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How did my bra end up there?
'It's been a year,' she thought as she gathered her scattered clothing, '365 days... Jeans, knickers, t-shirt... How did my bra end up there?' Finally dressed she creeped out of the dimly lit bedroom and tiptoed down the stairs, praying that her heels wouldn't echo the usual "click clack" behind her ( Read more... ) -
I am poem
I am a thunderstorm
Brewing
Bitter and strong;
Drink me
Like a pot of coffee.
Try and soften my power,
Sugar?
I will sweep you up;
A passionate spiral
Caressing and kissing and stinging
You with my rain-
drop tears -
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Love me!
S-lowly...
On-top of the covers;
Where the lights are dimmed low
and we're like ordinary lovers.
Kiss me!
Under the stars;
Where the grass is green
and the Rabbits are from Mars.
Hate me!
At sunrise,
When I can't sleep...
and I've left the covers
In an unattractive heap.
Hit me ( Read more... ) -
Update
I had my first creative writing lesson at uni today and I've fallen in love. I kind of think that maybe I picked the wrong degree and should have done this in the first place, but never mind.
This first lesson was on poetry and we looked at surrealism, juxtaposition and imagery:
Come dance outside with me ( Read more... ) -
G20
It's been a bit hectic again recently what with the G20 meeting in London... I've been covering lots of protests.
( Put People First protest ) -
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Words come jumbled out of mess,
Squished;together;awkwardly;piled;
My brain is a frazzled, over-used, piece of hardware . . .
My fingers don't do as they've been told,
Instead they trace blank lines
and all my eyes can see are ellipses.
All the letters add up to numbers ( Read more... ) -
Glimpse
Caressing your toes, one-by-one ( Read more... ) -
Freefall UK
I know it's been a while - sorry!
I recently did a photoshoot for an accessories company called Freefall UK. They sell all sorts from Fashion bags (Bulaggi, Dickies, Playboy etc) to nifty little gadgets and fun gifts.
So anyway, here are some of the photographs:
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