Danni Louise
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I love writing and taking photos! Read some of my stuff? <3
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Honeysuckle Lies
Honeysuckle Lies Her grave is plotted next to a young boy, he was only five when he died, and his name was Oliver. He keeps my love good company. Each week I come to lay some honeysuckle flowers. Day after day, week after week, I’ve finally started getting better. I’ve learned that the promise of true love is real, it’s the getting to keep that love forever that’s the sticky sweet lie. A lie that everyone tells. A beautifully enticing honeysuckle lie.
By Danni Louise4 years ago in Fiction
Independence
How does a mother teach her daughter independence? My mum decided to pack her things up, and leave. She was torn between two relationships, my dad and a work friend. Spoiler alert, she chose the work friend. He was the wrong choice, getting her involved in illicit substances and all. Months later, I had to go to court, dad went with me. Mum went with the defendant. The defendant in question was charged as guilty and sentenced to twenty eight days in prison. This defendant is the same previously mentioned 'work friend'. She moved to NSW Australia while I stayed with dad in Tasmania, Australia.
By Danni Louise5 years ago in Poets
Black
Falling down to sleep, dear black sheep. "Black can be beautiful." "From the colour of her skin to her matte nail polish. The curve of her hips to the span of her arms. Her black is beautiful. It's in her soul, her character, her love. Black is stronger than you'll ever know. One little drop of black changes the complete colour scale. Turning hues to shades, changing the entire flavour. Oh how black made me fall, I'm still falling. I declare it to be true, black is beautiful, celebrated, imitated, or originally created. If it's natural beauty from inside or someone had it applied. It's beautiful, on her sisters, misters, or not. I thank her parents for creating such a colour, the gift of black. Because it made me fall and I fall hard, it's just a shame that white isn't her favourite chocolate. I get a feeling that she'll never need me again, but I stand by my statement. Black is beautiful. some may see a disaster at hand, I see a wish being fulfilled. Some blame a drink too many, I blame luck. Life's wonderous ways, fate. Because until the very end, until the very last date, I'm well aware that I am too in love with you. So thank you, black. You opened my eyes to a whole new life."
By Danni Louise5 years ago in Poets
Orange
A cousin of yellow and gold. It's a very bold choice, for it's reputation. vitality and vibrancy stay standing. From a pumpkin to a carrot, it is the most vibrant colour that god ever did dare to create. Each orange sunset or sunrise light up the sky for miles and miles. It awakens the earth to new possibilities, a new day, a thousand choices to be made. All with a bright orange kick-start. America loves it so much they made a drink from it, the pumpkin spiced latte, oh boy did that work! The world loves orange, it adopted this colour for a reason. Embrace the true nature of its hopes and dreams. The angels ascend and descend to and from heaven upon each and every orange colour blast that tickles our souls. All this peace and contentment, its new, different. Indulge in change, for orange will never leave you.
By Danni Louise5 years ago in Poets
