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.
Director: Christopher Nolan
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This time last year I had finished my first year (the foundation year) of my degree and now I have just finished my second year. I am officially halfway through and amazed that I have even made it this far! However, my second year has been incredibly better than the first and even though this time there isn’t anything that I want to write about specific to my second year, I still want to document the year anyway as a kind of memory log.
Continue reading The Second of Four Years // Beth Morley
You don’t feel like yourself,
unable to think, confused, there’s nothing going through your brain.
You can’t think of anything, nothing’s going through your brain.
In a slump, it’s infuriating,
there’s nothing wrong yet your mind can’t stop thinking
that maybe something isn’t right.
You can’t think, so you don’t know what’s not right.
Nothing’s going through your brain.
Everything that needs to be done, remains undone
and you don’t feel anything.
That’s a lie,
there’s anger but you can’t direct it.
You want to shout at yourself to do something,
to do anything but nothing’s going through your brain.
There’s wanting to be the best you can be
but how can you be your own magnum opus when you don’t even know
what that is.
Knowing that whatever you do will fall
short of even satisfactory, you’ve fallen again.
You’re restless but you can’t move, what can you do?
Lightheaded but burdened by the threat of everything unknown,
it threatens it’s impending weight upon your head.
Your brain, your eyes and nothing is working.
You exist as two: one who is aware
and understands but is still incapable of achieving.
You’re trying but limits exist as barriers
taunting your potential.
You stop trying.
There’s the one that thinks this but also exists as nothing,
nothing is happening and nothing’s going through your mind.
You have no energy to not believe in yourself
but the thoughts still exist somewhere,
they’re just waiting.
By Beth Morley
The Handmaid’s Tale
Author: Margaret Atwood
Date Read: 6th June 2017
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Author: Charles Bukowski
Date Read: 25th May 2017
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Where did the time go,
I can’t really tell –
washed away by the remnants of an evening faded sun.
Walking along –
I believe – it did seem
ideal and serene, merely a dream.
Don’t close your eyes,
it will just fade away
into the darkness.
The darkness that is
the moment itself –
behind the veil of smiles the moment is dying.
For it wasn’t meant to be,
I guess that paths don’t collide –
I’ll pretend that I don’t mind
but I’ll remember the light of the evening and the sea sounding sigh.
By Beth Morley
Author: George Eliot
Date Read: 10th April 2017
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Beauty and the Beast
Director: Bill Condon
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Director: Barry Jenkins
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