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URL CHANGE!!
OLD: www.biomedicinestudyblr.tumblr.com NEW: www.shirleysk.tumblr.com
I have decided to rebrand my studyblr to make it more relevant to my content... I am not an expert in Biomedicine and I get enquiries which are a bit too sophisticated for me... I will still post and reblog the usual
Thank you for following me and interacting with me. You are all amazing people. I really didn’t expect as many followers as I have <3
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Shirley's Writing Nook is a personal diary with a bit of a twist.You are welcome, leave a comment or two!
I think a lot of my followers are here for the studyspo and random stuff. I’ll keep posting my poems on the link above and short stories will be completed this summer after exams.
Thanks for all the support <3
Shirley x
She Sleeps on Mahogany
She sleeps on mahogany, only the best.Â
Her toned figure is set in stone, yet it delicately dances to the drowsy cardiac rhythm of humanity.Her wisp breath smells of Champaign and her tumbled locks smell of burnt honey.Adorned in jewels and with skin, oh so soft and supple! Smudged mascara renders this socialite a replica of a Cleopatra.Rose petals lead towards her bedroom door.They signal the emergency exit.He is leaving the blissful abyss, deranged with a sore head.He drank her vile poisons and he wrestled the hades inducing slumber.Â
The train journey home is silent and his heart begins to race.He grabs a vase of roses and pays with a scrunched up note.Now, he must seek his little miss to comfort him.She will solve this puzzled heart, it is her duty.He fornicated with demons and now he must be purged of sin.Ringing the bells of his saintly devotion.He thrusts his thoughtless sacrifice into her palms.
Kissed her with those same lips, he worshiped the adulteress with
Useless
Its an ineptitude that I cannot detail. I feel useless. I cannot fulfil my duty as your object or person.I am lacking, somehow.Invisible and barely present.Conversed with mockery and sarcasm.Glass eyes, I smile. I smell death all around.My comforters are in flames.The one across the Hadic sea is dead.To you who breathes, I am dead.To you who is sleeping, I am a repressed memory. I feel useless. Like granite in one's past.I do not secure a crinkle in your face.Nor a tinker in your thoughtsNo resolution, no trouble.I need to be needed,My absolute disregard for myself,Is painted over by your concern,It is glazed over by your questioning.Make me accountable for my life. Because I feel absolutely useless.
Delilah
I'm lying here on your table Still and cold With this awkward, cardiac pause. Venerated and intoxicated with valium My wrists are in your palms. Will you hush my soul? It is loud and it polishes, The blacks of my pupils. Crystaline tears. It felt as if my head became a vacuum. Your whispers impudently; filling it's void. "Delilah" Trancing me into acceptance. And there we drop, And time regains it's momentum. Delilah became a whore.
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Autumn Expectations (Reply to She Sleeps on Mahogany)
Little brown birds.
They almost caught the wind
Now they crunch beneath your feet.
Iron fists and marble lips.
How do I move you?
The you, that confidentally
Grows cold.
Love, I stood by the door.
Waiting.
Bunny like.
Ears alert.
Darling, I was expecting you.
Not the lipstick stain.
On your collar.
Not the empty flowers.
In my hands.
Darling, I was not expecting you.
She Sleeps on Mahogany
 She sleeps on mahogany, only the best.
Her toned figure is set in stone, yet it delicately dances to the drowsy cardiac rhythm of humanity.
Her wisp breath smells of Champaign and her tumbled locks smell of burnt honey.
Adorned in jewels and with skin, oh so soft and supple!
Smudged mascara renders this socialite a replica of a Cleopatra.
Rose petals lead towards her bedroom door.
They signal the emergency exit.
He is leaving the blissful abyss, deranged with a sore head.
He drank her vile poisons and he wrestled the hades inducing slumber.
 The train journey home is silent and his heart begins to race.
He grabs a vase of roses and pays with a scrunched up note.
Now, he must seek his little miss to comfort him.
She will solve this puzzled heart, it is her duty.
He fornicated with demons and now he must be purged of sin.
Ringing the bells of his saintly devotion
He thrusts his thoughtless sacrifice into her palms.
Kissed her with those same lips, he worshiped the adulteress with.v
Affective Empathy
Feathered monster. Why do you screech in agony? Winged beast. Clasp of the food chain. You are broken, Scally leviathon. You emerse your scorched skin, In the drowning debts of depression. I cannot turn my back on you. Friend, Your sorrow crushes my soul. I feel her wrath burn you. This abode is on fire. I am suffocating. I cannot save. We share the pain.
