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About me - Thomas Hews

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.

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Disappointment: 2 of 39
I am the tree where no birds sing,and the grass at my stump is brown.I am the stone that ambles alongas I fall through the grass; alone.The colours that grip me, the greys and the brownsare a subtle reminder of the solitude I face.I was promised the world, and the company to keepmy mind in its place.But still I find no solace... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Sense experience: 3 of 28
Beg, I flex your senses, tickling your tongue,I am that one taste you just cannot place.The one that begs for a taste to be sungor acted out by those women in lace;but you want it too much, what you feel's greedthat clutches in desp'ration as you chase me,you are the addict of my well placed seed.But the waves of time will dr... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Despair: 29 of 260
This gaping black holeIs staring right at meAnd I can't see itIts obscured from my viewBy the pain in my eyesBy the false smile I bearBy the mask I hide behindI'm fallingScreaming silently,But I can't be seen.Hiding behind closed curtains,You can't see to catch me.I'm falling,Spiraling out of control,Through the neverI don't ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Monopoly: 2 of 14
It's nothing like the real world, the board game we all playNone of it makes any sense, and I shall tell you whyNo one starts off homeless, touring London townAnd every year we don't get cash to lift our sorry frownWe don't all start with petty cash to buy white chapel roadWe dont aspire to Mayfair, living with the rich old t... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Memories: 93 of 539
Why can you see, where the differences between,dreams and memories lieFor a dream is a dream, and a memory must be,more real than that blissful abyssWhen I dream, I dream of love,as perfection that cannot be replacedBut the memories I have, both of love and of bliss,are short lived and all end in deceitThough memories distort... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Time: 141 of 759
Time does heal the deepest woundThe slightest cut is all but curedBut time cant help me anymoreIt is approaching with envy and strength and aggressionAnd I can feel it clawing away at my soulTime is a monster, it lurks all around thoughYou never can see it until it's too lateIt slips through your fingers as you're trying to g... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Change: 41 of 172
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 changeGoad me, goad me, winds of change,Push me out of sweet embrace.T... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Ending a relationship: 79 of 300
I'm happy with you in my systemI'm happy with you by my sideBut I know how you mess with my bodyI know it's my soul you condemnThough you know what it's likeWhen I turn off the lightYou know how it feels insideI need your support and i need your releaseand I need you to show no remorseI know that addiction is more than afflic... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Love expressed: 206 of 722
Love, this is love, a most glorious thingIf you have it, be honored, if you don't, seek it outFor I know love and I had it onceBut it ran off and left me aloneBut what is love, but a thing that we feelIs it more than just acts of the brainIt is full body bliss, a woman to kissAnd a life to adore but your ownSo I'm seeking out... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Inner struggles: 240 of 531
Im trying, friend, I really amHis rushing out caused doors to slam.This is it then, all aloneLet's work out my morbid frownIs it her? Did she do this?I couldnt be her, we shared a kiss.Was it him or them maybe?I dealt with them, No, I am freeIt must be I, or maybe meI think that's right, I think Ill seeDelving deep within my ... More..