I don’t think you understand. There is no way to articulate what happens In the recesses of my brain, Where sunbeams of fantasy grace me, And hailstorms of dread torture me, But you are the stone maiden at the altar Of my mindscape Churchyard. You never move from this special spot, Confined to the marble on which you stand. Despite me knowing this, I cannot keep my eyes away, For fear of you vanis... » Continue Reading
I've been offered my first journal publication outside university works!!! I write stories and poems and have been wanting to be an author since I was young, I think this is a very big step in my goals. It's not a massive publication or anything, but it's something! » Continue Reading
spend all your time researching niche topics you like that have nothing to do with your actual schoolwork. maybe it will work. im not saying it will. but maybe! » Continue Reading
The rose is almost dead. Clinging to its stem with a hunchback droop, Its petals have turned black and ruby violet, Shriveled and cold like a bruised eye That throbs and swells with the same violent colors. One by one they fall and cover my windowsill, Counting down the days until nothing is left, Sitting in a jar of putrid water, where the sun shines And graces it with the essenc » Continue Reading