: About Me

* 22 years old, England.

* BA English with Theatre and Performance Studies 2:1
(June 2007)

"I write to find out what I am talking about"
- Edward Albee

"Write it as it is; don't try to make it like this or that. You can't do it in anybody else's way you will have to make a way of your own."
- Sarah Orne Jewett

"The voyage of discovery lies not in finding new landscapes, but in having new eyes."
- Marcel Proust

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Loneliness

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AN END Broken and overhung The branches of the leaning trees swing Mildly as the passing breeze strokes them As we once did. Their skin, dry and peeling Breaks away at the slightest touch And falls, as does my heart Into the ground With my memories of us. We used to come here much But now we are Alike these trees Shattered and somehow rundown Our love as tired and aging. Remember the ice-wind raging As we clung Like the leaves to the branches; To each other And by their feet in the summer Where we used to meet Undercover.

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