Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts

A trick of the mind.

He stuck like the smell of fresh wet paint, or the sound of drums, or even the lyrics to your favourite song. He lives in her head, keeps her company forever more, it's all just a dream a figment of her imagination. Did they ever even meet was it even possible. She had and it was.

xoxo Miriam

Snow Blessed Dreams.

I have a weakness for snow, it softens the worlds rough edges there is no harsh urban jungle and rolling hills of the country they roll in to one never ending landscape that is endlessly appealing to both adults and children alike.

Something I scribbled down in my notepad earlier this week:

The world glides past, each landscape contrasting to the next. As always in this world they call home there is a pattern, from rural to urban and back to rural again, a seemingly endless pattern. There is a grey area between the two opposing areas, known to the people as the middleground, it is neither harsh like the concrete city nor is it the soft freshness of grass and the countryside. The middleground is where people who are lost go to begin again.

 

 

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All things considered it is very difficult so dress warmly and still look nice. I find a silk scarf tends to soften any rough edges of the classic winter coats and jackets. On another note I am in love gradient coloured jumpers like the one I'm wearing.

 

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Even though I couldn't make it into college I did manage to complete the majority of this weekends homework including ToK and Geography essays.

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Jacket - Topshop, Jumper - Soul Cal @Republic, Jeans - New Look, Wellies - Hunter

 

xoxo Miriam

 

Fiery.

Due to complete exhaustion that has suddenly hit me there is no outfit but I took what I thought was quite a cool shot of one of the wood burners in my house whilst lit!

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xoxo Miriam

 

All I Want Is The Taste That Your Lips Allow...

The Writing Bit...

A triangle of sporadic light lined the gap between the door. Behind lay waves of candles, well tea lights if I'm to be accurate. The waves of warm light surrounded the vast curls of silk that protected her from society, you see the silk was all people saw and all they admired. The people knew nothing of the mind that was behind the clothes, and that is how it would stay until now.

The Fashion Bit...

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The Overview. I went all St.Trinians without being conscious of it. All I needed was my old school tie and the uniform would have been recreated.


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Shirt: M&S, Dress:H&M

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Tights: Iwi Creations

All that glitters.

All that glitters.

All that glitters is golden, well that's what they say. But how can that be true, when the sun shines everything glitters. Today was different though, she awoke shaking on the floor, the space above her span and swirled. This wasn't the way she imagined it to end. Fragments of the last mornings events were but wisps of smoke compared to the throbbing in her side.
I feel I ought to explain, although it is somewhat difficult. You see it all began as a game, like many tales do, except that the game was her own. A game in which she made and broke the rules.

(I am trying a new technique of writing. The idea is to write a short beginning of a story based on a key word from my Outfit Of The Day picture.)
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