In response to Clouds
At no other time do I believe is a friend needed quite as much at 4am as one is needed when you are a student. This is when you are stumbling home, not entirely sure if you are still in possession of your key, or decide on an impromptu trip to the 24hr McDonald’s, or want to watch a film, or want to sit watching the sky grow light without speaking.
In response to Aimless (the explanation) and Letters to Euturpe (the poem) – yes, I’m being lazy and putting them into one post but you’ll see why.
‘Out in the shiny night, the rain
was softly falling
The tracks that ran down the boulevard had
all been washed away’
‘Night time sharpens
heightens each sensation.
Darkness stirs and wakes
imagination.’
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We were the cliche;
Young, dumb and full of rum,
We were wild and free,
Eighteen forever.
.
We were not ourselves,
With our glittery eyelids
And sharp drinks.
.
We were whoever we wanted,
But who we could never really be.
.
Still, we danced and we laughed
And we felt more alive
Than any other time.
.
We imagined the night
Would never end,
That our endless youth
Would save us.
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We believed in the power
Of a rhythm and a beat
In a darkness that made
These versions of us
Possible.
‘It was an early morning yesterday, I was up before the dawn’
In response to Chaos
In response to Sacrifice
Ok, I hadn’t really planned on posting this so soon, but it fits the prompt and…
In response to Earth
University Life 