It has been 200 years since the birth of one of the world's most famous literary sisters, Anne Brontë . . .
I fear there's no escape, from an inconsequencial fate, From the tears held back, from the hands that suffocate. I'm frustrated, that year after year, Has led me nowhere, And my dreams are left somewhere that I can't remember. I wait. I wait, And I see no change, Any view of a future, so far … Continue reading Something.
Every day on my way to work, I pass eleven charity shops, all selling random books for less than £3. Then, there is a giant Waterstones, conveniently next door to where I work. This results in a lot of unnecessary spending, which I really can't afford, all on books which I won't get to reading … Continue reading October Book Haul
It had been years since I had left home . . . Having a love for roaming alone, Walking along the cobblestones, An "old soul" reminiscing about long ago. The bow window and the park below, With trees of yellow, red and gold, The literature carved into the stone, The view of the chateau at … Continue reading Step Outside
You broke my heart, Now it's in your hands to put it back together, We can try to start, Again. I don't want to fall apart, Before this even begins and then I'm left, Alone in the dark, Again.
Here's some strange little limericks . . . because today sucked. One of our paths is time and it winds as far as the eye can see, With no end in sight, but we walk forward steadily, We know that one day, The path will fade away, But our journey will continue, in a loved … Continue reading Walking Through Life
I want to . . . Lie under the stars with you and get lost in the night sky, Make music together, creating one song with our unique sounds, Read to you - experience the same story with our own imaginations, Walk up mountains hand in hand, whilst leaving individual footprints in the ground.
Describe the days of the week as if they were people Monday has good intent, but zero motivation, Tuesday is always anxious with disappointment and frustration, Wednesday "the hump day", just isn't as fun as it sounds, Thursday is just waiting for Friday to come around, Friday comes and brings the beers, it's going to … Continue reading Writing Prompt #14
I went to the valley where the sky is darkest, Briefly escaping the manmade miracle and the burdens it carries in its hands, To lie in the grass surrounded by black, To stare into the unknown and wait for natures fireworks to begin, To feel a purpose with every flash of light that shoots across … Continue reading Perseids
This writing prompt "triggered" me slightly. By the way, I love the fact that we live in a time where people are referred to as being "triggered" when something bothers them and even more so that there are Youtube compilations of this. Anyway, I was triggered. The first thing I thought about was how I … Continue reading Writing Prompt 10: Write about people you should never underestimate.