Cheers and screams of joy are rife in the air,

(Howls and shrieks of pain run rampant in this wasteland),

We skip and leap and jump without a care,

(They hurdle over the marred bodies in the sand).

 

Look at those sweet stars falling from the sky,

(Orbs of fire burn tear tracks into the inky dark),

Let’s find out if my paper plane can fly,

(Metal birds bloated with cold bullets find their mark).

 

We’ll go down to the lake and catch some frogs,

(They are trapped in your rows of cruel iron cages),

Give me back my book about the nice dogs,

(Words of hate have been scrawled across these torn pages).

 

Shall we hold hands and watch the clouds blow by?

(Gaze on as the fog of ash and embers settles),

Tell me how those trees got to be so high,

(Soldier’s boots stamp away all the pretty petals).

 

Don’t tear up my favourite teddy bear,

(Don’t pierce my brother with that razor sharp steel blade),

I hate telling the truth; I’ll do a dare,

(Watch as the souls of those you once knew slowly fade).

 

I swear that your secrets are safe with me,

(Whisper into my ear a sweet poisonous lie),

We’ll be friends forever, just wait and see,

(I’ll cross my heart and hope to die).

 

They stand stationary like an army of neon soldiers. Their warm amber glows fight off the ever-growing darkness, spilling onto the concrete like blood from a fresh wound.  It is a strange feeling to be surrounded by the shadows of the night and the burning radiance of the streetlights simultaneously. They hum in perfect harmony with each other. No other creature dares to disturb their gentle symphony. Not even the wind sings tonight. The stars, silent as always, pale in comparison to their strange plain beauty. Their uniformity is almost comforting, safe, consoling because no matter how far is travelled the same lights will always be there; guiding and guarding us.

 

And then suddenly they are flickering and eventually fizzle out. Alone with only the light of the moon, which runs along the street like rivers of quicksilver, the shadows pounce upon the world like wolves. The foreign noise of rustling leaves and hooting owls assault the ears. Windows of grand houses blink wonderingly; their velvet eyelids billowing to and fro and a trail of wandering footsteps and crystallized breath decorate the road.

 

The streetlights spark to life and the ground shimmers as orange flames play along its surface. A safe path is illuminated once again but something is different now. Suddenly the dark shadows seeping inwards look inviting. Now the streetlights are almost blinding in intensity. That is when realisation strikes; sometimes enlightenment means turning off the lights. For it is only because of shadows that light exists.

Fundraising month has finally ended and I get 10 whole days off for Easter :P. One of the highlights of the school year and basically the school in general has got to be the annual talent show. Of course there are the serious acts which are awesome but I'm more of a comedy person myself and I have one word for this year's show.... HILARIOUS!!! Personally I've always hated High School Musical but watching 80% of the teaching staff do a reinement of it has made me discover a new love for the movie. I don't think I'll ever be able to look at my principal again without imagining him in an East High basketball kit. Then I could have sworn I'd stepped into an episode of Skins when four seniors started to strip. And they call it a Catholic School!!! Lol. So all in all a very entertaining afternoon... in a weird perverted kinda way.... :P I'm gonna leave it there for now I think, just in case I give someone nightmares.

What a week! I hate this time of year so much; it's just test after test after test. My maths class even has to repeat a stupid algebra test because apparently our brains turned to mush that day. To top that off I have a History test on the Cold War tomorrow. I get to spend about an hour and a half writing about the mistakes made by world leaders in the 90's; do I feel lucky or what? The worst thing about all this is that these are just mocks, the real tests start in the middle of May and will determine whether I spend the rest of my life mopping floors in a supermarket for minimum wage. Luckily, the school's annual talent show is on Wednesday and marks the end of our fund-raising for our school's current charity project. There's a lot of competition between the classes to raise the most money and the show itself is usually pretty funny to watch. I think my class is currently on about £600 which isn't bad for a group of 24 people who live in a small town. We had a bun sale, or a bake sale as it may be more popularly known, which raised over £100 in 15 minutes (obviously because of my awesome salesmanship :P). I got a lot of good comments for my caramel squares. Well that was about it for this week. Eventful, I know.... But until next time SLAN (which is goodbye in Irish because I'm feeling random)

Well to start off I'm not really sure what I'm going to use my Livejournal account for but most likely it will just be trivial randomness like the title suggests. However telling everyone a bit about myself seems like a good place to start. I'm a teenager from Northern Ireland with some major exams coming up in a couple of months. That pretty much sums me up for now. This seems kind of short for a first post and I hear people are apparently interested in Irish culture so I guess I'll tell you about a céilí I went to last night. For those who are wondering what that is or how the hell you pronounce it for that matter I'll explain. It's pronounced Kay-lee and basically before there were nightclubs in Ireland there were céilí halls and the idea of céilí dancing is shoving as many people as possible into these halls and dancing at ridiculous tempos to songs that seem to go on forever. I realise this all sounds a bit masochistic at the moment but trust me you haven't lived until you've been swung around by a pensioner at 100mph. Now I know that you're probably thinking I live in some backwards little town that no one's ever heard of. That statement is half right. I do live in a fairly small town but there are plenty of nightclubs and bars; if you're over 18 that is. Therefore the most suitable venue for teenagers besides from a céilí hall in the middle of the Irish countryside is one of the many suburban estates. The only problem is the local police force doesn’t seem to agree with groups of teenagers, and by groups I mean 10+ people, disturbing the peace by talking too loud or loitering outside the local supermarket.  When all of this is taken into account it's really not surprising two of my friends and I organised a céilí for our school's charity. It's also not surprising that I ended up dancing with a man old enough to be my granddad who I think formed an unhealthy liking for me. But honestly eating homemade buns and ham sandwiches and dancing in a packed hall non-stop for almost three hours wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. I think I should probably find a boyfriend though to help fend off the elderly men.