A Quiet Place
Director: John Krasinski
A Quiet Place
Director: John Krasinski
The Greatest Showman
Director: Michael Gracey
The Old Man and the Sea
Author: Ernest Hemingway
Date Read: 7th January 2017
Sir Gawain and the Green Knight
Author: Unknown (sometimes referred to as the Pearl Poet)
Published: Late 14th Century
Date Read: 21st November 2017
-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.
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.
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.
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.
The blackened words that spread over the page,
leak into the spaces not yet filled by meaning.
My words diminished by your dark totality,
the pure essence of truth you are speaking.
My words are fearful and reluctantly –
protected by the armour of a fettered cage.
Yearning for the oblivion of honesty,
where we can speak from the same coloured page.
The outbursts are unbelievable and
endearing, they are trying to offer a key –
that moulds to the intricacies of my chains and
endeavours to release, captivate me.
My words learning the safety of freedom,
constantly taught by your words – the motivation.
You are slowly releasing my honesty too,
beyond walls that are demolished by you.