With needle and thread,
With ink and paper,
With paint and canvass,
With blood much thicker.
I do it for you,
In memory of you,
Because of you,
Inside or outside of you.
With love and hate,
I cherish, unbent,
To create.
To work on every curve,
On every true form,
It represents you,
Boy or girl you live on.
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Graduate film and cultural studies student from Lancaster university. I live in Manchester but am from Portsmouth. I love writing stories, poetry and scripts. I DJ, do a lot of art and photography and want to be a film director professionally one day.
Fighting monsters with bare hands. Love and romance in the air. Cliffhangers that leave you guessing. These are the things I like to read. Dragons, bandits, and aliens.
Time on my hands, You on my mind, No matter how far, There's a tie that binds. Years go by, Life goes on, But seeing you Makes it all re run.
You know when you need a wee. And all that's about is a tree. Do you look about the zone, So your cover isn't blown, Or do you cross your legs and hope you don't pee?.
Mother of kings, on silver wings Among the speckled stars she flies, Guarding there the god of the skies, Her husband as of late.
They call it lead, when it poisons, Etching filth and glory upon the page. Erase next the dark grey sins, Burning holes with parental rage.
It's not the beginning It's not the end It's the very center With no rhyme or reason To be what it is We just show up Be And move on To the beginning of the end.
Please dip me in Tomatoe soup With an E.
I am merely made of dust the remnants of what once was a shining and beautiful star. And the Earth will swallow me whole someday..
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