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I am a poet. Of sorts. When writing i like to stop thinking and only once i come back to reality do i really read what has been written. Some may say this makes a poem rather meaningless. I, however, think it gives the poem a sense of innocent meaning. No point is being set out to be made, which can actually obscure the true message you are trying to create sometimes, through your own insistency on what you want to be said. Que Sera Sera. I live in Scotland, a beautiful country that could draw from you all sorts of inspiration. I do not get such inspiration from it. Most poems i write are about people, usually just people in general.
My inspiration comes from two things:
1)My views on people as a whole. I don't like them. Which then creates a disliking for myself, so making me a selfless person i like to think. So while i don't like people i do prioritize other peoples enjoyment above my own. No thanks is necessary.
2)Although contradictory, my other source of inspiration can be seen in the picture with me on my page. Sophie be her name and France be her place of residence. We are no longer together in any sense but friends, unfortunately, but i shall always have the memories blah de blah.

Make of what my poetry what you will, your thoughts are important to me. An artist creates for the people, if the people do not like then what is the artist? A broken tool of entertainment.

Much thanks.

  • Last seen on Sep 29 3:16 AM 2008. Member since November 10, 2007.
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  • My mood is , and quote is "A man once said, 'never doubt the power of the imagination.' It wasn't until i jumped that i realised the imagination still cannot make you fly.".
  • I am a 17 year old man (Great Britain)
  • When I'm not writing, I'm ....Not writing? Is there such a thing?.
  • I have 7 comments, 4 poems, 2 stories

My Poetry

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My Stories

  • 1 / Thank you for this day. Another day alive and here, on this earth, which you so kindly made for us. Are you happy with what we have don
    277 lines, 4 comments, November 11, 2007. In
  • 1 / The sun surrenders to the moon. Darkness holds the remnants of the day in its great hands. A boy walks below the sky looking up at its fading light. As the sun disappears over the hills, the
    376 lines, November 11, 2007. In <600 words

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  • apple-piepod : Can't take me anywhere on November 10, 2007
    Greg is my best friend. He's witty, charming, and he has lovely soft hair.

    More than that though, he's in touch with all those levels of himself it's not considered acceptable for guys to be in touch with. This is a good thing, as it allows him a much greater capacity for thought and feeling than is present in most teenage boys, if not most men generally.

    Greg is a great friend to me, he's supportive, jovial, understanding and damnable sexy to boot.

    He ain't heavy, he's my bruv from another muv.

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