I often think about
The nettle stings on your legs
when I pushed you from my lips.
I didn’t want anyone to see us
Locked together, in love.
Even then I was afraid of what bound us
and even now
I’m still thinking about then
and your prickled calves
hands shaking but my mouth laughing
and all of my body was wrecked.
Tense and stretched from my stomach
that pull, the tether that connected us.
But now I don’t feel you
Seems like everyone is really enjoying the hilarity of my young self lamenting about my lack of boobs and “falling in love” with a different person every week so here we go again. If you haven’t read the previous post about this check it out here it might even make you giggle!
Sunday 2nd April 2006
Sorry I didn’t write to you on Friday. Anyway, my PE kit got stolen on thursday while I was having my lunch. My Mum knows but I feel like I’ve really let her down! 😦 I went 2 Amber’s* house yesterday and Polly’s* party was gr8! Bye!
Continue reading Inside my diaries: Part two (2005-2006)
The ticking hands of time and
Many miles more than before is what lies between us now.
But still, I find myself in this place
That’s so similar to what I once called ours.
So I sit on a bench in the same way I did before
And let my hand creep into the empty space that was yours.
The earth smells different to how I remember it but what I remember most is you.
Your hand chained to mine, like I was your anchor.
I had to stay on the ground while your eyes drifted away to the solitude in your mind.
I always felt like they should shine brighter, your eyes
But they were suffocated under the shadow of your sadness.
I found comfort in the smell of the tree-tinged air
The feel of the earth in my palm waiting for me to create something with it.
It wasn’t me who kept everything down
And I was never meant to be an anchor.
As if it wasn’t great enough that I am having a piece of fiction published for the first time in Salomé’s first issue (check the post ‘I can finally tell you…’ for more info) I am also getting published over at The F-Word for an article I have been working on for the past month!
I wasn’t joking when I said exciting things were happening, I just couldn’t mention the other one until today! So my article should be up here in the next few hours and as for my piece of fiction – head over to Salomé and purchase a digital copy to read it. You’ll also be supporting a fantastic new project in the process so there’s that!
I apologise for how short this post is but I am currently using free train station WiFi on my phone in Figueres on my way back from the Dalí museum but you now have my published things to read! Go on, it’ll make me more than happy, even if you hate both pieces.
It is no secret that 500 Days of Summer is one of my favourite films, much like Juno and Little Miss Sunshine I can put 500 Days of Summer on anytime and enjoy it just as much as I did the last time. However, when I first watched the film at 15 my opinion of the characters and their actions was a lot different to how it is now and I am sure many people my age probably would feel the same if they watched the film again. I want to discuss the character of Summer, Tom’s perspective and the theme of love in a film that I feel is often misunderstood when watched for the first time.
From the opening of the film we are warned that this story is not a love story and yet, despite knowing this and knowing that the relationship introduced between Tom and Summer will end there was still a small part of 15-year-old me who was willing them to be together. This is what is so clever about this film. It is very easy to forget whilst watching that everything we are being shown is from Tom’s perspective and therefore, the depiction of Summer is a very attractive one; she is cool, she is clearly pretty and she has that quirkiness, which many deem to be the appearance of the ‘Manic Pixie Dream Girl’ trope. This encourages us to be fascinated by her in the same way Tom is and this also means that, like Tom, we have a tendency to ignore the clear warning signs that she is not what he has imagined her to be. Even the omniscient narrator of the story assists in this idea that Summer is a woman to be put on a pedestal with all these unusual statistics that cumulate in something called the ‘Summer Effect’. So how does this perspective paired with Summer’s otherworldly aura make this film such an interesting exploration of love and relationships? Continue reading 500 Days of Summer: Tom, Summer and relationships
I had a completely different post planned for today but yesterday, whilst I was trying focus on my novel and working on finishing chapter 3 I found myself feeling disconnected from what I was working on. I figured it was a little useless to try to force myself to continue as it would only lead to heavy editing later on so I opened up a new word document and decided to write something that better expressed how I felt in that moment. The past few months have been strange for me, despite living here for just over 6 months now it feels somewhat closer to a year. Without getting into too many details about my personal life, a lot has happened that threw me into a bit of inner turmoil and now I am reaching the point where I am okay with processing my feelings because it always takes me a long, long, long time to feel things truly.
Continue reading Why I don’t write more poetry
Welcome to a new segment (what else do I call a weekly section of my blog?) where I’ll be attempting to post something every Wednesday! The general idea of this is so I can share a bit of my writing, talk about what I’m currently working on and also as a place to express my opinions about certain topics relating to writing and looking for a career in the industry. Continue reading Writing Wednesday: A New Addition