Empty Eyes

A very sweet friend of mine who lives 1350km away wrote this essay based on a picture that I took of this sweet little boy. I was very touched and so honoured that it inspred her to write such a beautiful piece. I dunno if it's cos she is my friend but I think she has such beautiful writing skills. Thank you, my sweet friend, for letting me share this on my little blog.

Words: Empty Eyes

Written by: Lauren Fisher

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You tell me the sky is the limit. Are you making mockery of everything I thought to be my reality? empty, cold boxes line the pallor of these streets. Still this hunger remains strife as I close my eyes, these eyes, which are numb to the world around me, a world which I have seen only on maps and in dreams. Flaunt the ideals of roller coasters and candy floss, families- they’re holding hands. warmth together with warmth, for not will they be cold tonight.


The echoing, empty slapping of five cent coins that fall into the tin shaded by my shadow, contradicts the soft beauty of raindrops upon my face, each one gliding down over my lips as if in slow motion.


The aggressive interruption of the train as it intrudes angrily upon my already broken silence. I hum a soft tune in the back of my throat politely, it’s the one she taught me, before.


As the gray clouds grow thicker, the night falls over me. “It’s time” they say as they all gather near. The broken windows, the pale green walls, the torn books that say ‘Sandy‘, ‘Dean’ or ‘Claude‘. The skins we wear, with bones seeping through. The scars on our bodies leave a trace of our past, Our futures painted in fog across our faces.


We can shut tight these eyes we were given, but much too heavy will they be in the morning, much too bright will the lights shine in through the tattered, once-white lace which drags along the cold cement floor. So we hold open our lead eyes, we push through the night, we turn to the darkness, we find solitude in the pity, we long for the waves of impurity to wash over us. We wait for the day, where we will no longer need strength to keep open our spheres through which we see this world.


Where someday our eyes will fit into the lens of a camera.


Where someday our eyes, will not be empty and sad.


Where someday our eyes may be filled with the beauty of the world we search for. Where the only language we know, is that from the warmth of the sun.

forest children

there isn't much point to this post. it's just a post to post. the four of us the morning after a very.....memorable and bladdy fantastic night. but yes, anways, this is the three of us frolicking in her beautiful garden, loving life and taking in the sun. yes. the sun. oh and jumping on the trampoline *spelling*. lauren was being a vampire and didn't come out to play, but that's okay because we love her still.

i have a burning love for trees. big, bulky, yummy trees. i just find them to be so beautiful.

Words: -Trees

                 -Little Red

Creator/s: - Joyce Kilmer

           - Kate Nash

|| I THINK that I shall never see

A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest

Against the sweet earth's flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,

And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in summer wear

A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;

Who intimately lives with rain. 

Poems are made by fools like me,

But only God can make a tree. ||

||Everybody took everything that they could

And they made a little town out of stones and out of wood,

And they made a little king out of plastercine,

And they threw the rules away but they kept the wisdom in.

And all the birds and the bees lived so peacefully

And all of the babies they slept so gently until...

Little Red, Little Red, Little Red, Little Red, Little Red, Little Red, Little Red, Little Red.

Little Red, Little Red, Little Red, Little Red Little, Little Red came knocking.

Little garden, how do I make your flowers grow,

When I already do everything that I know?

I bring you sunshine and I bring you rain but still you refrain.

All the other gardens are so full of flowers.

They're so colouful, yeah, I spend all these hours

Trying to make you as beautful as them but stil you refrain.

Little girl, why are you crying,

Just because the flowers in your garden are dying?

There's so much that you could be doing,

And all of your neighbours,

Well, they haven't got a clue.

Come on with me and we'll have a little fun,

It's not too dangerous, yeah, and we won't hurt anyone.

Yeah, we'll cause some havoc between the birds and the bees,

We'll paint the town red and we'll shake the trees.

Oh, come on with me and I'll show you a good time,

All you have to do is a jump and a climb.

Yeah, I'll take you over to the other side of town.

There's so much to do there and everybody wheres a crown.

Jump. jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump and a jump, jump, jump and a climb.

And a jump, jump, jump and a jump, jump, jump and a jump, jump, jump, and a climb.

And a jump. jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, cimb.

And a jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, climb.

Oh let's pack a picnic and then go for a drive.

We'll go to a funfair and go on all the rides.

We'll climb up a mountain and take in all the sites.

We'll jump in a plane and fly.

If you want you can come back to mine.

We'll drink some coffee and you can spend the night.

We'll do anything that makes you smile

'Cause your smile is beautiful and it makes me happy.

'Cause your smile is beautiful and it makes me happy.

Well, this little girl grew up and moved away.

And she lived her life full of risk and full of play.

And she lived her life with so much to say,

And her flowers, they grow more beautiful every day.

hahahaha