Tag: writing
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Diary #9 – My mind is muddled.
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 honest it felt forced; then again I feel pleased with myself that I was productive in some shape or form despite feeling ‘low’ (?) I thought it wouldn’t […]
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[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, more rapidly than the waves of a stormy ocean can thrash. My eyes weld with tears, embarrassed to confess the taunting. With time we trod opposing paths, I […]
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[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 the tears or constant thoughts. You anticipate the ceasing of the sunlight, for the darkness can bring silence; yet knowing well that the night could also hinder the […]
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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 as well as with the millenials. Born into the very middle of the 90’s decade has it’s pros and cons. Sometimes I feel like people who were born […]
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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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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 hang out with friends outside of school that often; at least not during my secondary education. I love books. Thesedays I don’t read as much I should. I […]
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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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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 as a wonderful gift, I had previously owned other pets but my dream was to own a cat or a dog. Without fail, and this isn’t an exaggertion, […]
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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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‘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 month.We are three days into November, but I’m not going to allow my slight tardiness discourage me from setting myself some achievements to reach. In my current mental […]
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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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[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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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]: 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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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 over me like a gloomy grey rain cloud that’s attracted to hover above me. You’re like chilling constricting chains wrapped around my mind, throwing conflicting emotions and thoughts […]
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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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[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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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 animals hurry to their burrows in preparation for hibernation. The Squirrels scurry over the bark of almost bare trees, cautiously protecting their precious bundles which they have foraged. […]
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[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 my comfort zone by living without my immediate family; I moved abroad from the UK to France, and then again from France to South Korea. People move abroad […]
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