Current Residence: Australia
Favourite genre of music: Rock, 70;s..80's music
Favourite style of art: Realism in Traditional.
MP3 player of choice: ipod nano.
Shell of choice: turtle.
Favourite cartoon character: yakkity yak.
Under City LightsUnder city lights.Under City Lights by Little-Miss-Helena
Here in the middle of this deserted land, a place, where 5 roads met. Where decisions were discussed but not made and where the end of the world would happen, where it all begun and where it all ended. This was the first place that was ever created in the entire universe but it would not be the last to survive. That would be up to them.
They were all very different, but they all had so much in common. They all came from the same place and would return there, but only could they return at the same time. The afternoon wind was the coldest it had ever been; even the tree did not dare to sway. They sat in the middle on the five connecting roads; dust would swirl around them gently pressing up against each persons back, simply letting them know that they were not alone. The roads disappeared into the distance, each one holding new stories and new humans. They were always forbidden to talk to the people, it wasnt fair. It wasnt fair for anyone.
It is hard
rock 'N' roll 'N' cryYou scream to the world,rock 'N' roll 'N' cry by Little-Miss-Helena
You release yourself,
You see them all watching,
You feel alive.
You end with a smile,
You disappear behind the curtains,
You close your eyes,
And think, then
You leave to your room,
The one with your name in a star
On the door,
Which you close.
Leaning against the wall with
And the blade of a knife,
They all seem to smile.
Breathe, just breathe.
You fall to the floor,
The only way you can feel anything,
When sleep is no longer natural.
You know this cant continue,
Your parents were right,
They were all right.
But this is your life now,
Its what you dreamt of,
To be a rock star
It's not healthy and it's not fair,
You have so much more,
Than everyone else.
Yet you have nothing to live for.
They dont see you,
Not really you.
Yet you will continue,
You will keep on doing it,
Because it makes you feel good,
It makes you feel famous and important,
And worth while.
Seven Final DaysDay OneSeven Final Days by Little-Miss-Helena
It reminds me of my childhood, and my mum
I can still see myself creeping out from the hallway,
Tiptoeing so silently, dressed in yellow
And watching her;
Sitting at her table painting her ceramics.
Gently holding each one,
Stroking them with brushes of gold and crimson blue, creating new life.
We had different floor then, and a brown table which was where I am sitting now.
Smoke floating out from her lungs with the stress of the day,
What thoughts there must have been,
Whilst we sleep quietly in the bedroom
Ill never love anyone, as much as I have loved you.
They were all there.
At the edge of the earth.
At the end of the world.
The end of the world looked so beautiful. Like a sunset within another sunset. Here everything was pure, everyone was honest and nothing went wrong.
But it was here, that everything was to end.
It was here, everyone stood. They would look at their lives. Their entire life witho