I’d say it’s possibly surpassed a week since I have felt like writing anything. I managed to type-up a product review sometime last week, but to be…… Read more “Diary #9 – My mind is muddled.”
Tag: writing
[Poem]: Untrustworthy.
I invested my trust in you, confined all in privacy with nowhere else to turn. You betrayed me, left in trepidation of the unknown. You apprised rumours,…… Read more “[Poem]: Untrustworthy.”
[Poem]: In Hope.
It feels as if you’re gradually falling; as you ponder every detail, every moment all within in few minutes but repetitively. Your head whirls & aches from…… Read more “[Poem]: In Hope.”
How I Feel About The Year I was Born In.
Being born in 1995 categorises people born within that year in the same age group as people who were born in the late 80’s and early 90’s…… Read more “How I Feel About The Year I was Born In.”
[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…… Read more “[Blogmas] Day 17: [Poem] – Festivities. “
[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…… Read more “[Poem]: Night’s Silence.”
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.…… Read more “In that second.”
[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…… Read more “[Poem]: Autumn evening. “
Books I grew up with.
Jacqueline Wilson books: I’m not assamed to say that I had the tenancy to be antisocial as a child. I wasn’t unpopular at school, just I wouldn’t…… Read more “Books I grew up with.”
Learning is a life long process.
We never stop learning. From the moment we’re born we’re learning about our bodies and exploring our environments through the use of our senses, we spend our…… Read more “Learning is a life long process.”
[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…… Read more “[Poem]: Lucky.”
3 ‘must read’ non-fiction books based on WWII.
Today I thought I’d share with you, 3 insightful non-fiction books. I will briefly highlight what each book is about without spoiling every detail. As expected these…… Read more “3 ‘must read’ non-fiction books based on WWII.”
Feline friend.
Milly, also known as ‘Milly-kins’ or ‘squiggy’ is the black, white & ginger patched cat I received on my 13th Birthday from my parents. Before receiving Milly…… Read more “Feline friend.”
[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…… Read more “[Poem]: Conflicting.”
‘To-do-list’: My goals for November.
Recently I’ve seen quite a few blog posts by others who have set themselves targets to complete either within a week or for the duration of a…… Read more “‘To-do-list’: My goals for November.”
‘Away with the Fairies’.
The day dreamers captivated by ideas and thoughts. Staring into thin air, appearing deranged or full of dispair. Some become depleated, skin a pale merge of a…… Read more “‘Away with the Fairies’.”
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…… Read more “Onwards.”
[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…… Read more “[Poem]: Comfortable.”
[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,…… Read more “[Poem]: Finding strength.”
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…… Read more “A letter.”
[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…… Read more “[Poem]: Throughout the Autumn nights.”
[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.…… Read more “[Poem]: Not the end.”
If depression was a person.
‘Dear’ depression, I thought I had defeated you. Somehow you dragged me back into the shadows of dispair. I distracted myself, keeping guarded, yet you repeatedly cast…… Read more “If depression was a person.”
[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…… Read more “[Poem]: To be loved.”
[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…… Read more “[Book Review]: Miranda Hart – ‘Is it just me?’”
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…… Read more “The days of Hibiscus & Rose: Part 2. “
The days of Hibiscus & Rose.
The days of Hibiscus & Rose As children, we’re eager to grow up fast. We anticipate that life as an adolescent or adult will bring a multitude…… Read more “The days of Hibiscus & Rose.”
Read with coffee: Behind the Garden gate.
Ebony and Lilly fixated there eyes upon a gate which surely wasn’t any taller than a meter and a half. The metal hinges and hoop door handle…… Read more “Read with coffee: Behind the Garden gate.”
Read with coffee: Autumn talk.
As the dried burgandy leaves and chestnut coloured conkers begin to fall to the damp undergrowth, a crisp chilling breeze whirls around us. In the meantime, busy…… Read more “Read with coffee: Autumn talk.”
Misconceptions about the British and the UK.
Now before anyone starts getting offended, I’m not saying the UK is all doom and gloom. Just as a Brit, I feel like there are some downsides…… Read more “Misconceptions about the British and the UK.”
[Mental Health]: Anxiety is not the same as nervousness.
A few months ago I made that inevitable leap in life of finally moving out of my parent’s house. Not only did I break the barriers within…… Read more “[Mental Health]: Anxiety is not the same as nervousness. “
