The Third of Four Years // Beth Morley

Another year of university is complete, ending the penultimate year of my English Literature degree. It’s astonishing to think that I have only one more year left at UEA, it seems like only a few months ago that I was packing my bags and moving into the Ziggurats to start my first year at uni. It was at the end of first year that I decided to blog about my university experience as I thought it would be interesting to read back how these years went. I then wrote again at the end of my second year and so I return again to write about my third year of university.

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The Adventure of You // Beth Morley

-to a best friend-

canvas adventures of musical nights, hazy moments of smokey times. when whispering turns into giggles and higher they climb.

midnight adventures green in the dark, hills and woods you can tell apart. a guide in the night by a vodka-filled heart.

sombre adventures induced by tears, a sadness we can only share. elevating a friendship further it dares.

engine adventures closing the distance, spontaneous visits and summer heat. a house becomes a home, a new family to meet.

adventures of love we both find, questioning how much it will cost? a shoulder, a hug you offer, I boast.

adventures of laughter closing our days, opening the door to the future ahead. a bond, a tie you offer, things that should never go unsaid.


Beth Morley

 

An Insignificant Splash // Beth Morley 

The pebble smoothed out by the pressures of weakness and “no one heard you”,

A smoothness that creates a glaze of complete perfection.

But a glaze is only a glaze.

The pebble is placed amongst rocks, boulders, mountains,

The pebble is a speck, faded by the blanket of the clouds.

And a speck is only a speck.

Does anyone hear the pebble when it’s engulfed by the waves? Where the rock makes a splash, everyone knows complete awe.


Beth Morley

Beauty // Helen Crook

To me beauty is not something to can see, it’s something you feel.

When I am with my favourite few, I feel their beauty eminate out of them:
Chloe – my wonderful cackler, who’s just the most gorgeous being
Becca – my sensible guider, who is so unbelievably awesome and stunning
Tom – my political sensitive soul, who I will protect to my dying day
Biggs – my bestie (who got me though maths A-level) who thinks too little of himself and who I wish could see how amazing he truly is
Nash – my aggressively generous friend, who will ALWAYS catch me when I fall
Hannah – my crazy hoarder, who makes my baby brother so happy and so whole, it just fills me with joy to call her family

Alex  – my baby brother, who I have such a wholesome realtionships with, all other siblings are jealous, which makes me smug, no lie. Stronger than he thinks, handsome and funny, he is going places in life. My main cub.

And of course Beth, my wonderful twin, the Paula to my Rebecca, the light of my life and my rock, who tells me my beauty also shines out of me, which is all I need to hear ❤

I love them all so much.

To define beauty I wish you could meet these people, for together they form the perfect definition.

The Mane of the Protector // Helen Crook

A lioness is fierce, a lioness is protective, a lioness is loyal, and a lioness always protects her cubs.

My cubs are daring, my cubs are bright, my cubs are gorgeous and my cubs could conquer the world.

A lioness will lead her cubs and gently direct them where they need to go, but also let them learn (and sometimes fail) so they grow to be all that they can be.

My cubs are my life, soul and reason for being, they teach me more that I could ever have imagined. For what would a lioness be without her bundles of joy, giving meaning to her life?
A mane of golden hair, I am that lioness, and I will always protect my cubs.