I am a passionate poet and writer. Many of my writing pieces can be found at www.thedarkestfairytale.com
Frozen in time
Four days ago, on April 10th 1912, I boarded the Titanic from Southampton to New York in hope of a new life. You see, I was escaping a life that was no longer my own. I was set on marrying a Duke in an arranged marriage, a Duke of royal title, but I could not betray myself by settling for less than I deserve. Marrying for titles and not for love. After I turned down the duke’s proposal, I, once an esteemed lady, was outcasted by my own family, and I hoped for a fresh new beginning in New York. I had dreams of being a musician, but growing up in London, a career as a lady was not on the cards. My only role would have to be to bear children and play the good wife. A path that was not my own. New York was a chance for me to not be a lady, but just a person. I had sold my rubies and emeralds in exchange for currency and brought a ticket to the ship of dreams. The Titanic was the talk of the town and I was to endure this magical journey sailing on the seas of change, or so I thought.
I'm the girl
I'm the girl that looks up at the stars. Appreciating the radiation of their beauty, I love how their transparency; they allow themselves to be seen in an ocean of space. Just a sea of connecting light from their bodies to ours. When I try to hear the stars, I hear the sounds of gleams and twinkles, and I can't describe the sound of glitter glistening, but that's how I hear the stars. All the stars have their own sounds and their own special twinkle, it’s inspirational. The fact that we, as humans, have star energy inside us means that I can allow myself to shine and be seen by all. It does make me wonder, what do we all sound like? Do we glisten and sparkle? What musical notes sing from our existence? The stars are our cosmic family, and not only do the stars align, we align too. Oh how I wish I could meet them all and hear them sing.
Fly, birds, fly
Today I woke up, chained by the greed of society to work 9-5 in a role that brings no meaning to this world or my life. You see, I wasn’t created for this. I wasn’t born to fit a role and conform to slavery. The only thing that keeps this system running is us. If we all break free. It will fall.
Library of dreams
Today isn’t my usual day. Today is the beginning of something new. It’s a sunny Friday, and I have my usual weekly round trip to the library to complete. I always look forward to the library trip. The smell of old, dusty books mixed with the smell of wood and damp from the condensation around the windows, all homed in a place of silence and wisdom. Something about the library felt like home. My local library is one of a kind. It’s never busy, with two floors of magic. There are a lot of dark corners and hidden places for me to kick off my shoes, spread out on the floor and eat my picnic, which is against the rules. However, I’m sure not to touch the books with my food greased hands. I may be a rebel, but at least I’m a clean one.