The Blonde Thief
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About: Lady in a neoclassical way of living. I see, I smile, I write.

Perfectly coiffed mane,

suit and tie

he lit his cigarette

took a teary drop of his tea;

and we exchanged humoristic tales of the past

Undressed,

he wishes to be

stripped,

I hope it sets him free

Undressed,

nothing else matters~

In the nude,

in the flesh

cactus to lilies

but still he glimmers

A million stories to tell

but who to really share with?

Bare redundant doings,

out there

a split ambiance

yet to be acknowledged 

Beauty

1     beauty is nil what the eyes seek to see

but more the amiable retort to

a hello, so long or see you later 

2     It is the radiance of the eyes

that address every word of kindness

just as one listens to the narration of a holy book

3     love another with thoughts of purity

not for proof of masculinity

4    life and love all equal leisure

pain and grief all equal tears

5    a helping hand, a warm embrace

a welcoming smile

to recoup the human race

6   rise from the sea foam

where Aphrodite once soar

to create an infinity of limitless glee

and repel villains with utter bore

7   They say happiness is to be searched

I say, happiness is within

Hiya!

(That’s what I’ve been hearing the most since I got to East Grinstead three days back) 

My life has turned another 360 and not just the weather, many have asked why I had to leave so abruptly and quite frankly, within me, I thought the same but it is all crystal clear now, everything in life happens for a better reason. 

I had all my fun in Bahrain for an entire year! The freedom, coming home whatever time I want, going anywhere without anyone’s permission- you name it. Taking advantage was not a difficult task and I got caught up in a web of circus thus loosing stability in what was right or wrong and what was practical and impractical. 

I’m ready now for yet another milestone, another country to occupy and learn new things about! New people to meet, new food to eat (teehee) 

Tomorrow I’m set to take my first train to Canterbury by myself to visit a friend and check out the university requirements there, let’s be honest I’m nervous as fuck- I’m not fully familiar with the monetary system yet alone the transportation. 

If you see a next post in the upcoming days then congratulate me for I have survived (It’s an hour and a few minutes away what am I even on about) 

Keeping this minuscule for tonight

xo

Haven’t posted Photoramas in a while, so this post will be of the final highlights in Bahrain. God, I miss it there already! Sounds weird coming out of me right?

And that’s barely half of the fun! 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NPXbr2Zb_Es

Must watch!

Entertaining though thoroughly fictional. 

(via s-lackerbitch)

I used to smile at the sight of a attractive girl who need not preposterous amount of concealing; a girl whose grin was trouble-free and beamed the emotions of others. Her eyes, though a non-rare shade of chocolate, sparkled like the aurora borealis.

Now, she’s a concoction of contact lenses, colored hair that washes out the beauty of her cavernous black curls, eyes no longer alive and an empty countenance-  what’s within undoubtedly reflects on the exterior.

Numb

1.

     human suffocates void hearts,

happiness annuls an old man’s memory

   help in desire, forget homicide

trash a lover’s sentiment for another’s wretched defeats

love me with the thoughts of purity

not for proof of masculinity

   despaired rose incapable of emotion;

numbness give me comfort

senses of rivalry float away

   licking coins pouring out of a gum machine

nil the memories, nil the resurrection

point of no return

  you complete my book and fill in the sapped lines clear of words

 

Phnmn (Phenomena)

Why do they leave you in unconsciousness when you hang about throughout their troubles?

I know that your ashes are tears in oblivion; a matchstick of commiseration unwrapping themselves through a cloak of liberal fears.

I know that your laughter is an unused paper with bilateral comments on individual generosity,

suffixes, pronouns, and illiteracy combine unto a wrecked smile.

Why do they confuse you with illegal demeanor when you provide a helping ear to all in need?

Windowpanes let in a shed of your waterfalls from the sky; whistling the tunes of poetical atmospheres

Let me hear you sing, open wide to delicious treats and soar to an infinity of decadence

Passports and visas not needed, with you, I reach the world’s beauty

Greens invincible.

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