Doing Poetry at Uni =]If you remember me, a lot has changed.... sorry i have been inactive for almost a year but i am back now =]
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Heed To ProceedOpen my broken eyes, Focussing on the blurred and the clear, My mind toils with thoughts of regret, Emotions burn alight in the dark, The sour winds of solace ease my bruises,Heed To Proceed
Falling resolutions pass me by, I hold my will out on my finger tips, I no longer climb the stairs to see the view from the summit, I climb as the steps crumble underneath me,
Sprinting into the unknown, Perplexing chills grip me to run faster, The past declining into disillusionment, Panicking that the next step will spiral,
Bittersweet memories shackle my legs, The
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StruggleThey rise in thousands over the hill, The fortress walls are cracked and broken down, Arrows with tomorrow’s message breach the keep, Strands of shaken resistance melt into the attackers, The colour of their onslaught does not waver, The final horn is sounded,Struggle
As the thunderous feet of rebellion tear the tower apart, The King lies to await his fate, He gazes out of the tower at his kingdom, It falls without any valour, With a tear in his eye, He draws his sword, Opens the door of his chamber, Races down the stairs to meet his oppressors, The final struggle fo
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ChaliceLife is a chalice to be marvelled at, But this golden glory, Has a fool's coating, The contents of the chalice are a lie,Chalice
Time drips off my hands, Experience is left in my footprints, The cold truth comes to me in a vision, I reach out to touch it,
The gold coating falls away, Left behind is the black reality, Life is a struggle, Whether to recoat the chalice or deal with the truth,
The light is off, Stumbling along I stretch for clarity, Does the wine I add really make a difference, Just another statistic to be analysed,
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ReflectEvery second ripples beneath me, Leaning forward as distorted images shoot through my eyes, I kneel and place my hands into the minutes, Splashing my face with the past,Reflect
Refreshed as the hours run off my face to join the days lost in months of my years, I take out a jar filled with my time, Releasing it into the flood,
A tear salts the seconds, I throw the empty jar at the pool, Shattering, the shards race across me,
Time pauses, A chill hits my spine as the jar echoes against the window to tomorrow, Pushing glass into the future leaves me only to cut my ha
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- Current Residence: England
- Interests: Poetry 1st and foremost
- Favourite movie: Garden State
- Favourite band or musician: Thom Yorke
- Favourite genre of music: Mood influenced
- Favourite artist: Anyone who feels what they do, not force it
- Favourite poet or writer: Try to be uninfluenced
- Favourite photographer: Some people at my uni are incredible
- Favourite style of art: Anything that shows talent
- Operating System: Vista Home Premium
- MP3 player of choice: iPod
- Wallpaper of choice: Anything that is abstract
- Favourite game: Counter-Strike 1.6
- Favourite gaming platform: Half-Life
- Favourite cartoon character: Daffy Duck
- Personal Quote: "A poet steals seconds from imagination"
- Tools of the Trade: Laptop, Pen + Paper, Photoshop CS3
- Website: http://poet-torn.deviantart.com/gallery/
- Email: tdreakes@gmail.com
- MSN: mind_torn@hotmail.co.uk
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I like your "Struggle" and "The System" is strong.
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Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. ~Carl Sandburg
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Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. ~Carl Sandburg
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Danielle
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