「Titanic」Newtmas
➸ ᴛɪᴛᴀɴɪᴄ ᴀᴜ In which Newt Dawson has nothing but a sketchbook and Thomas Bukater has had quite enough with his life.
➸ ᴛɪᴛᴀɴɪᴄ ᴀᴜ In which Newt Dawson has nothing but a sketchbook and Thomas Bukater has had quite enough with his life.
➸ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴜᴀʀᴅ ᴀᴜ In which Thomas is a prince who finds himself captivated by a particular castle guard who might be more than just a guard in both birthrights and heart.
Like the ravens eye, it seeks high. Searching for choices, it is observant. It is wise as it looks for someone to die. As a crow it is smart, it doesn't start the art without its Mona Lisa. Its thick paintbrushes strokes like its feathers. The jackdaw searches for something gold. Maybe one day it will find its ho...
It's always been just me and Mum. Never anyone else. The day starts of normal driving to my netball game. We're late and mums speeding a bit, and then it goes black. What's happening? Where am I?
"Hemlock, foxglove, nightshade three - / Shield me from catastrophe. / Silent lungs and final weeps. / Send my monsters back to sleep." Olden World, c. 1866: Shy Callum, the Seamstress's son, is an easy target for the village bullies. When Callum accepts help from a mysterious magick man to punish his tormentors, he f...
I really have no idea on what I should write here. Just it's a collection of poems. I am just making an attempt. I am not that good at this poem writing so I doubt whether people will like it. Anyway trying isn't bad right?