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AGE:
21
LOC: Australia
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: November 20
LOC: Australia
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: November 20
I’m a 19-year-old second year psychology student at university also attempting to complete a major in literature.
I’m into alternative music, both listening and playing (I play bass).
I’d love to be able to draw (which I can only do relatively well) and sing (I can only sing back-up vocals, at best).
I love art (both making and admiring). My favorite artist would have to be M.C. Escher, hands down.
My greatest source of inspiration and confidence these days seems to come from my girlfriend Ollie, who actually moved down to Melbourne (or near enough to) to be with me. She’s my world!
I have written many award-winning pieces of poetry. However, my true ambition is to become a published author of a novel and have recently begun wor…
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Chapter 2: Train-hopping The late summer sun shone down through the eager brown leaves that were not content to wait till fall to break free. Rough bark on the tree I sat against dug slightly into my lean back. It didn’t bother me, however, as the smell of freshly cut grass from the Grad Lawn and the sweet songs of birds flooded my senses. The few clouds that hung in the sky rode the gentle breeze, occasionally casting a cooling shadow over me. The hypnotic scratching of my pen on the page in...
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I’m awakened once more to reality; Pain returns me from sleep it brought. A “cry myself to sleep” mentality; A vain attempt to bury the thought. In her absence nothing makes sense; It is day, but my world seems as night. This pain has destroyed my defenses; Tears fall as shadows hold me tight. I gaze at my hands, crimson consumed; Covered in blood no one can see. And neither can I, it is assumed; But the blood was always real to me. Scarlet hands remind me of the day; When her love for me was...
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Awaking again to my stark reality; The pain bringing me out of the sleep it brought. Acquired by the "cry myself to sleep" mentality; A vain attempt to burry the thought. In her absence, nothing makes sense; Though it is day, my world seems as night. As the pain destroys my last defence, I let my tears fall like rain as the shadows hold me tight. I look down to my hands; both crimson consumed; covered in blood no one else can see... Neither can I, the assumed. But the blood was always real to...
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Standing alone in the forest of forgotten feelings Frozen over by loss Hidden by displays of feigned healings. Standing alone my forest, the heart stays wanting Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide; My mind, your voice stays haunting. Trapped in the forest, no way to get free, It's consuming my every thought; Taking sanity from me. My forest, seemingly impossible to be; Stretching further than sight can reach Yet the end, I clearly see. Staring deep into my forest, all I see is you.. Did I forget ...
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From dust and ashes My flesh was grown, Together, my bones And sinew were sewn. My spirit carefully Woven and spun Then, with a single Beat, life’s pulse begun. With a single breath I was made real; The warmth of the sun And wind’s chill to feel, The lives of others To intertwine, to Meet, connect and collide With mine. Yet, from my inception And life’s first cry, I was destined to, And begun to, die. Pulse and breath, Both will end, Sinew from bone Time will rend. Neither dust nor ashes Can ...
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Hmm, I'm not entirely sure what you mean by this piece and the only link I can see is the mention of heaven, used as a simile. I don't know if you're implying (I'm going mostly off the "religion vs. me" title here) that you don't really see the importance of religion as you use a word that's so recognisably religious as nothing more than a simile to describe the taste of something you ate. But that's about the only meaning I can personally glean from it. Also, I'd reconsider the "Ate out Love...
I'm not sure I really get your meaning. It seems like a joke that only a select few would get and, as such, won't seem funny to most. Also, you may want to actually enter it in the memoir competition. All of that being said, chances are pretty good that I just don't understand it because I haven't read widely enough. I say this because it seems like a very high-brow joke (high intellegence). And the words you've chosen are chosen well; they make the piece feel longer that 6 words. Apparent le...
This is an interesting idea, reasonably unique entry and your meaning is very clear. However, I'm not sure I really like the meaning because you're implying that you only put into words what your heart can't hold. In contrast, most writers will put their entire heart and soul into words. So, although I understand what you mean, this piece makes it sound like you're being very stingey with your writing. However, as I said, its not, by any means, a bad piece. Good work and good luck!
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Haha I do like this one for some reason. It's very simple and unassuming but it has a great cynicism or sarcasm about it. And it's so true; dont we all. Good work and good luck!
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So true!! A writer's work is their life in so many ways. Writers will pour their heart and soul into their writing - both in the effort they give and the content they cover. Also, many writers will write based on their life or their desired life; a writer will rarely write about a topic of which they have no experience what so ever. A great entry! Good work and good luck!
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