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for the future,
blank for now,
alive as bark in the past.
During and in between all and each
I write these lines.
Time will bring them colour one day.
I know.
Who owns this now?
I look upon you with admiration.
Please take my messages upon you.
they are from the heart.

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Select the next tune to come up fast,

Glass breathing in the air, the last

Track blooming out without care,

Staring down the mixer, blaring

Sonic consistency in every ear drum

Igniting wave forms, forming storms

Which jolt the body in tidal falls,

Jamming in beats fueled by rum.

It’s sick, it’s nasty, the bass shoves in.

Take down the hi to submerge us within

The titanium ocean of industrial sound,

Then release the hi to pierce white clouds.

Backspin the last track and attack the crowd hard

This beat’s so wavy it needs another chance.

Reload the shit out of it, cue, cue, cue, play.

Stamp out the rest of life, connect the DJ.
Urging the curves of the earth to

Emerge in sweet sensitive glory,

Euphoria blasts its way back just to

Bore me. Urging my heart to want

To explode, hurling forth fire like a

Volcanic node, distraught with practice

How does anyone know? I’ll look to the

Floor with peace loving knows. Swift

Kick back through the door to the sky,

Riding, sliding, chiming that experience

Called time, igniting the pastures of

Temporal space alight, realising our

Vision sees straight through the night,

Deleting all darkness and entwining with

Light, Confiscated memories of self-

Defeat take flight, and the gaps are filled with

Sensodyne tongues curl

Lyrics in our ears.

I talk of the vagrant lot

Who’ve wandered many years.

Teleporting slowly across

Landscapes in my mind,

Then out into reality

Having become externalised.

Dread pumps in marrow,

As dead crumple out,

The rest of the vagrant lot

Still alive scream and shout.

With no destination,

No battle in their heads,

They’ll wander every pasture,

Until over the edge their steps…
Got two new things up which are for my university course, check them in the featured bit :)
We were growing up and our imaginations settling down. Eight years spent in the same room together almost every day couldn’t prepare our bonds for the changes we were about to go through. At the age of eleven a fresh start is needed.

In that last year of primary school I still played games in the Carlton Hill playground. Me and the few remaining classmates that weren’t pretending to be older than we were, still roamed the lands of our favourite videogames and fantasies at lunch-time. We picked up sticks which became vorpal blades and sliced through hordes of evil ghosts. We ran faster than sound in light up shoes with Sonic the Hedgehog and Knuckles the Echidna. While others sat around talking about crushes and trying to look cool. I’m not sure if they did, but I knew this was the last time that it would be socially acceptable to play games like this. Sadly, I thought, you don’t see adults or teenagers running around pretending to be Legendary Super Saiyans, blasting Kamehameha’s at the evil Freeza. Time showed me that there are some exceptions to this. I didn’t know that though. So I carried on with the knowledge in mind that things would change.

Everybody had to choose what secondary schools they wanted to go to. We all went to the open days, got free things and were desperately persuaded by teachers and students alike to be educated at their school. In Brighton and Hove there was Longhill, Cardinal Newman, Blatchington Mill, Varndean and Stringer. The latter two were the only ones I was considering. They were both directly opposite each other, sharing a huge field split only by a large verge. Legend had it they were rivals. Those who chose Stringer were mingers. Those who chose Varndean were sardines. People started to pick. The majority of my class and friends picked Varndean, but I didn’t know what I wanted.

After each of the school’s open days, Stringer appealed to me the most. This gave me a very difficult decision. I either started an almost entirely blank slate at Stringer, the school I preferred, or studied along-side all my friends for another five years at a place I didn’t like. There would be one person I knew if I went to Stringer: Jack Crockatt. I had known him since nursery, but he had moved house before reception and gone to a different school ever since. We still saw each other a lot though and continued to be friends. The thought of being able to see him more at secondary school helped tip the balance. If I hadn’t known anybody at all there I may not have gone.

It seemed like the best option. So I picked Stringer. After all, I thought, the people I had now spent the better part of eight years with would continue to be my friends, even if we weren’t at the same school anymore. I could keep them as friends and make new ones in a completely new environment. Plus we were only a field away.

So I left them and my playground adventures behind at the Carlton Hill in my mind. It was time for something new.
I'm not dead, nor is this page, I just haven't been bothering to upload much recently. I have mainly been posting my stuff from here onto Tumblr which is a more likely place to follow my updates and more recent poems. So, if you wanna see more of me, follow me on there if you have it! I will try to get round to posting stuff on here more again but only time will tell in its mad story telling ways. 

Now for the long and growing list of places you can find me: 









Now have fun! :D (Big Grin)
  • Mood: Optimism
  • Listening to: Laptop hum
  • Reading: What im writing
  • Watching: The screen
  • Playing: Psychonauts
  • Eating: nothing im ill
  • Drinking: your mumma ha


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I'm 19 and I am a musician/poet. Here you will find poems, short stories, haikus and much more as well. Feel free to have a look around and please comment about whatever you feel afterwards, thanks.

I make music for video games too, so if you need music for a video game you are making, let me know and we can talk. I'm based on Newgrounds/soundcloud for the kind of things, so check the links above and contact me on either, or on here!

You can find my own songs and my DJ sets in the links in the journal entries, thank you.

Hope you enjoy my stuff.


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MistressofQuills Featured By Owner Feb 20, 2014  Student Writer
Thank you so much for the llama and watch!:D It really means a lot:heart:
dude-im-alive Featured By Owner Feb 21, 2014   Writer
That's alright :)
ReyMan21 Featured By Owner Aug 14, 2013
I thank you sir for the +fav.:)
dude-im-alive Featured By Owner Aug 22, 2013   Writer
dass coo
SolidMars Featured By Owner Aug 2, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
thank you kindly for the watch i'm glad you've found my work worth your time :iconeeeeeplz:
dude-im-alive Featured By Owner Aug 2, 2013   Writer
Well I read the first thing on your featured art and really liked your way of writing, the sentences and way you structure it, bringing light into what could be another dull fucking sentence, in the least rude to other people way possible :). The way you put things together in a sentence... it's refreshing and good basically :) np!
SolidMars Featured By Owner Aug 3, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
thank you i am glad you find my style interesting :) 
dude-im-alive Featured By Owner Sep 20, 2013   Writer
MrHuxley Featured By Owner Jun 24, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thank you kindly for the :+fav:!
dude-im-alive Featured By Owner Jul 8, 2013   Writer
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