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One Moon, Two Suns, and a Red Sky
A pisces child born on a day of luck, dreaming of something but always stuck. The red cycle comes under the silver light, and manifesting in darkness comes the white. One moon, two suns and a red sky, I am back at home with tears in my eyes. I run and run as far as I can, but every time I go nowhere, nothing - no plan. I am bewitched and enchanted by the haze, a spell I know will never break. I cannot escape my broken mind, from the pain in my legs to that in my spine.
By Rosie J. Sargent3 years ago in Poets
The Waiting Game
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. She was not allowed to not look outside the window, she must never know the full truth. The world beneath was forbidden, poisoned, tainted and cruel, for a world so big so vast, for a delicate woman so small. A fair-faced child born out of the darkness, living a life of lies. How long will she wait for change? Until the day she dies?
By Rosie J. Sargent3 years ago in Poets
Earth Without Art is Just Eh
Earth without art is just eh. Although art is subjective, it is universal. Art can transcend borders and defy cultural differences and language barriers. Art forces us to face the worst of humanity while helping us celebrate the best. We live in the moment, past and future when we consume art. Art is indiscriminate. Without art, everything would be boring and everyone would be naked.
By Rosie J. Sargent3 years ago in FYI
Harry & Meghan: A Love Story Gone Wrong
Harry and Meghan's documentary dropped on Netflix this week, and my goodness we Brits have a lot to say about it. For the past twenty-four hours, my Twitter feed has been filled with the biggest H&M fans of them all - their haters. The U.K. love to hate and to see a member of the royal family, the pinnacle of absolute of Britishness, marry a biracial American woman...good God how dare he! Scandalous!
By Rosie J. Sargent3 years ago in FYI
The Lost Gardens of Stourhead
ACT I Lottie was strolling the gardens of Stourhead. Social gatherings were something Lottie would actively avoid every time one would occur. She hated how her family, aunts, cousins, and uncles, would cramp into dark overcrowded rooms stuffed to the brim with terrible friends and horrible quiches. Rooms full of people she hardly knew, old faces she hardly recognised. Yet, was expected to talk to them as if they had been in her life every single day since her birth when of course, they hadn’t been. She knew they didn’t care what she said, what she did or what she looked like they were going to judge her regardless. She knew these gatherings were for bragging and not catching up. A competition for the most attention. She had wondered if they had realised she was absent and then concluded they probably hadn't noticed. They were all too busy talking about themselves. She, on the other hand, was a ghost of the living. Misguided and alone with a lot of unfinished business; victories to be won, and lessons to be learned in defeat.
By Rosie J. Sargent3 years ago in Fiction
Is Republicanism Really Growing in the U.K?
Introduction: The Birth of an Identity Crisis Over the past six years, the United Kingdom has undergone a lot of changes. Britain's exit from the European Union, the economic and social impact of COVID-19, and the added pressure on the National Health Service (NHS). Five conservative Prime Ministers with a decade worth of austerity.
By Rosie J. Sargent3 years ago in FYI
Let’s Talk Sex and Disabilities
Hear ye! Hear ye! Disabled people have sex! I know can you believe it? Disabled people are in fact people - huzzah! When I first googled sex and disability I laughed. The alternative questions that popped up alongside made me consider a lot of things and boy you able-bodied do have some funny questions: 'Can disabled people have sex?', 'Can disabled people get turned on?', or 'Can disabled men still get it up?'
By Rosie J. Sargent3 years ago in Humans
Remember, Remember the 5th November!. Top Story - November 2022.
I and millions of other Brits will be gathering in farmer's fields freezing to the bone this weekend. As we gaze in awe at the cold night backdrop and its pretty colourful display. Smells of gunpowder smoke slowly infiltrate the odours of cooked meats, kebab vans and children's sweets. The crowd huddled together in darkness in between sparklers, LED plastic sticks, and flickers of light all celebrating Guy Fawkes Night (Bonfire Night).
By Rosie J. Sargent3 years ago in FYI
The Green Road to Legality
In the same week Germany legalised the recreational use of cannabis, the British police decided to change their approach to the 'war on drugs' by targeting users instead. Although I can see the logic behind this idea (especially for Class-A's), I fear it will only criminalise cannabis users, especially disabled people like me, who use it for medical purposes. One in five people in the U.K has a hidden disability, ninety per cent of which do not require a wheelchair. I just know that we will be the ones targeted first - the vulnerable. We always are, and the British state has forever had that attitude towards disabled people. Easy targets.
By Rosie J. Sargent3 years ago in Potent
