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Flickering Dark
A carefully crafted trap had been laid out To ensnare an unknowing creature He was hungry for the sweet taste of blood on the tip of his tongue, Driven by surging flames of wrath and revenge, Nothing more was wanted except to capture And bait her into making dreadful mistakes with tooth and claw His Continue reading
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A Letter to the Coffee House
To my dearest Café, This is a love letter to you. During my student years You were many things to me. A place to study, and to take refuge from the rain. A table to talk and flirt, socialise and share. A seat to sip on flat whites, and gaze out the window moodily, I Continue reading
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Saving Grace
I walk my feet down into a steep cave. We’re just walking and walking downhill, slow and steady. The cave walls are wet and clammy, there’s a peculiar heat to this place. But I must keep going. I’m scared now. The warmth is intensifying. And I feel my heart starting to race. I’m scared. But Continue reading
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Living Away from Home
Living away from home, from the place where you grew, and away from everything you understood. It gets lonesome, and I find that nostalgia comes easily, as it creeps up on you subtly like the pitter-patter of rain, washing over your back leaving a flurry of goosebumps and prickly skin. I see visions through the Continue reading
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On the Inside of this Beautiful, Small, and Shining Vessel
On the inside of this beautiful, small, and shining vessel Is a being, a glowing ball of light. When It commands her eyes to open, the light from the Outside world flows inwards, like a constant, rushing ocean tide. The view can be refreshing, and breathtaking. And sometimes difficult for the being to process, and Continue reading
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Sweet Autumn Comes Through Her Door
Sweet Autumn comes through her door, She doesn’t knock, or call. She simply glides through, in shades of Orange, yellow, red, and brown. It arrives at the young lady’s room, But stops by the door, peering in. High-ceilinged. Walls, windows and all things Covered in drapes and flowing sheets. The young woman lay in darkness, Continue reading
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Raindrop Glistening
Raindrop glistening Pitter-pattering across land You’ve made into one great, giant umbrella, Creating one new symphony after the other. Not everyone speaks your language, But I like to practise. Sometimes your light hearted, And sometimes your blue. Both are my favourites, I can dance, smile, or cry In all versions of you. There’s an element of Continue reading
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Great is the Night
Great is the night That stretches it’s darkening blanket across The sky. It’s strewn in stars, and sparkling threads. At least. -Thoughtful Muse, N Continue reading
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I didn’t realise before
I didn’t realise before, That my mind was closely watching me, The part of it which is subconscious. Despite this information implying That it is the sleeping part of myself, The piece that only wakens during the night When I am asleep and all is out of my control , The ‘sleeping self’ it is Continue reading
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Contemplating the Stillness of a Place
Contemplating on the stillness of a place, when it’s quiet and no one’s around. The tap is dripping, the trains are clacking along the rail tracks, tea is silently brewing with fresh plumes of steam rising up in a slow cascade of waves. Raindrops remain speckled across the window, as the bed sheets lie pulled Continue reading
About Me
Hello, I am an artist living in the UK who likes to write a creative note from time to time, commenting on the observations I’ve made, experiences I’ve had, and the sensitivities over certain themes and topics. I enjoy small moments, seeking significance and beauty in the otherwise mundane.
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