The callous nature of mankind and a particular coldness of one’s heart combined, will always lead to an inevitable downfall.
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11 Words
Original WritingA hand on a thigh
to show the world you’re mine.
Burnt
Original PoetryOur spark transformed into a fire,
and others could only look on in awe
as we lit up the night sky.
But somewhere along the line
we forgot to put it out.
And oh my love, did we get burnt.
Spectres
Original PoetryThe way it moves, so quickly,
untouchable and unstoppable.
A spectre of a dream once admired,
now a memory forcibly forgotten.
With the winter sun glaring down at us
it’s so easy to miss.
But those who are haunted by it
can never escape it.
White Roses
Original WritingEven the most dangerous demon was an angel once. Beauty can disguise evil incredibly well – there are always thorns on even the whitest of roses.
Eternal Life
Original WritingHow can we die, when we live on in each other’s memories?
Artist
Original PoetryA brush of paint,
a scratch of ink,
a drop of blood –
we’re all artists
in our own right.
Camden Town
Project LondonEvery town in London is so beautifully lit up at this time of year!
I’ve been visiting Camden for about two years now, and from the market to the food stalls, to the tattoo parlours and the packed streets at night, it is one of my favourite parts of London to visit.
Camden High Street
Camden Lock
– Emily Bronte
Literature“May you not rest as long as I am living. You said I killed you – haunt me then.”
Wuthering Heights
Simplicity is Agony
Original PoetryA kiss on the cheek
Staying apart for a long week
Simplicity is beauty
but it is agonising.
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