20 year old politics, philosophy & economics student and casual writer looking for inspiration in people and experiences. Sometimes stubborn, often idealistic, yet somehow always content. Trying to learn how to be concise or angry.
I dreamed a dream My dream came true That I was here Alone with you. You cursed my dream And now I see Alone is how I want to be. Alone does hurt But not as much As being stuck In your damning clutch.
On Campus To the outsider he looks serene; face turned up to the sun, stretched out on the grass soaking up the warm rays.
It's sunny outside A sweet breeze on the air But I'm trapped inside Paralysed by your stare. I can see all the people Bathed in a glow But I sit behind My clouded window.
Nagging Gnawing Numbing Pain Drilling Straight Into My Brain Stabbing Searing Blinding 'Fun' I Wouldn't Wish This On Anyone.
He was watching them again. They were both looking up at him, squinting against the sun which was behind the block of flats, transforming it into a looming silhouette.
Some cause happiness wherever they go; others whenever they go Oscar Wilde.
The Scholar He likes trains, they give him a chance to relax and just be. No pressure to publish. No students to encourage and develop and improve.
A Girl She goes on the same train every day but today it was cold. The thick puffa jacket made her look even more like a ball than usual.
He knelt at the side of the pond. His hands gripping the slippery, slimy slates he lent forward peering into the inky darkness of the water; wondering what undiscovered treasures lay at the bottom.