guy called joey, he was wanted dead or alive but i didnt care coz these days theyre all the same.

The night started getting complicated as i drunk bitter wine to numb the pain. I already knew my soul was damned so i agreed when joey said he'd hook me up. I was drifting in and out of love that one wild night.

Its my life thats getting harder im the last man standing lone but its time to bounce back and accept thats just the price of love.

I want you but i cant have you coz that would be living in sin, but thankyou for loving me anway. I guess some things just aint meant to be, its hard letting you go but maybe ill see you again in the next 100 years. Ive said goodbye to yesterday, now im unbreakable, now i can honestly say this aint a love song.

Im just living on a prayer but i know ill die in a blaze of glory!

Inspired by

So todays been one of those days, full of stress, worries and headaches...usually i would turn to my diary and fill it with 3 pages of angry scrawl, but today i decided to start a blog.

This was inspired by a witty and hilarious book i have recently finished, about a young woman who has no sex life to speak of, thus resulting in a bitter resentment towards happy couples, and one day she decides to start a blog with the aim of meeting a man.
Its titled 50 ways to find a lover and written by the hilarious Lucy-Anne Holmes... i thouroughly reccomend it, it will get you laughing out loud at the observational comedy and under-used expletives, a real page turner and im sure many of you ladies out there will be able to relate to some of Sarah Sergeants experiences and mishaps.
Heres one of example of how you could get a copy of this book and also the blerb...happy reading.

http://www.panmacmillan.com/titles/displayPage.asp?PageTitle=Individual%20Title&BookID=408783&Category=