The first day of National Poetry Writing Month. This is a poem about fighting beauty standards set out by magazines. Similarly to how magazines 'Cut and Paste' parts of the models body they like to create this perfect image, this poem tells the story of a girl who wishes to cut and paste her own version of beauty onto her body. It is about the battle we face trying to live up to unrealsitic beauty standards.
I wasn't going to purchase any new books this year, until I have completed the endless mass of neglected books I already have. And then... I had a birthday. Whilst I didn't technically purchase any books myself, I was gifted a selection of books as it is something my family do every year. They always... Continue Reading →
Cold, Yet warm, Leaves dancing, Colours are bright, It's that time of year, Animals hibernate, And there's a chill in the air, Wrap up warm or colds are in store, But the sun still shines in the cold day, Autumn it's great to have you back to stay. The floor is covered in leaves all... Continue Reading →
Let me introduce you to this side of my skin. It's blemished and red tinged it's pale and thin. This side of my skin, that everyone sees. It isn't everything that makes up me. The outside seems stern and cold to the touch. But that doesn't give me credit for much. I may seem unapproachable,... Continue Reading →
Ever since I was a little girl I have been obsessed with all things magical. This deep rooted love has developed in the start from my family, and our constant belief in magic. I grew up with stories of magic and mermaids and fairies and I had a sizeable imagination that went along side it.... Continue Reading →
Picking petals off a flower, They tumble to the ground, He loves me, He loves me not, Around until the answers found. The last petal falls, Down with it all my dreams, You see me loves me, Then he loves me not, Switching automatically. One day he’s around to love, The other, nowhere... Continue Reading →
She cast her eyes across the waves and watched, As the sun danced over the water. She thought about how she was like the ocean,Carefree and calm. But then she realised what else she could be. A storm of destruction, danger and fear.The waves crashing and bashing, destroying everything near. The sea may glisten but that’s... Continue Reading →