Tag: publishing
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Book Wishlist.
When I return to the UK for my next visit I intend to bring back some of the unread books I have in my collection, until then I have several books in my mentally noted wishlist that I would much like to purchase if possible. I have attempted to get into the whole ebook way…
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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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[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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[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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Onwards.
Not too long ago I wrote a post entitled: ‘If depression was a person’, a letter in which I wrote to my depression detailing how it made me feel and how I know I will always be strong enough to override it despite it’s obstacles. Since feeling in a rut I’ve been able to gradually…
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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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A letter.
I’m not the kind of person to usually expose my relationship with my boyfriend so publicly on social media; infact not a single one of our moments together is captured in photographs existing on Facebook, Instagram etc. All our moments are in our hearts and minds, just for us two. Of course our close friends…
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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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[Book Review]: Miranda Hart – ‘Is it just me?’
For those who are unfamiliar with Miranda Hart, she is a British comedian who is most well known for her self-titled sitcom: ‘Miranda‘. In real life and alike her sitcom character Hart is, well let’s just say, a little awkward and clumsy at times. Honestly, she is a celebrity that people can actually relate to,…
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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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