Not much to say really. I'm a 19-year-old male from Wales, UK. I'm into most music except stuff like Cannibal Corpse and really weird stuff.....and Miley Cyrus, man I hate the woman. I play bass guitar, piano, ukulele, harmonica and i basically enjoy the
+ more bio informationFire. All consuming, all hating. It makes itself at home, uninvited. Its burning humour scolds, Its scorching remarks crackle. It erupts and decimates. It leaves only ashes and twisted metal. And bad memories. It incinerates dreams, And boils hopes. It's angry, white-hot. Killing with burning enthusiasm, An inner flame. And ...
I used to think That love was grand. But washed away quickly, Like castles in the sand. I used to think That love was just. That every man does And every woman must. I used to think, That love was blind. That special person You try to find. I used to think That love was great. Interwoven, Into our fate. I used to think That ...
Looking back, it's funny isn't it? How we'd play childish games, Tag, you're it! How we'd have childish superstitions, Don't step on three drains, killing spiders will bring rain. Pitter patter. Pathetic But my superstition isn't funny. My obsession isn't humorous My obsession is hell. It controls me, feeds of me Like a para...
The ocean, the sea, So vast large and blue. It's the only hurdle, Between Me and You. So full of salt, Just a stretch of brine. It's all that stops you From forever being mine. The current, it stops us At ever turning. To keep us apart, To fill us with yearning. I'd swim the distance, And walk it twice. For only when your in...
As the razor traces my skin A red valley forms. And red roses bloom along its ridge. I giggle, As it oozes red innocence And drips away like a forgotten memory. The water patters playfully at my face As my life goes down the drain. A perfect contrast. I reach for a towel, scattering redness like raindrops. An understatement;...
Time. It slips like sand through my grasping hands. Even now, it spins itself around me, teasing, escaping. I look on as seasons change, and landscapes transform, Unable to react in my desolate prison. I scream only to be unheard. I cry only to be unseen. They don't realize how it controls them, manipulating. Time is child p...
There has been much speculation that Barker is expressing her hatred of WW1 in Regeneration and is wholly against it. This I agree with. Barker revolves the book around real and fictional characters in Regeneration and the common theme is how each person has been directly, or indirectly, affected by the war. Also, the majori...
Stress and the Immune System There has been a lot of experiments and research conducted on the possibility of a link between stress and physical illness/ the break down of the immune system. When considering this possibility, one must understand the definition of stress. Lazarus & Folkman (1984) defined stress as: "A pattern...
We only get one chance, no retries, no repeats. We are actors in play we haven't rehearsed for. If at the end you have regrets, Then you have missed the point. Life, it's said, is set in concrete, Our destinies written for us. But really, life is what we make it. It's about choices, right or wrong. It's about love. It's abou...
When posed with the all-time question "what is your favourite book?" I'm always at a loss for choice. I love anything by Terry Pratchett being, in my opinion, the best author around. His charismatic Discworld series are teeming with life as every character has his or her own personality and morals. So much so in fact, that t...
Christopher Mcilquham
Cardiff, Rhondda Cynon Taff GB
Member since: February 2007
Articles Written: 12