Tag: creative
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[Blogmas] Day 17: [Poem] – Festivities.
Content among the comforting festivities, warmed by a woolen muffler & mulled wine. Lights gleam: draping above the Christmas markets. Carols inducing the smiles of passers-by. Thy kisses upon my hand: symbolic of your joyousness. The unacquainted unite over the inflicted ambiance as a merry-go-round whirls in rays of Moonlight.
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[Blogmas] Day 10: Last Minute Secret Santa Gifts.
Giving secret santa gifts can be a dreaded workplace tradition. Apparently it’s not good enough to constantly buy alcohol, chocolates and toiletry sets each year for your secret santa. When there is a budget, typically of £5-£10, it can be difficult to buy a half decent well appreciated gift for a colleague who you might…
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[Blogmas] Day 9: [Recipe] – A Centrepiece Cake.
Whether is be a store prepared cake or a homemade one, most people like to have a Christmas themed or ‘all out’ high calorie cream and/or chocolate cake to present and serve over the festive period. In my family we would usually have a cake like this during the evening or night of Christmas Day…
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[Blogmas] Day 3: Christmas Decorating on a Budget.
How much or how little money you spend on Christmas decorations alongside all the other treats you decide to provide at your expense is entirely your choice. This post is mainly for people who want to create a festive ambiance without settling for poor quality decorations; on the contrary not overspending on luxury handcrafted ornaments. …
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[Poem]: Night’s Silence.
Laying beside your loved one, tears welling in your eyes. Staying close, breaths and heartbeats insync. You are in utter happiness, yet internally pained by worries. Thoughts of the unknown days to come. Love can heal, unless there is night’s silence. The mind can speak louder than words. Reconnecting hands, mind’s brawl fades.
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In that second.
The icy breeze howled past,partially distracted by engaging in a tête-à-tête. Blanketed by a monochrome cashmere checkered scarf, eyes directed toward the snow dusted ground which dwindled fast. The sky a tinge of Cobalt and Amber, the crescent moon gleaming through Autumn’s spacious, rust coloured leaves. The air scented with roasted coffee and cologne. In that…
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Fashion Inspirations.
I don’t pay much attention to the latest trends or highlights from fashion weeks across the world. My motto is: if I like it, I like it. It doesn’t matter if other’s consider the garments in which I wear as fashionable or not. I know well which styles do and don’t work for me, I…
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Interior Design Wish list & Homeware Haul.
I have always loved interior design. Everything from intricate details of accessories to colour combinations. I even like collecting colour testers or sample booklets/strips. I think this liking came about during my childhood, my parents moved to a new home when I was 6 years old and it took quite a while for my Dad…
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[Poem]: Autumn evening.
Arms interlinked like a necklace, footsteps in perfect symmetry. Following the night lights which glimmer, illuminating their smiling faces. Captivated by the tranquillity of a Japanese water feature, still huddling side-by-side in seek of warmth. He guides her, trusting his intuition: she feels safe and content. Sitting across from eachother in a patisserie, hands enclasped…
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[Poem]: Lucky.
Completely engaged with the lyrics that you sing, if only you knew of the utter joy your presence can bring. Calm & content within the confinement of your embrace, gazing into each other’s eyes as you caress my face. Days turn to months since I’ve felt blessed with your care, a ceasing to thesedays is…
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[Poem]: Conflicting.
Simultaneously pressured with restrictive emotions, alongside a mind fog of emptiness. A longing to be caressed to restore self-worth, held in the mould of their arms: symbolic that you’re their world. Eyes interlocked feeling whole for a fleeting moment before negatively pondering every aspect over lukewarm tea. Days wither by, the careness for them intensifies…
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[Poem]: Comfortable.
I wouldn’t desire to live another way, laying beside you is where I must stay. Protected by your presence dowst in your essence. It’s too effortless to write about you. I wonder, is your mind often infused with me too? I’m merely a spectator in your shadow who has been impailed in the heart by…
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[Poem]: Finding strength.
Its pathetic. I miss you when you’re gone, no matter how brief the hours are. I want nothing more than for you to grow as a person, so I must find strength to let you fly. I mustn’t regard it as an involuntary act of being alone, rather the encouragement to let you fulrish; succeeding…
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[Poem]: Throughout the Autumn nights.
The Sapphire tinted sky casts over the cities and fields around midnight. Stars barely gleam through the fogginess. Deep Cyan ripples glint through the sparse clusters of clouds. Foxes scamper athwart the dewy fields to unfamiliar grounds whilst the overactive minds of the anxious flood with worriness; constricted by thought, turning beneath the blankets which…
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[Poem]: Uncertainties.
Positioned beside a cinnamon scented candle, captivated by it flame. She ponders about her destiny, whether it beholds someone providing succor. Reflecting about what should be implemented, rather than finding something to blame. Wondering what is the missing element, to making her feel complete. Is it something already existant on the path she leads? The…
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[Poem]: Not the end.
Slowly edging toward a breakdown, falling apart doesn’t mean you’re spiralling for an end. Two can survive through the mist, persisting with the presence of lingering emotion. Hands, fingers folded as one like a rose bud physically and mentally grasping the hope. Entightened in a embrace full of desperateness. Thoughts, worries incline before soothing, recurring…
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[Poem]: To be loved.
I remember the first time you told me you loved me. My heart melted & I felt compelled toward you. My love for you then started to bloom. It grew intensely, no matter how many thorns you had. These feelings haven’t ceased; I’m sure they never will. The promise I did make, can never break.…
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The days of Hibiscus & Rose: Part 2.
Blossoming. With a blink of an eye, Springtime had arrived. May’s efforts at the school she worked at had finally been recognised, rewarding her with a new role and responsibilities. She was fully immersed in her work life, still tired, yet feeling comfortable and satisfied with the direction in which she was heading. The people…
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