~ Overnight we had grown up and our youth was suddenly a glass memoir. Unsure of whether or not those goodbyes would be forever, a hesitant nostalgia descended upon those last days. Before we even realised, the universe had already began to pull us out into an unfamiliar world of lonely nights and silver sights。
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~ Several years from now, I’ll be reminiscing about us, on that hilltop flooded with daisies. I’ll lie there once more, hoping that our eyes will meet one more time, and that your smile would appear once again, as we speak about nothing and everything. And I’ll tell you that I remember it all, and for once you would echo me without thought. And unlike the nostalgia that weighs my mind most days, we would be lost in a hope that only youth knows。
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Just an old piece I keep on thinking about…
Anonymous asked: Favourite playwrights?
Hi ☺️ so Shakespeare is obviously up there just as general inspiration but recently I have been loving Tennessee Williams。
Anonymous asked: What’s your Alrvel choices/uni choices? Need some inspiration
Hi 👋🏻
A-Levels: English Literature, English Language, History, and Philosophy.
University choices: Cambridge (very unlikely to get in considering my interview though 😅), Manchester, Birmingham and Lancaster.
So obviously these are just my choices- don’t let them influence you too much and make sure you pick subjects and Universities that are right for you!
Thanks for the ask x
Anonymous asked: What’s your profession?
Hi anon 🌟 so currently I’m a student (year 13) so I’m in my final year of A-Levels and applying to do Law at University。
Anonymous asked: strange question but what perfume do you use or like?
Hi anon, don’t worry I think I’ve had stranger questions but honestly I don’t mind! So right now I’m using the Tiffany and Co perfume (this sounds really pretentious but I just love the scent😅)- it’s light and comforting.
Thank you for the ask ☺️.
Anonymous asked: Hello lady. How can I learn your english...... Your words, your thoughts , your english are so beautiful. I really want to learn this english.. May I know how please.
Hi anon! Firstly, thank you 😊 It’s good to have the mindset that poetry can be learnt. In my opinion (so this may not be true for you), poetry is a precise manipulation of language to provoke emotion, and is more technical than is often expected. One of the ways to understand this is reading more. Read anything. Of course it is important to read pieces of interest, but sticking to one genre often restricts our access to any other potential styles that we may be more suited to. After reading, go back and analyse. Then you are able to understand how the writer is using their language and techniques (i.e you may notice certain lexical fields that you like and try to adopt) to connect with their audience, and you are able to see why you may like/dislike a certain piece of writing (bear in mind the context of production when analysing these techniques i.e in a piece of non-fiction the techniques may be entirely different to poetry but still useful). This ask is more centred on acquiring the English to write poetry so that’s the focus of the answer, but I’d like to conclude with the idea that writing for most is a form of release and expression-there is no point in writing something you do not enjoy or relate to (it took me a while to learn this). Anyway, that was a lot longer of an answer than I intended, but here you go and good luck writing!🌟
~ I have a tendency to romanticise silver days, suddenly gold. I don’t know whether it helps or not. Thinking of everything in a dazed and drunken haze eyes glazed with nostalgia, senses fazed with aching. It reminds us of the glimmers in the universe whilst screaming out its darkness that exists beneath.
And somewhere untouched - unknown - hope lies, desiring for us an eternity (and a day), tugging us out of our minds. As we draw closer, the red threads of the Moirai rise and tighten around our throats. We advance。
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~ Those days seemed to glow beneath every light of the universe. We collided. We shattered. Our stories began to untangle themselves. It can’t be said that we didn’t try to stop it though, but no matter which way we wove our tales, it was only a matter of time before we realised that fate held us in separate hands. And soon the lights became all too blinding。
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~ I wish we had more chances. We all knew that whatever this was would never last, that when the autumn came to whisk us away, nobody would be left to hold the summer down. Scattered across the universe, we become used to watching the streetlights flicker on alone.
Sometimes I return, hoping that I will find you all in those seats, smiling and poking at my lateness. Sometimes I return, hoping to be found, even if it may be a little late。
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