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I'm a 23 year old Brit chick splitting my time between Manchester and London. I graduated from The University of Manchester in 2006 with a 2:1 in English and American Literature. Apparantly that means I can now sign my name with BA (Hons) after it. Maybe

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Heartbreak: 11 of 357
TIME HEALS They lied, you know, they were wrong, time does not heal it all. If anything, the scars grow and spread and throb, a dull ache. A thirst that can never now be quenched. The aching grows, that sharp pain of unrequited, burning lust which still fills every part of me. Time does not heal it all. It heals nothing, it ... More..
Education > Colleges & Universities (Other) What is a bachelor's degree?: 1 of 17
A Bachelor's degree (or BA) is an undergraduate academic degree awarded to those that successfully complete the three or four year duration, though at some institutions it can take up to five years study. What the course entails also varies from university to university. In Britain and Canada, for example, there are two leve... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Nighttime blues: 21 of 159
UPON WAKING Just a fragment snatched from the jaws of oblivion, Just a remnant that escaped forgetfulness, It lies there dormant for a time then rises Sudden and unexpected in my mind. A glimpse of something beautiful Like a sunrise breaking clouds of regret, Bringing back another time, another me. Memories are all that's le... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Suffering: 15 of 82
LINGER Sometimes I just want to run away, To get away from this place Where I don't belong. I want to hide, crawl away, And never again show my face While the lies live on. To remember is to start to cry, To forget is to laugh once more But to forget seems to be wrong. And as the flowers fade away and die, When I'm confronte... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Trees: 46 of 249
UPWARDS Scraggly scrawls on a horizon of bloody blues they reach towards the heavens. Upwards, towards the blinking candles snuffed by a bloody orb chased by salmon wisps bleeding gold as they stretch their fingers full length, almost breaking under the weight of another dawn. Yet still I watch them reaching upwards. When, I... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: A fallen world: 59 of 177
KIWI SUNSET The long arm of man has not Butchered this paradise yet But its tremendous iron fist Hovers amidst the dirty clouds That belch from far-off furnaces, Its giant claws plough the lands And force the trees into turmoil. What will become of the daisy chains When they are broken and scattered Across the tearful stream... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Jealousy: 20 of 60
SURPRISE PARTY I wasn't expecting to see him there so it came as quite a shock to see his arm draped around another that long ago was me. The sexual politics of growing up I've never understood are now played out in a shrinking room it's too late to run from. But that was before I thought he looked as I talked to another man... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Love sonnets: 16 of 42
LONELY HEARTS I've never been one to say no, especially when they're selling me the dream. Brightly coloured alliteration drives it home in tie-dyed, stitched-up yellow seams. And that shiny new toy has a thousand uses and the possibilities don't seem to end, but quickly the veneer is worn away and it starts to drive you rou... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Whole: 5 of 12
Paddington Station I saw him sat there on the train, all briefcase and smart suit. Coherent words flew my pickled brain leaving me totally mute. I saw him one week later, same station, same train, same time. Although I felt much fainter, I wanted to make him mine. I took that train again each day and smiled as our eyes met. ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Faith in God: 67 of 146
OSMOTHERLY The silent white wall cold, blank, surrounded by wails, confronts me with its canvas, begging to be touched and caressed in to existence. Its formless identity shapes itself in to too many factions. One by one we scale the mountain desperate for ten stone slabs to lead us in to battle, unaware the wall's frozen fi... More..