barnsy
Profile
- Name
- barnsy
- Age
- 17
- City
- Woking
- Country
- United Kingdom
- Joined
- May 2008
I’m studying English, RS, Poltics and History and hoping to do philosophy and theology at Oxford but need to get in first.
I love writing because its a great way of showing true emotions and a way of showing my life phlisophy.
I’m determined to find a greater meaning through my writing and i’m also determined to get a good camera at some point and try to make some interesting images.
i would try to do some art when it comes to drawing i tend to be limited to stick men pictures which are rarely all inspiring.
If you want to get to know me here’s a link to my :facebook profile
Groups
barnsy is a member of A Novel Idea, All Things Poetic, Prose, Philosophical., Anticonsumerism, Art Inspired by Dreams, Atheism, Beginner's Expressions, Boredom Competitions on the 24/7, Buddha, Childhood, Compassion, Courage & Friendship, Creative Inspirations, Current Issues, End Times, Environmental Awareness, Experimental, Extreme Heat, Flash Fiction, Green!, Humour Captured, Live, Love, Dream, Masterpieces: Literature, Minimalism, Parallel Dimensions, Realist Traditional Art, Sci Fi , Six Words Only, Something To Say, Spiritual Art, Tea and Chairs, The Beginners' Corner, The Urban Environment, The Word Tree, Twisted Tales, United Kingdom, War and Writers' Market.
Journal Entries
Jacob's Diary
Posted 15 days ago, 2 comments so far.
Engleby
Posted about 1 month ago, 3 comments so far.
Writings
Jacob (IV)
I’m most concerned about you reader. I’m sorry to be so aggressive, but I’m really concerned that if you find me odd you aren’t open to different types of people.
The News
He just carried on watching the news, in a dreaded hope of that dark story.
The Fly
His head was aching and the buzz seemed to be growing in intensity. ‘It must be the wine!’ he thought but he knew it wasn’t.
British Summer
No need for roast / With Rosy to toast / And an ice cream for desert.
The Flowing Stream
My meditative state takes me / To the place beyond this picturesque / Imagery, to the place that nature can’t explain.
The Footsteps
I am just like those around me / My soul has now deserted me. / All I am is footsteps / And nothing / More.
