Sometimes, I want to see
Every beautifully sad movie there is
To listen to every piece of music
That is a work of art
To read every poem and book
That will help me understand myself.
That in all the beauty and art and poignancy
I’ll recognise something inside of me
And it will all make sense
A writer friend of mine is curating her own writer project, the 1000 word project.
It plays with the concept of “a picture paints 1000 words”, and what those 1000 words could be.
I submitted a photo, and am in love with the beautiful words it evoked.
So go check it out, and maybe even submit your own.
It’s like that feeling you get
When you’re trying to think of a word
And it’s right there on the tip if your tongue.
Except it’s not a word.
It’s an entire thought.
An epiphany that could change everything
That could take you to a whole different place.
But I can’t quite reach it.
There are formings and shadows and shapes and ideas
The very outline of it
But I can’t grasp it yet.
Exciting news people! blessing and honour are now stocked in the rad as shop Betty Mim on Darby St.
And along with some of the beautiful cards stocked is my very own card which I collaborated with them on. Jeepers I’m stoked!
So head instore or online to get your hands on some of these bad boys and support local business
(PS my card is the one on the left)
So as some of you may know, a little while ago I did a little writing exercise, writing a minimum of one piece per day.
This was actually a lot harder than I first anticipated, pushing myself to be inspired by something daily. Looking back, it’s interesting to see how your current mood and place in life so heavily affects what you write. How a month of being in love would inspire a totally different set of pieces than a month spent alone, or being in a different place or environment as opposed to the norm.
So, I will in the coming days and weeks start to share some of my pieces. Look out for the a piece per day tag. And I hope it inspires you to start something similar for yourself. Push yourself. Fall in love with being creative again. Fall out of love with it for being so damn difficult. Aand then realise that it’s part of who you are. And it can create something beautiful
I never knew my name could be a poem
Until it came out of your mouth
Hiya! Firstly, thanks for clicking on whatever link you clicked on that led you to this page. That in itself means alot.
So I’ve finally decided to get myself together and get some sort of website launched. It’s nothing too fancy (I’m not tech-savvy enough), just a forum to keep everyone updated and such without clogging up their instagram, twitter, Facebook, tumblr and tinder feed.
Here I will be posting my thoughts, pieces that I’m working on, updates as to how my writing as a whole is progressing…basically just keeping y’all in the loop. Take a look around, I’ve got some word type things floating around on my about page and my writings page.
So I hope you enjoy the TAYLAH BRITT COLLECTION, and feel free to visit often