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  1. Hm

    A stream of conscience,
    an ebbing tide.

    I would rather die for nothing than live for something, I do not want to live bound by morals and ethics, by people or feelings. This is why I destroy myself, the homeostasis of my body.

    This is how I forget these things, this is how I die for nothing. This is how I will live for everything, which is nothing.

    Hurt me.
  2. By losing nothing I have lost everything. Everything other than meaning wrapped up in words, philosophy wrapped up in action, death wrapped up in life. With each day a clinging pestilence hangs in my head, slowly fermenting, brewing pure hatred and isolation. Nothing is left for me to do, no purpose or pain. All I shall do now is pump myself full of whatever I can find and record my final thoughts on this forum of pedantic fools and beggars.
    Until next time,
  3. Recent poems of mine.

    Walls of Fire

    Walls of fire,
    Of wrath,
    Of rage,
    Bind me to consequence,
    Bind my shadow to consequence,
    Shackle my soul to consequence.

    This cruelty is kind
    To love
    Bound flesh,

    For reminding me
    Of consequence,
    For shackling me
    To consequence,
    Massages my love bound flesh
    That did, in eternal beauty
    Walk through these walls!
    Through this fire,
    Through this wrath,
    Through this rage.

    What did it find?
    Celestial light?
    Boundless freedom?
    No, this is not freedom;
    This light is lurid,
    Hot at the core.
    This freedom weighted
    By untenable insanity,
    Sedated by
    Intangible agony.
    My sin
    Dripped tongue
    Causes temporary numb
    To the pain that it brings unto me

    Pity my free soul,
    For it is burned by the breeze
    Of heavenly peace,
    Numbed to the pain
    Of its feather whip.
    All I want,
    Are those walls of fire.


    Escape Preservation By Preserving Your Escape


    Through this clear window,
    See all
    The things
    He intended me to


    Stay still in this room,
    With the putrid
    Remnants of a mirror’s


    Never leave this place of stillness,
    No one comes to my place of stillness,

    The window dirties,
    All blurs to black,
    It breaks the spell
    Of snow white wonder,
    Making a leper of my own
    Self preservation.


    Am never touched,
    Never seen or tasted,
    Never smelled nor heard.
    Crawling from this room
    Of piteous splendour,
    I rot in fleeing
    The winter’s chase,
    The summer sun,
    The spring’s blossom,
    Autumnal rain.
    All blurs to black
    And breaks the spell
    Of my bleak preservation.


  4. So this is my first blog. I have always felt for anyone to understand a piece of writing, they must have at least a basic base of knowledge about the author.

    (Very) Brief biography- Born in Tehran, Iran (my mother is Iranian), moved to London at the age of 3, moved to southwest (Wiltshire) ages 5. At the age of six my father took his own life due to clinical depression, my mother was an alchoholic for the next 4 years (until I was 10) and so I cared for her during that period of time. Mother finally picked herself up, earned a degree and started working again, I joined my current secondary school aged 11 and everything was going well. At the age of 14 my mother reverted back to alchoholism, blamed me for my father's death and refused to let me live with her. My father had left me a substantial amount of money that I gave to my grandmother to buy a 2 bedroom house in her name where I could live and continue at my current school.

    I am 15 years old, I have taken my maths gcse (A*) my english lit and english lang gcses (A*s) and the separate science gcses (3 A*s). I have also taken my maths A level (A) and my english literature A level (A).
    I write in the spare time that I do not spend with my girlfriend; Alissa.
    I have always been sceptical of love at an early age however I can assure you I truly am 'in love' with her.
    I enjoy literature more than pop fiction and my writing follows suit, being high in neo classical symbolism and such.

    So yeah, thats me. Any questions?