Carnations Woah, so six months is kinda a long time to go without posting... Today I thought I would show you some of the art work I completed last year in lower six. Carnations or Dianthus Caryophyllus

I has been three months since I have last posted- I apologise for that as it has been rather hectic in my life as of late. I thought today that I would showcase photographs people have taken of me- taken

The Mighty Mountain stood tall, proud, alone. Casting a shadow on what he adored, Howling wind silencing power he’d blown A climbers strong arm. Rocks tearing the cord. The Mighty Mountain cracking under

Chapped lips. Despair. Distraught. How-how could I leave thee? To consume the darkness inside your soul, Once mighty mountain crumbled to the sea Never to return, never to be whole. Running, running, you’d

This poem was part of my A-level English cousework. It had to be a reaction to the poet Ted Hughes and from a poem in his 'Birthday Letters' I will link below the original poem by Hughes. Congress Oh Prison

Your rose wilted… Your rose wilted as your love flourished. I trusted in you. My love and my faith, My love, you left me undernourished. Leaving me in the realms of the wraith. Your rose wilt’d as your

Wedding bells toll Lips trembling; black jaw opened wide Deafening silence tormenting my mind. White veil. Ivory dress. Beautiful bride. Now a black mesh, hands in chains. Confined Rings. Binding us together

My feathers are candle wax Fingertips outstretched, much like the bird’s wing Gently soaring. Flying on high. Little notes so sweet silently sings Feathers falling down from treetops at nigh. A beautiful

Warning: These are fake cuts.. you have been warned :) Alongside the creation of art, I am an avid member of the prosthetics community, so much so, I am doing my EPQ on Prosthetics. Credit to @cathi-xx

Today I thought I'd share something that is incredibly close to me.. one of the first poems I'd ever written. This is something I haven't shown many people, but I thought I'd take the plung and share it!

Hi! The Beatles 'Blackbird singing in the dead of night Take these broken wings and learn to fly All your life You were only waiting for this moment to arise.' I have had this song swirling around my head

A small snippet into Eliza's life Hi everyone on Steemit! I thought I'd first of all introduce you to myself. I am Eliza a 17 year old ammature artist, poet and prosthetic wound designer. I must say, I