Tag: art
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Um…Hi?
Realising that the last thing I wrote on here was with regards to dating apps truly haunts me inside. Maybe writing that oh so magical post zapped all the magic from within me and had me running for the hills on my hiatus for so long? Or maybe it’s because I was afraid of judgment,…
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The Cheat
The Cheat I close my eyes, I still feel you beside me. A distant memory latches on, As time heals the pain of losing you for eternity. I never knew that I was the other woman. And probably I was never meant to. But your urge to be so close to me from a place…
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Poem: Lies
Words and actions – unmatched. The truth is shrouded in mystery. So far back in history, That I begin to doubt myself. The effort applied to closing my ears and eyes, While you reveal a lie, concealing what should, Be known. Why spend more time, more energy, Entangling yourself in a web of secrecy? For…
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Art Art Art
Sentences which would spring to mind if I were to gaze upon the beauty of these masterpieces at the museum: ‘The Look’ – when someone steals your last crisp. Royal Collection Trust The ‘home late from work infront of the TV seriously questioning what I’m doing with my life’ kind of look. When Mother opens…
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Poem – ‘Try’
Swallowing pride, Suppressing suggestions of surrendering, To the doubts damning me from within. An attempt to achieve, Guised more as an attack on my ego, Failure must be coupled with Cheshire cat’s grin. To try, An action well-known to the brave. Yet not even an acquaintance of I nor him. Trying to…
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Poem – ‘A’ Is For Attraction
Enveloped in an aura of eternal amor. Any armour I adorned, Has been undone, it has been torn. Most magnetic is the mystery. My mind is mute from misery, As my heart mends from the lover before. ‘A’ is for attraction, The feeling of acceptance, Of an emotion more alien and more raw.…
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Poem: Stress
Stress. The subtle strangler. It manifests itself in many ways. A fabrication of the mind. Sending cortisol coursing through our veins. Life – so full of precious pressures. So petty, so small, minute. ‘A busy life is a happy one.’ A lie disguised as truth.
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Poem: Rejection
Stinging like the barb of a hornet, Heckles on my neck, shocked, stand upright. I’m in disbelief. Stormy skies swirl above me, My mind, clouded with an overcast of doubt. Why didn’t they just pick me? I thought I was good enough, But what good is water if absent in a drought? …
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When Will This Nightmare End?!
I feel like the whole world and its dog has chewed me up, sh*t me out and then sh*t on me that little bit more this last month. Yes, I don’t just want you to cue the violins, I want you to cue the whole damn orchestra. I think we all have times in…
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Poem – I Will Remember
Entangled in a web of grief, Spiralling out of control. Swig a bottle of cyanide, should I? To let the pain mellow? I couldn’t bear to bring myself, To meet such ill a fate. Instead I took a sip once more, Of lemon and ginger ale. I sip and reminisce, Of how life…
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City life
Like mice, Trapped in the rat race. A maze made for manipulation. Man against man, race against race. A breath. Of fresh air at dawn. As futile as asking the sun to, Rise at dusk and set in the morn. Private, A word less chosen. Only by those of land un-citied. Cities keep…
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Poetry: Success
The sweet scent of success, If only it lingered just that little bit longer. If only it tasted just that little bit stronger. Is success a waiting game, Or a game of chase? Should I give it my all, Or should I accept my fate? Success. The word on the tips of all…
The Neon Squid 