Incredibly belated, but this is what I made my mum for Christmas. I wanted to do a whole little book about the dogs but didn’t find time and ended up with this. :)
Posts tagged writing.
In Rome a thousand years from now
There burned a feud between Foxes and Hounds
I don’t pretend to be good at drawing or anything like that (you can’t even call this drawing let’s be real hahaha) but I’ve been messing around on the most basic designs for the Young Volcanoes. Maybe going to recruit Charli to help me make a booklet or poster!
Two friends had a case of the wanderlust blues
They couldn’t stay put, so they put on their shoes
In the hopes to discover a wandering cure
One too dangerous to have ever been made before.
Armed with cameras and film and plenty of warm hats
The friends had ingredients to hunt down and catch.
They climbed mountains to grab sunsets,
Caught dandelion seeds with nets.
Their feet got wet and they laughed and cussed
And scooped up snow and leaves and sleep dust.
They squashed all these ingredients in an old, empty book
And finally went home, so happy they shook.
Already it seemed the cure had worked it’s spell,
They felt content and new, wonderfully swell.
A month went by, two at most
And they found themselves dreaming of the mountains, the coast,
All the in-between places they liked the best,
The wanderlust blues settled again in their chests.
When they took out their book
It became all too clear
They could not be cured
By memories or a look.
There was only one way to cure their wanderlust blues,
So they picked up their cameras
And put on their shoes.
The Young Volcanoes
In Rome a thousand years from now
There burned a feud between Foxes and Hounds.
The secret weapon that would defeat them
Was trapped inside the Colosseum.
Though the war waged on, no one would dare
To find out what lay hidden in there.
The end of the feud inevitably came
On the night the Colosseum went up in flame
And from the burning ruins rose
The illustrious, legendary Young Volcanoes.
Stir-crazy kids, spirited and brash
Faces smudged with war-paint and ash
Chased every Fox from every street
And scared away Hounds with fire and heat.
They reclaimed the alleys of their home
And sang out to the ruins of Rome
With bones and hearts riled
“We are wild!
We are wild!”
wrote this little something about the volcanoes’ noble origins. now back to uni work, sigh
Who would be interested in Charli and I selling Hallowtween booklets?! We worked really hard last year making her story come to life and we’ve been working hard this year too, making it even better. Each order would have bonus surprises!!!! We also have poster and t-shirt designs in the works :) Thoughts?
Her brain is a tornado
And her heart the beaming sun
All day and night, to and fro
Between the two she’ll run
I wish I was elsewhere
I can’t keep off my feet
Space kids don’t sleep
For a die-hard explorer girl
I’m pretty in love with one little world
But landing is a bore
I gotsa universe to explore
I always wish I was elsewhere
Intergalactic wanderer to the core
I feel so disjointed.
The thing is sometimes it’s only ourselves we can follow to the ends of the Earth.
I am almost nineteen.
There is gold in my veins.
Settling will never be the same.
The planet looked dangerous
And filled him with awe.
A Moon Boy adventurous
Right down to his core,
Would never say no
To a new world to explore.
When you’re a Weather Kid, that’s all that you are
You’re rain, wind or snow
Or you’re sun in a jar.
But Wes the Weather Kid was worldwide renowned
For being the only Weather Kid
Who was always a cloud.
coming soon (ish)
“You should go to bed,”
Advised a voice inside my head.
“Never ever ever
Ever ever,” I said.
“You’ll get daytime dizziness,
Then you will be in a mess.”
But I’m dizzy every day
An hours snooze or less.
“Have some cocoa sleep dust,”
A mug below my nose was thrust.
It smelt of dreams and wishes,
“Oh, I’ll drink it if I must.”
But I must be immune to sleep potions
And lullabies with magic motions.
I must have Wide Awake Syndrome
Or be far too prone to nocturnal notions
Because I should just go to bed
But I can’t find my way out of my head.
There’s a lightning bolt in my chest and thunder in my veins
I’ve got a lousy aim
I’m one of those rainy day kids
Better known for misses than hits
I just want to rest my messed up brain on you
I want to go insane with you
I want this storm inside of me out to electrify everyone it rains on
So so damn damn sick of pretending that cool is a real thing
When I only believe that cool is how my skin and chest feel when I jump into sea
And stupidly because hell it’s freezing
And I really don’t care that I might not know boys in bands if I’d never known you because my priority
Is not how people like you see me
You’re just a crack in the concrete of my history
And I’d happily never go back
To tripping on the rifts in the street I’ve got enough trouble with my feet
And while you’re turning lights down to ‘look more sexy’
We’ve got light shows in the space between our skin and our bones
Neon veins trail to our brains and we’re really not thinking beyond this is awesome
We’re raised like water
Don’t wanna lay in pools we want to be a river