Saturday, 23 November 2013

I am trapped in this rotting cage.


please,
do not call me sweet or kind or lovely.
i cough up foul thoughts
and splutter out obscenities through each vein.
i am not graceful or dainty or thin.
my stomach rumbles, my hands shake.
the basins of my collarbones do not pool with sweet rain.
and i beg of you,
do not tell me i am beautiful.
i am trapped in this rotting cage,
and those words might set me free.
 
- a poem written by me on the 29th of September, 2013 -










 

Taking self portraits has rocketed to the top of my "things to do on a rainy afternoon" list. Days like today; thunder crashing in the sky, lightning & rain abundant, are hands down my favourite of all. There is something about the sound of rain, almost silence in itself. I suppose if I were to give myself a "label", it would be pluviophile; a lover of rain.

xxx

6 comments:

  1. You are pretty much a literary and photographical genius. Honestly, no one's blog is as unique as yours x

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    1. Awh what, no way! You are way too kind, Rachel! Thank you so much, that means the world xx

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  2. You are so talented and beautiful! ♥

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  3. ahhh don't you just love rainy days? all your photos are so lovely and inspiring, I absolutely adore your blog! xx

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  4. a truly beautiful poem

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