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Badly Written Rubbish - BLAKEYI blame the music I listened to. It encouraged me to dream and learn to be my true self, and that’s what led to me running away from home.Badly Written Rubbish - BLAKEY
It was only a few months ago, but I feel like I’m a hundred years old now. For almost a month after I arrived in London I faded into the ranks of the homeless – but I was lucky, because it was summer and the nights weren’t so bitter. If anything it was romantic and wild, as I slept under bridges listening to the gentle progress of the Thames and spent my days wandering around the city. Soho became my friend, Hyde Park was my successful big brother back home who always did
by ~Aeflainna
Interpreting InterpretationsIntent is pure. Oil on canvas, words on page, imagery on image,Interpreting Interpretations
All one and the same under the blanket Of an overarching sky Omitted out of reach.
We paint in new ways Using the oldest tools we own. Yet they own us, shaping Thought, matter, substance, feeling, And the human condition.
A single composition transmuted Into composed poetics. Four verses for four aspects: Building description, idealism, bathetic reality and (of?) the Self. Thoughts expressed in the dying of the light With only the mind for illumination.
Belfast and De
by ~Aeflainna
London - at one in the morningDreams drown in the Thames. Disillusionment drifts, Like dust, gathering on Tower Bridge.London - at one in the morning
The tube rattles
with empty echoes. Memories blur, A fixed fluidity meandering its wicked way through my mind.
You. Beautiful, symbolic you. One thing, I can never say. One thing, I will always say: You're never boring.
by ~Aeflainna
New NovelIt was the best of times; it was the very best of times. A shadow was quivering down the hallway, booted feet padding beneath the high vaulted arches that formed the ceiling. The footsteps were barely audible as they wound their way between the deep hollowed shadows gouged out into the walls. The stone, worn smooth by centuries of soft creeping footfalls and yelping, thundering thuds of book-heavy bags, yielded neutrally to the caress of the boots, a passive spectator witnessing but not judging the events before it. Even in response, stone is cold and impartial.New Novel
“Who’s there?” a strong masculine voice reverberated. The b
by ~Aeflainna
Favourites
VerblessI, fingers in lap knots and movement, Lip (lower) sore to distraction For your telephone which inapparent. Silence. Inactivity. Outside, the hiss of distant cars; I not always present, nor you. My speech, your inhibition (Still inactivity and mental careworn.) Something vital not present, A brain, perhaps, or emotion (But not the feeling of stomach Or heartbeat.) I inability. Single clutch in vain. You courtesy. Abstention. Counties-countries-continents apart. Nearby, birdsong.Verbless
by ~commondenominator
Smokingi am told that she stopped smoking years ago, i hardly risk opinion, poised as i am on the bittersweet razor blade of unknown loveSmoking
i watched her figure illuminated in the shadows by the moonlight, i hungered for her, i hunger still- in truth my heart sings that i always will
though the sleep is frought and fro' and i periodically wonder
if i should go, i have ears to hear and here is where i'm called
and such a chore- to love beauty incarnate to listen to the ringing rhythm of her angelic tones (stare down deep) into her eyes
by *david01605
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Devious Info
- Current Residence: Winchester
- Interests: Stand-Up comedy, motorbiking, music, literature (obviously)
- Favourite movie: Donnie Darko. Dogma. Dead Poets Society.
- Favourite band or musician: Depends on mood.
- Favourite genre of music: Any alternative derrivative: punkrock, skapunk, metal, acapella.
- Favourite artist: Dali or Magritte. Amie Dicke
- Favourite poet or writer: Byron, Shelley, Shakespeare, Bill Bryson, David Eddings, Poppy Z Brite
- MP3 player of choice: ipod
- Tools of the Trade: Inspiration.
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*tuts* i am not impressed. you bully us all into standing at the front and humiliating ourselves in verse form, but don't share the burden yourself.
i've only ever heard you read your own stuff once, i think. so next time i see you, i will make you read your own stuff out
except i'm not good at making people do things... i shall shake my fists in a threatening manner and hope it does the trick
clarey xxx
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Clarey
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I Have Heard The Languages Of .:The Apocalypse:.
And Now I Shall Embrace Them
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i come on deviant art rather to much at college, but it means i read/look at ALOT of stuff, my favorites are enormous.
sounds interesting, ill see, but i am definitely interested, i'll talk to tom later
Robin
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I Have Heard The Languages Of .:The Apocalypse:.
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Nah, tis Gina - of poetry society no less. I favourited one of Tom 's poems though.
Gee x x x
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Who needs sex when the government fucks us daily?
because of the bit about motorbiking lol
Still, nice poems
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I Have Heard The Languages Of .:The Apocalypse:.
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Thanks! I admit i've not gotten round to reading most people's stuff - i'm saving a fun treat for myself over the summer break.
By the way, if you're interested in Keats at all, i've organised a trip for poetry society (on facebook) on May Day bank holiday (i.e. May the 5th be with you) which is free but you'll need a packed lunch. You're welcome to come if you're interested - jump me in college for details or ask Tom or i can email them to you via deviantart. If you're not, feel free to say no
Gee x x x
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Who needs sex when the government fucks us daily?
i come on deviant art rather to much at college, but it means i read/look at ALOT of stuff, my favorites are enormous.
sounds interesting, ill see, but i am definitely interested, i'll talk to tom later
Robin
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I Have Heard The Languages Of .:The Apocalypse:.
And Now I Shall Embrace Them
*´¨ )
¸.•´¸.•*´¨ ) ¸.•*¨ )
(¸.•´ (¸.••*¨ `•…¤
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