Some words that came to mind on a train trip to the city a while back. 15/5/15 to be precise. Continue reading Sinking
Two posts in one day, that’s a rarity! If you read my last post, you’ll know that today is the type of day where I look at old photographs and bury myself in books and drinks litres and litres of steaming hot tea. But as perfectly Autumnal as the day has been, I’ve noticed that I’m restless, that I’m yearning for something. What could it be? … Continue reading Purposeful Writing?
There is something quite magical about the smell of toast as it wafts down the hallway on a Saturday morning. There is something quite magical about today altogether. The air is crisp and cold and the sky is the colour of a European winter. And here I sit, nestled in the layers of my thick, white blanket, wrapped in scarves and beanies and furry sweaters. … Continue reading Saturday
I don’t remember the first time I stood on a board, but I remember the first time I felt it. Felt the energy that is, the movement, the thrill of the earth and the ocean pass beneath my feet. It was as if I held a secret the rest of the world, save a few, were not privy to. Like I had become a part … Continue reading Pulse
Hurrah for more poetry! This is another from the recent collection of works that I wrote. The photo below only really relates to the last two stanzas or so, but it’s so pretty that I just had to include it. I so badly just want to experience the freedom she must be feeling right now. It’s also not my photo, so all credit to the … Continue reading To War
This is a piece called Distortion. It was fascinating to me how easily the words came to me once I began to write. I usually stick to creative prose, but me oh my, perhaps writing poetry will become my new found love? Or maybe I’m just getting cocky? For those of you who are not aware, the “He” in this work is God, the God of … Continue reading Distortion
For a recent assignment, I tried my hand at poetry. I wrote a collection of works based on some person struggles I’ve been facing over the past few years. I’ve never seriously attempted anything like this before, but I definitely enjoyed letting out my inner Coleridge. The Monster Took a walk through the jungle Brought someone along She came armed with her words but she didn’t … Continue reading The Monster
Today I had a small but significant realisation sitting in my International Studies class. Perhaps all that ghastly critical thinking is finally getting to my brain, or perhaps I was just day dreaming as I normally do when things get a little dull (which is always). But anyway, on to my realisation. Up until this point I’ve always thought that I needed to have … Continue reading Everyday Magic