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* 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

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Loneliness: 12 of 579
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 a... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: On love: 179 of 1267
WHAT IS THIS? What is this feeling, lodged within my soul that constant crawls beneath my skin? Out of control And all-round consuming Knowing not an end, nor where to begin. Is it love? Fast exhuming Heartfelt and pure as a dove; Profound Or feigned? I am unsure But for you my heart is booming And bursting with a power, une... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Reflecting on your life: 33 of 195
STORYBOOKS And for every story on the shelf There is another Of how and why and when She came across it Reading as a child with her mother Or when, ill of health She came For comfort Some numbing from the pain Of the real The too close to home... The same fantasy tales To enthrall and delight And the other That her father le... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: True feelings: 21 of 112
Words for everything I look for words for you Like stroking the sky; looking Into your eyes. The moon Rising and falling; ocean spray Autumn leaves gathering about my feet The smell of petrol Winter nights by the fire Walks on the beach. Books; heavy rain on my face Candlelight; Saturday afternoons Night... My eyelids closed... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Losing love: 63 of 287
OUR LOVE NOW Our love now is like the snow The purest white fading away There one minute Gone the next Melts with every passing day. Once so crisp and beautiful Soft and sweet and right Now diminished; tainted Nothing is as bright. Our love is like the night Awash with darkness Shadowy and Grey. Now everything once held so d... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Memories: 122 of 539
Memory She sees his name Carved on the side of her wardrobe door; Scrawled on the inside of her cigarette box; Rubbed in the dust of a car at the traffic lights; Floating in pictures in the clouds in the sky; Pushed into the dirt in the park; Written in the sand And washed away with the tide... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Saying goodbye: 105 of 454
Still The way time stands When you're going nowhere. As you light your last cigarette As the smoke taints the air. The way I feel when I'm with you. The way it feels when you're bored as hell The way my heart feels frozen The way you feel as well. When you've missed the last bus home When you've not called me for days When i... More..
Arts & Humanities > Poets & Poetry Poetry analysis: In Memoriam, by Alfred, Lord Tennyson: 1 of 4
'Calm despair' Vs. 'wild unrest' in Alfred Lord Tennyson's 'In Memoriam.' Characteristically, throughout In Memoriam, Alfred Lord Tennyson employs the imagery of natural elements in order to portray his feelings and emotions after the death of his close friend, Arthur Henry Hallam. Perhaps the most poignant of these images i... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Ending a relationship: 130 of 300
IN THE EVENING he would sit at his desk and write Never about anything wonderful, nothing extraordinary. In fact, as anyone that really knew Cal would tell you, his tales were never really anything, but ever-so-slightly exaggerated versions of his own life, and he liked it that way. He felt more at home there; more in contro... More..
Creative Writing > Novel Excerpts Novel excerpts: Relationships: 46 of 95
all for love "I'd very much like it if we could be friends." "I'd very much prefer it if we could not." She mimicked, looking around at the floor; the carpet, the curtains, that dark stain on the wall between the sofa and the window but being careful to avoid the space around his eyes. "I mean Loving you and hating you at th... More..