I love getting lost into my own imagination as it brings me into so much creative endeavors than anything else. Some people fear their own imagination but I love it. I love my own imagination. xo
So yesterday, I had so much free time before class started. I began to pace back and forth in one place of the hallway, listening to music. That I don't often blast through the speakers when I'm home alone. Long story, short. I wrote a few poems about "blind love" in my journal. xo
Photo from Pixabay What I haven't told you guys yet is that I was born during the Year of the Boar. A fearless animal and a clean one too, which is a little opposite of what a Boar is. I'm very loyal and very artistically driven rather than domestically driven. I'm not afraid to say [...]
Rhyme is something that I barely use in my poetry but it's there for me to use when I need something to help me, creatively. This creative tool is often found in Taylor Swift's early works. (If you follow me on Twitter, you would know about my love for Taylor Swift.) The rhymes that I [...]
https://youtu.be/fkplDcv5E1E This is one of my favourite modern poems. It's written by Taylor Swift as part of her reputation album. xo
When I'm listening to music, I always tend to daydream and lines of poetry just pops into my head. One of the lines that's been stuck in my head is "Don't need no diamond ring. I just need you, baby." xo
Photo from Pixabay We were dancin' 'round the living room floor While the neighbours pound the door To the radio and our favourite song, I'm in your arms where I truly belong
Photo from Wikimedia You were an English boy In the Scottish breeze And it feels like home. When fireworks blossomed On the purple, blue sky, It's such a beautiful night With you!
Photo from pxhere Used to pick up white dandelions Off the grass and blow them away Pretty much the highlight of my day Remembered that Welsh breeze, Blowing through my raven hair That feels like home sweet home A twelve year old, Lent Lily Making welsh cakes With the ladies of the backroom Singing praises [...]
Art by Anna Pishko Before he calls me up... Before he makes up lies... Before he wants to ask me... I just want him to know Darling, I can see through him I see through his "pain" And that's not okay He pretended to suffer on a cross Because I was actually right He cried [...]
Photo found on Google He threw me into a riot That left me badly bruised. He burnt me into a fire That got me screaming. He went around saying That I was delusional When I've created A universe in my head. He said that I was crazy But honey, I'm only me. He said that [...]
Photo found on Google Lavenders are the roses of the French. It can be scattered like starlight. Though mystical and beautiful, It can't be a wish for a million dreamers.
Photo found on Google She saw the plainness of his words Like a firefly under the moonlight. It was timeless just like a disco ball. She'd believe to be truer than true. Jane and Emily aged her mind With tales, she'd only dreamed and The choir sung a thousand songs But none were about the [...]
In the movies, Natasha Romanoff Is the assassin With a specific skillset In the movies, Peggy Carter Is the Founding Mother Of S.H.I.E.L.D. In the movies, Peppers Potts Is the C.E.O. Of STARK Industries In the movies, Hela of Asgard Is the rightful Ruler And Queen of Asgard In the movies, Hope Van Dyne Is [...]
For the greatest sorceress, cursed, These million little stars in acidic water Death came like a speck of dust And a snowstorm in mid-July Tears flow like an endless river Shallowed voices in rejoice, Rejoicing in treacherous numbers Only the heathens mourned her "No harm done when you see tricks, Unadulterated scandal with the witch" [...]