Recycling

First day of Fashion Writing,

First Day of Recycling,

First Day of Change.

Individuality, is what got me up at six o'clock this morning, waking up from a dream that changed my mind on the norm of my closet. I had a vision I was Jane, from George in the Jungle, maybe If I dress like Jane today, I will be able to swing my way to University. So I jumped out of my nest, to my maybe one day Narnia wardrobe, who knows what visions will come next! Rummaging about, discovering long lost cut off tee's, sighing..JANE WOULD NOT WEAR that in the Jungle....Oh wait I do remember spending my student loan last week, and 'Didn't I', purchase a green cargo shirt from H&M for the bargain of 7.99. The reason I originally purchased the shirt was due to the fact, I had seen practically the same shirt in Top shop which is selling for 35.00, when discovering it and holding onto like a mother with a new born baby, i hurried to try it on, however when finally getting into the changing rooms , as many other students must of had the same, not so bank friendly idea as me and spend their loans too. The mirror and I argued for a little while, hum..No..I love the colour..then I questioned 'Should I pay 35.00 for a colour?', without letting myself answer that, I was Speedy Gonzales out that place. So a coffee later, a new state of mind, I found myself in H&M, purchasing what would be the identical shirt from Top shop but ONLY for four times cheaper. This little number is what made me Jane.

A single shirt changed my day, it made me the character i dreamt I never could be. With its Autumn camouflaged look, its a item to possess and wear this September. Who knows who you might wake up being wearing this believable bargain.

So here it all begins back in my old room, that feels almost like a guest room nowadays since moving out, anyways I've not been writing in a while and i quess this maybe be due to a lack of inspiration or was i just writing because, i couldn't understand a moment, a moment where all the walls in the other room were collapsing;? QUESTION? no answer yet, however while typing away and listening to SMITH WESTERNS, I'm beginning to realise, that over the past few weeks there have been so many small things, which have altered the way i have taken a step or even the way i have been drinking my coffee, but why did i let them pass me by, for instance a colourful jacket spotted a milk bottle at two in the afternoon, it had been forgotten, they didn't eat cereal that day maybe they had eggs, hum 000000 eggs i like that. but the guys next door were leaving they had cardboard boxes, they were stacking there year into one of those boxes, they were leaving that behind only to move to the next year.. then the silver car stopped the colourful jackets next move,,, STOP,,,,,and in this moment that was when she realised why on earth she had purchased such a ridiculous jacket..

Anyways I'm giving this week a week of just words so let that commence>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> let something happen to youuuuuuuu///// what did you spot,,, that made you want to trot while you thought you were looking hot,,, YEA you did, you don't want to become like Pinocchio now do you

The Moon like Light

Tonight the window came to life,

A small moon like light,

For so long I've waited for your exsistence,

I dream't endless stories,

Tonight you show hope,

You are there somewhere in my stories,

You were behind those ancient shutters,

lost below your moon like light,

Did you just leave the light on so i could write more,

were you waiting for me too?

I know you know my body,

All i know is your lost below the moon like light,,,,,,,,

Puddles of leaves weaved between trees,

Blue bird rushes between paintbrushes,

Creeping thyme altered time,

American pop,

Time to stop.

Powder

Photography by Charlotte Summers who is aspiring to be a contemporary dancer

There lies my blood,
There is those drugs,
Blurs of vision,
The Sounds of collision,
My mouth so numb, I know I'm under my thumb,
I guess, I'm dumb.
The Lump won't go away, It hurts.
Here comes the questions,
Always the questions?
Weak,limbless,dark and skinny.
She is Fading,
She is no-one,
She is no longer a personality,
She is a dependant powder;
lost- lost in a place that is non-existent.
She is a walking question,
'Where are you?',

'Who did you become?',

'How did it get this bad?'.
There is no explanation,
There are no eyes,
The colour vacuumed,
The hum extinct,
Just a drink of relief dripping from her already dead face.

Coin

I hold your face now,
But who held you before?
Coated in gold,
That's what I was told,
Through ancient scents,
You were sent,
Living Patriotic and Proud,
On my hand.

The Nuns

There was something about that obscure band
That stayed with me forever.
They were so aggressive,
Yet relieving.
Red painted lips and nostalgic hair,
Through rare trees,
She was there,
Ghostly and pristine, resembling China,
Shadowed smoke coloured clouds,
Washing her from a jar.