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I'm 18 years old and heading for Lancaster Uni to take European Studies & French. I've played cello for 6 years and bass guitar for 4 years (I'm self-taught on bass... it comes pretty naturally).

I live in Grimsby with my parents & my younger brother

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Justice: 1 of 31
Madam Law Let them plea, the innocent first Hear their throats broken with thirst she said as she drove the guilty, a knife through the heart for the wrongs in which they played their part Justice will be done my way A price, the treacherous all must pay she said as she led the innocent away from the blame a... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Pregnancy: 3 of 46
Test of Virtue Strain to find a second heartbeat Don't know you yet, so long 'til our eyes meet Is this pleasure, or is it pain? Grief-striking loss, or disastrous gain? This will put an end to all my plans The little me, my hair, my hands But if it's not there the plans are worth nil No happy encounter could ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Miscarriage: 5 of 48
No title. Words aren't worth a title for this grief. A dream grew inside of me, a dream with eyes and mouth and fingers one that was supposed to make life perfect A dream I could see in my mind's eye Small, but growing steadily, a fledgling forming thought Two familiar faces merged into one But then t... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Life or death: 3 of 25
What Comes Next I held the towel over my face, staring out into nothing but blackness and oblivion, and thought: This is what it might be like to die Then the towel falls and the sudden light glares bright white: Or maybe this And then I remember the hate and mistrust and wrong choices ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Friendship: 37 of 301
"A Hope for a True Friend"The world knows nothingOf me.Why would it?I do not make myself known.Parents,A sister, a brother,Friends;Yet somehow I've never been more alone.Wishing for somethingI cannot have A simple, childish,Fruitless dream.Perhaps, one day,I will amount to something,Because nobody knows anythingOf me, it woul... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Escape: 19 of 126
"Ethereal Suicide"I can't even countThe ways in and outEyes and nose and lips and earsLight and breath and warmth and tearsNothing real is ever enoughThe other world won't call my bluffAnd these fake faces we paint on every dayDon't help to push reality away, look awaySo find me something distantUntrue, fantasy, differentInst... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Jealousy: 10 of 60
The Addict Over you Or so I say So why all these memory tapes That I don't want to play? I was certain Nothing left So why all this jealousy? If someone looks at you, it feels like theft But I know I'm not still in love So why don't I stop thinking About how it lifts us up and above? I don't underst... More..
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Finding love: 12 of 61
SohoShe could still remember the first time she held a bass guitar, in that old shop in Soho. It was like it was made just for her to hold. Her fingers had danced across the strings, not playing a tune but just finding their way, as the deep ass notes sang out of the amp.The second she'd let go, she'd missed the feel of it.Sh... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Loneliness: 114 of 579
"The Morning After"You disapprove my every moveI just wanted some funYour bewildered stare becomes hateful glareOur friendship seems over and doneWhat's different in the morningWhen tears fell last nightA friend, once so endearingNow misery and fightsI took too much to stop myselfAnd scared you with my mindNow I'm left here o... More..
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Writing: 9 of 45
"Composing A Story"I wrote "Alive", but the word looked uncomfortable on the page. Would erasing it make it "Dead"?I pondered the contrast between the way the words scowled at each other in opposition, each fighting for their right to scrawl across my papers. Their sounds embodied them. "Alive" crackled like fire, with its sh... More..