Category: About Me
Let me dance
I want to dance, but will these weary limbs hold me? I want to leap without falling, spin without tripping. To throw myself into movements, without throwing myself away. I want to dance, but can my quaking hands break the bars of my cage? Could I fly with the stars? Or would I merely jump to touch them and fall short? I want to … Read More Let me dance
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Cries from the dead
Hark! Does one not hear the moans and shrieks from those laid down in the earth? Does one not feel the severe quaking ripple through bodies? Does one not drop to their knees and let the tears stream down and mix with the soil? Wait. I beg thee not to leave me, for I should surely fall into the hands of people who are … Read More Cries from the dead
Shimmering bodies dance in blue, like ladies in a musical. Sand like sprinkles on an iced cake, blankets on top like cherries. Clouds like cotton candy one day, other times menacing grins. Skies of different colours, changing with my mood. Drifting with the waves, the atmosphere moved. Chaos blending in harmony to create what can only be known as the beach.
The Queen of arguments
Arguments flaring with no real fuel, setting alight figurative buildings for the sake of ones enjoyment. The opponents coming with a spread of answers and questions to throw in her direction. Alas, my Queen, she may fall this time if her sharp tongue does not sneer in the right way, or if her words are mellowed and empty. My fair Queen, do not revel … Read More The Queen of arguments
A hobby in the form of jewellery
In 2019, I discovered what is now one of my dearest hobbies; jewellery making. Particularly earrings. I have always relished adding something uniquely me to what I wear, and being able to create even the smallest thing, through my eyes, is wonderful. I feel that my inner thoughts and feelings can be so easily expressed in a piece of jewellery, that a finished product … Read More A hobby in the form of jewellery
I want to be here, But my wandering mind won’t, I try but can’t stay.
Talking, but the words I utter dissolve before making an impact. Singing, but my melodies are background noise, not payed attention to. Crying, but emotion doesn’t slice into the hearts of onlookers; instead, they watch on as though my pain were merely an ant on a leaf. Dancing, but my feet are numb, stepping in a rhythmic yet dull patter; a pattern that goes … Read More Talking
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