Drowning In The Wild 'Tiptoing through the darkness, the scent of fear attatched to every footstep,The crunch of freshly cut grass is awakening, the soft bubble of water rivluts trickling, Gliding through spring and summer, echoes are lost in the shadows of time, Lilting whispers like an ancient lullaby, frozen in the moment-you fall, Fresh water lake guzzling at the flesh of the young, sustained by sacrificed youth,I'm drowning in the wild, the scythe of death has come' Chapter Two Bullying I was drowning in the wilderness left to suffocate under the weight of life. Jeers and laughter were my only greeting and my tears would induce more hellish torment from the people I called ... read more
Drowning In The Wild
The Midnight Hour
The Midnight Hour 'Crawl into the midnight hour, the scent of morning dew upon your lips, Peer into the star-stricken night, the tears of Arion numbing your sight, Grovel at the tomb of darkness, festering wounds re-opened once more, Loathing germs breeding, uniting, in bloated corpses we seek regeneration' Growing up writing was my only escape, it was the one outlet that did not judge me for who I was. I was bullied, abused and teased mercilessly but a pen could never betray me. The ink was a soothing medium that allowed me to be true to myself and even to this day I feel at peace when letting the words flow from my mind. Unable to turn to anyone with my troubles the only ... read more
Luxemme Review
A Vampiress 'Black bats trapped in the lure of midnight, like a dancer suspended in flight, Featherless chickens in the discomfiture of barbarity, like a butcher poised in motion, Empty silence on the cusp of conversation, like the scythe of death ploughing corpses,Crop circles in the bitterness of life, like the hundred year war struck again, Shredded leaves drifting in the gentle waters, like the cleanse of a pagan ritual' Combining the eloquence of Parisian chic with the directional intelligence of Manchester street style Luxemme pioneers affordable yet elegant pieces for any occasion. Luxemmes ethos is simple; drawing on the cosmopolitan vibe and rejecting the fashion norm is ... read more
Redefining Feminism
' Crumpled in corners the suffragettes move in unison, deflated limbs renewed again, Primordial longing stirring in their breasts, a chorus of power the soundtrack to war, In the battle against man woman must stand strong, the voices of a thousand ancestors their weapon, Baying for blood we are like predators, reclaiming the power that they took from us, Sunsets tinged with blood we fall into exhaustation, our job is done here, No more war, no more bloodshed, the unification of blood symbolizes a new dawn, Man and woman exist in harmony the soft trilling of birds unifying their silence' A Brief History Of Feminism For centuries women had been denied equal rights, ... read more
Fly Me To Jupiter: A Review
'Feminine expression clouded in masculine doubt, the virility of manhood threatened by feminine power, Feminine sphere of self-discovery retaliating against patriarchal entitlement, drawing strength from mythological deities, Feminine biological labels relinquished in the wake of astrology, starred maps since the beginning of time, Feminine thought enveloped in Gaelian moons, ragged craters metamorphose into feminine flaws, Feminine archetypes shredded by the canines of a wolf, glinting amber eyes peering into the darkness of masculinity' Combining the eloquence of feminine form with the power of a gender-fluid deity,Kassandra Lauren Gordon's debut jewellery line 'Fly Me To Jupiter' ... read more
Broken Doll
'Sickening wounds festering in chaos, silver tissue shriveling like chrysanthemums, Crystallized teardrops caught in time, salt burns co-habituating in isolation, Fragmented shards of desolation, ghostly vapors breeding in devotion,Sleepless nights in a dank space, muscles deteriorating in weathered palms, Forgotten ruins in past sentiment, loss of love is a bitter pill to swallow, Dejected limbs caught in modernity, loneliness in a bed of squirming lies,Broken doll detached from the norm, bitter defeat in an open coffin' Like a broken doll I was lost, caught between two worlds in the darkness of my mind. Abused as a child it was time to enter my new life and relinquish the past that ... read more
Fashion Bloc: A Review
'Diversity is unheard of, discretion of taste, in our world of ours bitter triumph reinstated, Rejecting the social norm is an ode to death, a stilted walk on a tightrope, a dancer suspended in flight, Cultural exploitation is a form of assimilation, fragmented boundaries, a bed of scattered lies, Humanity is a flawed platform for justice, a black hole of misconception, the golden hour shattered, But beneath the shattered glass is a new dawn, a new beginning and that beginning is Fashion Bloc' As a social advocate for equality I was immediately drawn to the welcoming ethos of Fashion Bloc and its appreciation for Eastern European fashion. Eastern Europe hosts some of the most ... read more
The Abuser Part 3
'Tangled claws caught in a web of hair the grit of sea salt burning retinas in the dank ocean Murky depths defined by hatred in a closeted space, the tide a relentless demon, Failing organs pulsating no more in the crunch of death, past shadows threatening to overcome, Young flesh torn to metaphorical shreds in her imagination, sins best left behind in the waters, Drifting limbs struggle to escape their bodial prison, a fragmented source of my imagination' Kicking and screaming I was carried by a strong pair of arms out of the water, the salty water burning my eyes and awakening me to the reality of what my stepmother had done- she tried to kill me. In her black hollow ... read more
The Puppet Master
'Bow down to the allure of the puppet masters gaze, seared flesh your eternal sacrifice, crushed under the rock of injustice you are broken, a limbless puppet at a jagged angle, society takes away your identity-you are screaming with pain, an echoeless silence defining the rest of your days. Without free will you are nothing but a vessel of forgotten justice, no eyes or mouth to guide you to success' In our modern world there is no justice, the innocent are slaughtered at the hands of their puppet masters and the corrupt thrive on the bodies of the 'good'. But what if I told you that our puppet masters could no longer control us and that we were the masters of our destiny? Life is ... read more
Depression:A Chamber Of Secrets
'In the chamber of secrets lies a deceptive past, crawling with rotting maggots who chomp on the flesh of humanity, organs crushed, pulsating under a weather-beaten palm, a trail of intestinal residue tracing the outskirts of the castle, trapped ghouls unite as one, an army of lost souls dragging the living into its purgatorial fold, in the chamber of secrets there is no way out, a corrosive key no longer in use, dripping with acid, a maven of ravenous flames gorging on the aura of life' A Poetic Explanation of Depression Depression is like a raw hunger gnawing at all sensibilities, depriving you of oxygen. You can't breathe your organs are inflamed, your thoughts are heavy and ... read more