Where to begin..

I'm 19 years old, with no idea what to do with myself.

I do not fear the future, Nor growing old.

It's the expectations of my lover that causes me to cower.

I love to write, I love to create music, and I love to appreciate everything, and anything. I never take things for granted. Everything is beautiful in some way, you just have to find it.

I'm currently at university studying for a Journalism degree, and am much happier here than last year.

I'm not going to say I'm an exceptional individual. Everybody is whatever they want to be.

I love moments when time stands still.

I also love philosophical, meaningful lyrics.

Music is everywhere. Appreciate all of it.

Writing seems very unpopular at the moment, so I would appreciate someone to bounce ideas off of and vice versa. I love critique.

I want to make something of myself for my mother, who passed away last year. She always told me I was nothing. I will prove her wrong. I loved her dearly.

I'm pretentious, but aren't we all?

My passion is ...

Writing, Music

I know too much about ...

things nobody seems interested about

My parents always told me ...

I wouldnt make anything of myself

My childhood ambition ...

to become a fighter pilot

My favorite memory ...

Learning to play the guitar

Why I write ...

To give my thoughts somewhere to dwell

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

Reading; Mein Kampf, Adolf Hitler Watching; Conspiracy Listening; Morrissey's new album

My first job ...

Life

My best moment ...

university

My inspiration ...

Coleridge, De Quincey, Porphyria's Lover, Charles Bennet

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Change

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Leave me, leave me, winds of change, And sweep away what's left of shame. The plastic army faults and fanes. So leave me, winds of change. Lift me, lift me, winds of change, And carry me through newborn bliss. The plastic army seems too tame. So lift me, winds of change Goad me, goad me, winds of change, Push me out of sweet embrace. The plastic army sees my face. Till winds of change, I cannot taste

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