Taking Computer Science at Bristol from 2008 onwards - can't wait. Currently taking A levels at Greenhead College. It's a hard job but somebody's got to do it *stands tall*
Poem that particularly inspired me:
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
Poem that particularly inspired me:
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
- Last seen on Oct 6 5:53 AM. Member since January 14, 2007.
- I'm a carnelian hope poet for 147 comments.
- I am a 18 year old guy (United Kingdom)
- When I'm not writing, I'm failing.
- I have 147 comments, 31 poems
My Poetry
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Yea I've been here before;
I've tasted the tears,22 lines, 1 comment, January 26, 2008. In Dark -
Emotion memory, / one of nature's whiplash disasters, / stored in the least suspected sounds, or / welded together in a background smell. /13 lines, 5 comments, May 27, 2007
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Walking down this well of feelings / through tinted alleys and clouded lanes / where short bursts of street-lamp clutter / shatter the moon33 lines, 13 comments, May 8, 2007
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I remember that russet daylight,
you walking, under wounded skies
Guest Book
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April Renee : hello. on March 5, 2007thanks for the add.
what is a green trophy? lol.
take care.
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InMemoryofCharlieJr : Your wonderful! on March 2, 2007You are a great writer *even if you don't agree* & I absolutly love to read your poetry. So continue with what you do and the world will hear your cries and worries and happiness and joy.
Love ya,
Memory
