I'm an Art student that loves reading, that's about all there is to say.
I sit on my throne of words, I have bested you at every turn like a chess master thinking a myriad of moves ahead, I have a foolish arrogance that has bested me in years past but I have made a deal...
I walk these hallowed halls alone, the Walls echo history in a myriad of ways.
There's people in my sanctuary I don't even know. I can't help my self. There's a beautiful girl. What do I do. Can't help myself..
Yet again the door has closed. Never to be opened again. I wait but no one returns. The door remains closed. I shut the door, It was self inflicted. The mellifluous voice still echoes in my mind.
My main thought today has been why am I such an introvert. I don't understand it, I was never this way in my early years.
A knock at the door stirs her from her slumber, and a rather pleasant dream also.
She ran fast, faster than she had ever ran before down the snow covered gravel, her lungs sore from breathing in the cold air panting and looking left and right franticly looking for a way out.
I don't know how to feel anymore. I don't even think you'd recognise me anymore. I've changed because I am not human. I'm not happy I'm not sad. I feel content in the melancholy.
I am a Rocket Powered Ape in a land of exponential growth, everyone is so thin that their internal circuits and endoskeletons are permanently on show, this is an abstract concept to me.
Panic instills when I realise there is no way out, franticly scrambling to my feet a plume of dust surrounds me in the darkened room.
Hey guys, I'm going off to see Morten Harket in concert today which requires me being out of a wifi zone so I won't be able to post anything, I'll see you guys tomorrow. :).
Though the hunters have come, Though I am done, I want you to know what I have done. I have come, I have gone, I have run and had fun, And though I am done, I have had fun.
A "Friend" of mine had a go at me today for using "Big words" claiming I'm not as intelligent as the words I use and make every conversation too long and he hates it when I do so, the logical thing...
Being in the dark room at college, alone, with headphones on is the best feeling in the world.
The hunters they come, The hunters they run, The hunters with guns, The hunters they come, I run I run, But the hunters they come.
I'm a pessimist in a sea of optimists, and my pessimism is always in discussion.
I have antlers yet I am not a Deer, I roam the forest yet I am not free, I drink from the river yet my thirst is not quenched, I smile but I am not happy, I run from the hunters when they come, I cry...
As I ran down the blackened corridor my heart pounded like a caged beast the realisation that my pursuer was a breath behind me was all too real, my legs carried me through the corridor and out into...
On a daily basis I'm called negative, reason being is that I find it hard to display my emotions if they even surface at all.
I'm not usually one for posting movie reviews but this is my exception.
I hate how crazy my mood has been fluctuating lately, one day I love everyone and want to be around them and the next I hate the majority of the humans I know and I've killed them in my mind tank at...
Night time I'm all alone. Night time no one but a soul. A lonely soul for you to take. Do with it what will you will. Take it on a train of thought. Round and round and back again.
That amazing moment when you feel so sad or angry and that one thing be it music, a picture or a text from someone lifts your spirits into absolute happiness and makes you feel so much better.
On clear nights I can't help but think of the astrophysicist, Fritz Houtermans.
Ah rain beating down on my window such sounds you make. Every rain drop a slightly different sound. Why do you have to be so dreadful. And make me wetter than a whale with a walrus..
Is it weird to say I like poignancy.
Those days when you wake up and look over the houses and see the sun poking it's head out in the distance and you realise that everything no matter how bleak it may seem will be okay in the end..
Started a new unit at college (art & design) we are doing it about our favourite books, I chose Jekyll and Hyde not my favourite, not by a long shot but it's one I thought I could the most out of.
Hi guys and girls, I've been rather Ill recently so my Opuss' have been lacking to the point where I haven't been posting any.
“Imagination is more important than knowledge.
One thing I've noticed about cats is that they know when you are feeling sad, ill or in distress.
I love it when you listen to music and you find that one song or album that moves you in ways that you thought nothing could, for me personally it would have to be A-Ha's Scoundrel Days album.
Isn't it funny (well not really funny in the slightest, but I digress) that when you are just about to go to sleep and your head hits the fluffy pillow luring you into your sweet slumber your brain...
So at first I thought the notification sound was cute and made things more interesting but, last night I was asleep and heard the noise of the cat notification and as usual my cat Scarlett was asleep...
A lot of the time I wish it could be night time all the time, purely because I love the night.
I hate people who feel the need to label another. for years I was called emo, goth and such all by people who claimed to be honest and nonjudgemental.
I'm stuck for a good book to read, I can't find anything for my fluctuating taste in literature.
I love these days when me and my brother get along like a house on fire, all we've done all day is play Skate and Guitar Hero. Then later we will more than likely watch a whole load of Fringe.
Them days when you feel as though you're stuck in a rut, whether you be writing a novel or a poem, drawing or even writing music and you just can't seem to find that explosive enthusiasm and...
So I just went to see Cold Light Of Day at the cinema and a pair of kids/early teens were sat diagonally left to me talking, whistling and shining their phones in my general direction and as I was...
Speaking of the loss of his father at an early age: “I think that an emotional blow like this one can be really good for your creativity.
Isn't it funny how when you stand in the shower with the hot water beating down on your head you feel like you can accomplish anything, almost like you could unravel the mysteries of the universe...
People who think themselves to be funny reek of arrogance which renders them unfunny and straight up irritating..
Most people prefer to have lots of friends around them to convey information about their busy and important lives, but me I prefer to have people that aren't yet friends but not quite strangers...
Isn't it funny how when you sit in a small village pub you can see a mixture of loneliness, content and a whole life with interesting tales just waiting for an ear to listen to these stories.