Tiffanyabbe

Hello, I'm Tiffany, I am pretty new to writing and joining this app has been the perfect entry to writing for me. I love art and enjoy playing with all mediums. I started writing as I would love to write and illustrate my own book one day. 😊

Tiffanyabbe

A Change In Weather

Tiffanyabbe

1 min read

The welcome rain comes pouring down, Doubtful people rush outside, To take forgotten things inside, Those who didn’t sport a frown. Pitter patter all around, Children bored, now what to play? Board games? Drawing? What a day! Crash! Bang! Thunder! welcome sound. The sky is getting very dark, Flowers welcome every drop, Grass is greener by the hour. Kids are missing the local park, Mums fed up with saying stop, Let’s make cakes, now where’s the flour?

Fires

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1 min read

Love is like a fire, burning brightly in your soul, And when a loss extinguishes, you never feel quite whole. We feel a little slower, not as strong as we have been, The loss will take a toll and feel like we've run out of steam. Fires big and small always keep the soul alight, And every one extinguished, never out without a fight. But even when the flames die down, and they no longer thrive, The embers there are glowing, keeping memories alive. The world goes on around you, many loves will come and go, So many burning fires, some will roar and some will glow. Some will make a warmth, that's felt through each and every limb, Some will leave a subtle little tickle on the skin. The fires fill our soul, they keep us going, keep us strong, We're built just like steam engines, flames will keep us going on.

Poetry

Apple

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1 min read

The rich red skinned Apple hangs on the tree, shining in the sun, appealing to all who see it. Children long to eat it, but it hangs just out of reach. Then one morning, a gust of wind twists the stalk just enough to snap it. That beautiful apple drops to the ground, ready And in reach for a willing mouth to eat it. The pidgeons come into the garden for the thrown out crusts. One of them spies the rich red apple, lying amongst the green grass blades Curious, the bird wanders over and pecks at the apple, but decides against it. Days turn into a week, and the damaged apple starts to rot. No longer desired, it deteriorates into the ground below. Eventually, the apple is no more. In it's place, a vibrant green shoot pokes out of the ground. That shoot turns into a tree, and one summer, there it is, a rich red skinned apple, just out of reach.

The Alchemist

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1 min read

Always trying, always failing, mess is everywhere, Bottle, beakers, tubes, even chemicals in my hair. Always searching for an answer, never getting far, Notebooks of ideas, some quite good, some just bizarre. Always hoping for a breakthrough, but there never is, The most I ever get is a nice pop or bang or whizz. Alchemy is difficult, it never seems to work, Any time I think I'm close, it all just goes beserk Gold or an elixir, either would be nice, And both I have worked hard on, so either would suffice. With all the modern tech, I thought eureka would be easy, Instead the only gain is feeling really rather queasy. Maybe it's just not for me, and just not meant to be, Will anyone achieve it? We’ll just have to wait and see.

The Storm

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1 min read

There was a relief in feeling the storms approach, The darkening sky drew closer, The air was heavy and the world stood still, As the daytime turned to night. The raging heat of the last few days, Was the hottest that they'd ever known, Fires had started all over the place, Too great for them to control. The town came pouring out of their homes, All looking up at the sky, Tears of joy rolling down each face, At last they could escape the heat. Rumbling deep in the sky overhead, The clouds now a deep dark grey, The pitter and patter of the raindrops falling, Everyone stood in the rain. The storm got heavier, the wind picked up, And everyone made it inside, The crashes of thunder and lightning around, A relief from the overhead pressure. The storm raged on through the day and the night, The temperature cooled all around, And the townspeople feasted and toasted to life, At last all the people were saved.

Ten Years Time

Tiffanyabbe

1 min read

In ten years time where will I be? Sat at home? Or on the sea? I wonder just how far I’ll go? As far as town? Or Mexico? Anxiety does keep me home, I do prefer to be alone, I don’t like going very far, Fear has really left a scar Home is where I like to stay, I really should just go one day, Something stops me, something holds, I make excuses- plans and colds Maybe I can work from home, Something I can do alone, Make some art or write a book, Lose some weight or learn to cook Ten long years, what will I do? Will I have a huge breakthrough? Will I see the world around? Or still be here, and still housebound? In ten years time I’d really like, To just go out and ride a bike, To make myself a whole new track, Be confident to not look back.

The Ocean

Tiffanyabbe

1 min read

A world within our world, That few of us have been, Submerged below the surface, Mysteries never seen A myriad of corals, Of creatures we don’t know, A place so full of wonder, But few would like to go Many lives been lost, Taken by the waves, Pulled beneath the surface, The seabed now their graves Vessels float on top, Not knowing what’s below Transporting many goods, Some fast and some so slow Waters that surround us, Threatening our coasts, Many know of tales, Of ships that hold some ghosts

The Organised Mess

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1 min read

At home I have a messy room, Stuff is everywhere, Pens and pencils, paper, paints, Adorn the floor and chair. But looking past the mounds of things, A system is in place, And every thing does have a home, A designated space. If you take a look around, And take a closer look, Every thing is organised In each and every nook.

True Calm

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1 min read

The warm summer breeze wisps through my hair like a hug. It is gently lifting my hair from the back of my neck, warm but cooling. The blades of grass in the gentle wind rustle in unison, whilst the nearby baby birds in a tree chirp away. This glorious field is a sight to the eyes, a huge sheet of green, with just a scattering of daisies And trees to break it up. In the distance, an old rickety fence divides the sheet of green with a sheet of yellow. Golden rolls sit on that field beyond, and no cars to be seen or heard. Overhead the sun beams down, And the few trees in the field cast their giant shadows. The sky is a rich vibrant blue, with just a few small fluffy clouds. A bird of prey soars high above, calling as it hunts. All my stresses and worries drift away almost as if the clouds that are drifting across the sky are carrying them away. I tilt my head towards the warming sun, eyes closed, just listening. This is true calm and complete tranquility.

Notebooks

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1 min read

Notebooks are such wonderful things, There is no right or wrong, Fill them up with fantasy, some poems or some songs. A way to store the lists and chores, And memories that come by, Doodles in the corners, A recipe for Apple pie. Use some coloured pencils, Some paints or just a pen, Fill them up on every page, Then look back through them again. Remember all the memories And take a little look, Through the bursting pages Of those wonderful notebooks.