Why am I ashamed?
I’m sixteen years old, I live in the U.K., I am a full time student. I have an older sister, I have two dogs, my parents are still together. I like my friends, I like my family, I like my dogs. I don’t like myself. I hide away, I find shadows and nooks and alleys to slither into and escape people’s questions. Why?I quietly say they when referring to future partners, hoping it’s not as loud to t...
First Kiss
My first kiss was supposed to be GrandI was supposed to kiss him deeply and passionately Or sweet and slowOur hands were supposed to tangle in each others hairI was supposed to feel the butterflies wash away In a sea of sparkling firecrackersI was supposed to stare into his eyes No longer with pained longing But with content and fulfillmentWe were supposed to grin like the fools we areBut my f...
The Beginning of Something Magical
Lay in the grasslegs intertwined the first time I'm taken captive by your eyes.Sunlight soft your lips on minecheeks flush warm is it you? or the red wine? - A S C
How I Told You I Loved You
I love you I love you I love you plays over in my head and I stop the words from slipping through but the stereo is so loudand your face so close to mine I think just maybe you can hear it too. - A S C
"Envelope" A song about struggling with my past.
Hi! A few months ago I wrote a song called "Envelope". It is about me talking to my girlfriend and telling her I'm still struggling with finding myself and navigating through the demons of my past. Here is the link to the music video my best friend and I created at home.
http://https://youtu.be/qFo9WZp6hYQ
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It's already out on spotify, itunes etc. I made the beat, wrote the ...
poetry runs in my veins
words flow out of me as blood would fall from a wound. for my poetry is the aftermath and healing from what life has done to meand the wounds it has caused me.
Pretty Boys: Brave
Staring, there it was, That interesting black empty Stage, showcasing Talent’s every night. Watching, waiting, Sipping, imagining beautifulSwift movements.There she stepped, So calmly, the look in Her eyes so tempting.Bouncing off each other, Her voice kissing and fighting The demons emerging from Melodies.“So beautiful,” the whisperRicocheting of soft lips***Waiting outside, handsSticking out ...
Neighbor
When a new neighbor moves in it seems each house seems to buzz wanting to take a new look at the house, at the lawn, at the people. A sense of friendly neighbor feeling comes over everyone. But it was different for me this time. I knew her and maybe I hadn’t exactly been thrilled. But walking to her front door from my backyard in the cool grass and dry November air I felt nervous. And when she ...
His Only Son
I stared at an old photo of my father and I. He and I sat down together on the couch happily with bright smiles. I love my father and he loves me. You see, my parents have five kids. Jessie, Julia, Jasmin, Jasper and lastly me, Julius, their only son. So, of course he and I have a strong connection. He’d always take me out to watch movies with him, play catch, eat out, and all that ordinary Ame...
Feelings of Discomfort
This is a digital piece I created to show my feelings of discomfort through the current climate and living history we are all experiencing. This is impacting my mental health and I know it’s doing the same for others. I just want to pull away but I know I can’t. Covid has royally fucked us all.
Thoughts of my reoccurring nightmare
He chased me relentlessly. Why I didn’t let him catch me I don’t know. I don’t know why the bear is a he either. But as I continue to climb up buildings, up trees, up rocks, up things hanging from the sky I wonder when I’m going to wake up. And then I do wake up. Sweating like I usually do when I have nightmares. I’ve always had recurring nightmares. From since I can remember, my nights have be...