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.

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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.

To the numbing heart…

O, you burdened heart,Don’t numb now;There’s much to pump out,Into the vessels, the living leaves that fall. Listen close, there’s much for you to hear:In the scraping of some steel, In the seller’s scheming speech;You, too, are a part of me. And though you may quiver, See the faintest of shivers,In the neighbour’s greeting smile,…

by Myiesha 11th Sep 2026

Millstones

So you are flesh and bone, Taut, and tired so, The fabric itches where it was sewn, Burns and pricks the skin you own. You’re on the go, and all alone, What for? You may never know;Waiting to transcend to some Home, All whilst tethered by more millstones. You should’ve shown, back then, When dawn…

by Myiesha 7th Sep 2026

What lies past the curtain?

What lies past the curtain? Machine-cut headstones, or uncanny brows? Butcher bags, or our neighbour’s best guess? You. I can see your shadow on my grave: Puce ears, stained skin. You clear yesterday’s rubbish, Left by some Rock-raved, unwary kid— Polish the dimensions, caress the crest; Think, remember: unwashed trays in the scullery, A room…

by Myiesha 9th Aug 2026

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