ABOUT ME- Myiesha
Writer | Content Creator | Learner
I am a first-year Law student at the University of Birmingham. Beyond academics, I am passionate about creative expression. I have self-published a poetry collection (Pacific and Utopian Lakes) and written various articles for my personal blog. These projects have expanded my perspective and taught me to adapt my voice for different audiences. I aim to write essays on literature, film, and spirituality. This is a space built for honouring the creative spirit, as well as engaging in important discussions about different forms of art.
AVAILABLE NOW
Pacific and Utopian Lakes is my debut book, now available worldwide. The book explores the contrast between reality and idealism, focusing excessively on complex human emotions and significant social causes. Most poems revolve around the themes of finding acceptance even in the cruellest of
situations.
This collection is divided into four parts:
- “Hope” is the world through the eyes of a child- innocent, untouched and liberated.
- “Archaelogogist’s tour” tells the journey of not just the people or incidents I write about, but of myself as an outsider.
- “Renaissance”, then, should be rebirth-the abyss. But no onde has died, we just alter. We alter in such manner that we can’t be traced back to our past.
- Finally, “Blue” is what’s underneath it all-the trenches.
Roots
Mulberries, Pose outside my window; The perks of cocooning, Away from the daily show. They saunter, then wade, Like soot that burns and plummets; Soldiering against the gales, A dungeon for the magpie’s stolen nest. I’ve heard that they connect, With synergy beyond the lovers’ reach. Once snow-white, now dripping red, Branches whorled by unlevelled…
The Underground
Tube lights flicker, Tether and splinter; A hollow sound of yore— Gashes against the window. · · ─ ·✶· ─ · · To my surprise, The outside is what is in: Only my face, and vacant space. · · ─ ·✶· ─ · · Below us, the tracks all gather, In concrete unison, against the…
Connection
Inspired by “Alone is what I have. Alone protects me” from Sherlock BBC 🖤 · · ─ ·✶· ─ · · Flame-coloured pavement, Thickly-set concrete; I crouch, my fingers press, Jostling the earthenware. · · ─ ·✶· ─ · · Writhing, shivering, beckoning— With gait and stride like the army’s, The fog slithers and deceives,…
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Excellent piece of analysis : Dead Poets Society is not merely an ode to free thinking; it is a sobering…
Excellent articulation of the rare craft “Sanganeri Block print” creations, challenges and struggle to preserve the traditions !! Love the…
Pacific and Utopian lakes !! What a brilliant collections of various emotions and beautifully divided in Sections, Hope : portray…
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