nightfall.
WHAT DOES THE DAYBREAK BRING? Juliet wishes for a nightingale; I insist on living in a world where the lark Heralds my sleep. We wish for...
so i picked up a quill and a complete works tome, shakespeare's about to get o'erthrown.
WHAT DOES THE DAYBREAK BRING? Juliet wishes for a nightingale; I insist on living in a world where the lark Heralds my sleep. We wish for...
BREATHE IN, AND LET OUT A SCREAM. You started with a fury; birthing it. Something about this years ticks differently- You know that you...
A character within the ‘GONE’ series by Michael Grant who evokes a deeply polarized response from both characters in the series and fans...
This blog was originally made with the purpose of reviewing shows after too many years of seeing shows whenever I could without penning...
THE REAL KING LEAR? THE SHAKESPEARE IN QUARANTINE ALL ALONG Or, My Journey With Shakespeare At the start of the national lockdown in the...
gawky is the gaze first given to the ginger-bobbed girl. watch those palms press into cheeks - careful gaze steeled to a confident beat...
Ashamed even to admit- why should I dare, why would you care? But in burning up, I bruise my heart. Creased into crinkles of hiding...
I wonder if I could be an Estella? Or rather, the ideal she was supposed to be. Could I craft myself to be a girl forged into your...
I think that we cannot weigh death. Nor the burden it has on our hearts ever-fully. There is no measure to give to that collapsing grief....
𝒂 𝒑𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆...
do you know how deep a grief of a love must be to drown out that grief of familial love lost? it is a love that finds itself too fond....
Why? The question stings against wedding-kissed lips. I never loved you then so… Why should ending unions force our hearts to join now? I...
i miss you in the dreaming of night, the intangible kiss of woe. when poetry cascades the sky, and reminds me of our sun together. of the...
Bury me in a bed of rue and rosemary and Remember me. Have mercy on these Christian souls And mine. These are the ending minutes and I, A...
I wonder if your fingers ever have lingered. Lingered there, with such tentative precision. I wonder if linger they have, on a keyboard,...
Such a voice as mine that trembles to be heard, In frantic-weeped strips of breathful shudders. Justice intended from my lips to those...
A few weeks back, I chose to kick the roaring twenties off in what seemed like a fitting fashion- by paying a visit to the Immersive...
Dream roles, eh? We all have them, and we all have our reasons for them, even if our singing is worse than the luck of Henry VIII's...
Theatre...a word all too often associated with the wealthier amongst us, a posh evening out, a lofty occasion. But, especially as of...