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Studying Games Development Writing at Falmouth University in Cornwall. I have always had an inclination towards the creative arts, with games being a multifaceted avenue to explore many mediums at once.
Throughout lockdown I began experimenting with creative writing, similarly to how I use to constantly doodle and draw as a child; I've always needed someway to deposit my thoughts into something more tangible. During my time in sixth form, more so year 13 I've been experimenting with poetry, unearthing a love for this form of expression. So what better way to get a sense of me then through some lines of poetry.
A Sense of Self Sestina:
A self reflection in the mirror
Clawing for clarity of each sense
it gazes at unformed answers.
Clementine curls crown its head,
creased paper stretched across bloody tissue.
Before me, who are you?
Planted there with weak roots, you
fruitless individual, nothing but a mirror.
All the comfort I can give is weak as tissue,
to plug the leaking from a single sense.
In front of me, up a head
this pneuma holds no answers.
You ask back, I reflect same silent answers.
We share a set of I’s, yet me and you
separate in mind, sharing one head
feel so distant in the mirror.
Why question this sense
between us? Reduce it to simple tissue
Mould us pure as one body, weak tissue
which suffocates all answers,
enraptured in a twisted non-sense.
Unfurl for me so that I may mirror
your actions in our head.
And continue this immature passage a head,
to present you my soul wrapped in tissue.
We as one world in orbit of this mirror
might be mindless, lacking answers,
yet to walk away without you
I’d fracture into a self we cannot sense.
Unable to sustain a sestina without a sense
of any action, save an empty head.
Please I need you,
as tears need tissue,
the immaterial me gifts no answers
save this reflection in the mirror.
Tell me what’s t’issue without answers?
Where can I find you in my head,
when my mirror self makes no sense?
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