At 6am on Monday morning I woke up, packed last minute as always and was so honoured to be taken to the bus station by a couple of friends, a luxury that I normally do not get to experience. Then my 35 hour journey began, and surprisingly it wasn’t all…
My last week in London was filled to the brim with seeing everyone that had grown dear to me, unfortunately I didn’t manage to say goodbye to everyone but I still think I did pretty well. I also managed to squeeze in some sightseeing too.
Last Monday a…
It’s been so long since I’ve last blogged I don’t even know where to begin… Exams are over and I can’t get rid of the gigantic smile on my face. The sun has been beaming and in the space of two days the trees have blossomed and the grass is looking a lot…
You can peck my vulf anyday.
Four months yesterday
home will be here.
Salty air on mine tongue
hops in my lungs
ancient walls graze palms.
Scottish men brawl
fag in one hand
woman in other.
Having a constantly changing environment is stimulating. I’ve been to 4 primary schools, 3 high schools, and as of now, 2 universities. As a result, I tend to erratically twitch if I am in the same place for longer than two years. I need things to be…
Alcohol ferments tongues and stomachs
Haziness obscures stars
Flames burn scars
Of you.
Stolen by those eyes
Stumbling beauty
Breathing in your dust
Tears melt bone and skin
Giving birth
Caressing pains
Engulfing sorrowful kisses
Both tender and pure
Shivering in the wake
Of my love
Yearning, aching, breaking
Trapped in the potential well
Of eternal and infinite walls
We tunnel through
An unrealistic probability
I had wanted nothing
Infatuated by infatuation.
I took everything.
Your money, your love.
You lay there.
A transparent silhouette.
The world so ugly, you tried to say goodbye, without saying a word.
Dark and twisted dreams, crying to shut them up.
Some part of you said no.
It always says no.
For some reason, you keep on living
You don’t want to die,
You won’t let you,
That stubborn bastard.
How personal should a blog be? So many people are writing blogs now that it’s usually a bore to keep up. I don’t want to write a blog that’s boring, I don’t want you to read it because your my mum or my best friend and you feel obliged. I want you read…
The cold is clear.
It provides a clarity.
The expanse opens
Out pours the stars
Invisible by day
Blinding by night.
My soul twinkles
Next to yours.
