My name is Jessica, I live in the south of England and am currently studying English Literature and English Language as a major. I also indulge in Fine Art and Photography and have a great passion for fashion photography and still life, mostly people in both areas of creative work.
The shadow you leave behind,. Which touches the pavement,. Which I walk upon, at your side,. Leaves me in wonder,. Like a daze or something more mesmerised,. You leave me somewhat calmed,.
The blue is for your eyes,. Which look upon on my face,. When I have turned away,. The stare, the gaze,. You seem to give so fondly,. Sand is the colour your hair,. Which hangs so lightly,.
We hide together, Sing together, Drink together, I'm too embarrassed to say your name, Say it to others, I must speak of you so often, I smile, As the sweet sound of your name, Passes my lips, My...
Her stockings slipped past her knee, A cheeky smile threw from her rouged lips, He glanced to the clock, An hour left at most, She stepped between his legs, Tantalising, teasing, tempting, "Please...
You are sweet, You are sour, You are rich. You are bitter, You are hot, You are cold, You are soft, You are crunchy. You are safe. You are eager, You are fine. You are mine. We are each other..
You. Me. Us.
It's Bedlam out here, By what joints click as I draw near, We're all sick. You can't find it hard to see, As people walk past like buzzing bees, Lunacy isn't unnatural.
I love you forever,. Je t'aime pour toujours,. Is breá liom tú go deo,. Jeg elsker dig for evigt,. Ich liebe dich für immer,. Ég elska þig að eilífu,. Seni sonsuza kadar seveceğim,.
The hue of blue along the shadowed sky, Which covers the dull shimmer of the glittered clouds, The stars too faint to be called a dusting of silver, As a sweet glow of luna light shines down and...
A child asks, Why Mummy, why. Why do the flowers have to die. How do the colours melt away. When they appear so vibrant by the day.
Ticking of the padded second rolls by like a humming bee, That moves so fast, Yet still in time, frozen like ice, The minutes and seconds grow in attention and speeds up, we notice, Damage, erosion,...