Hello and thank you for visiting my site.
My name is Christopher Bailey.
I was born in Victoria, Australia, Travelled around Australia as a really little child (with my family of course), and ended up in Ballarat, where I stayed for roughly 8 years or some such.
From there, my parents seperated and I spent a year fuming in angst and other assorted entertainments left open to teenagers. Then, I moved over to Tasmania where my father was living, and Ihave been here ever since.
As for my writing it is quite eclectic. Some of my writes have been as a result of Visual stimulation and others Musicial. A lot of them have been done simply because I was bored and wanted to do something, and as a result they are pretty vague as to what the meaning is. others have been as a result of choosing 5 random words and writing about anything, and using those words in it.
Then of course are the ones that actually have come from some sort of intense feeling that i've had.
I Aspire to be a writer, Ifeel as though I am a writer.
As i was also explaining to a friend, Life is too short, and the only thing we can leave on the world is art.
Now i'm terrible at painting, drawing, singing, dancing, and so on, so thats why i do it.
i've wanked on enough now.
See ya
My name is Christopher Bailey.
I was born in Victoria, Australia, Travelled around Australia as a really little child (with my family of course), and ended up in Ballarat, where I stayed for roughly 8 years or some such.
From there, my parents seperated and I spent a year fuming in angst and other assorted entertainments left open to teenagers. Then, I moved over to Tasmania where my father was living, and Ihave been here ever since.
As for my writing it is quite eclectic. Some of my writes have been as a result of Visual stimulation and others Musicial. A lot of them have been done simply because I was bored and wanted to do something, and as a result they are pretty vague as to what the meaning is. others have been as a result of choosing 5 random words and writing about anything, and using those words in it.
Then of course are the ones that actually have come from some sort of intense feeling that i've had.
I Aspire to be a writer, Ifeel as though I am a writer.
As i was also explaining to a friend, Life is too short, and the only thing we can leave on the world is art.
Now i'm terrible at painting, drawing, singing, dancing, and so on, so thats why i do it.
i've wanked on enough now.
See ya
- Last seen on Nov 18 7:27 PM. Member since December 5, 2005.
- I'm a peridot parrot poet for 45 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "Aparently I look like the Paddle-pop Lion".
- I am a 20 year old man (Australia)
- When I'm not writing, I'm trying to enjoy life.
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My Poetry
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Summary of how i feel... listening to Gorillaz "tomorrow comes today" in reverse and carved in Stone- Ungehorsam
My Stories
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I woke up in an alleyway. About a foot away from my face was some cat crap and about a foot away from that was vomit, probably mine. I was3627 lines, November 16. In 2000-5000 words
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It was a gusty spring Saturday night. The birds were not singing, In fact I don't have a clue what they were up to and they have nothing to do with the story. My house was unclean, dirty dishes and dusty ashtrays clustered ar505 lines, September 29. In <600 words
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True account of what happened to me.1199 lines, March 24. In 600-2000 words, Humor
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It was a gusty spring Saturday night. The birds were not singing, In fact I don't have a clue what they were up to and they have nothing to do with the story. My house was unclean, dirty dishes and dusty ashtrays clustered ar
Guest Book
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malmadre : Keep on flying.... on February 10I came to read your poems and saw that you have mirrored some of my thoughts and perceptions. I like so many of them and what they say, I will re-read and leave some comments. You are very versatile with your writing and express yourself so well. The free verse is so well done and you rhyme well also when you feel the need. These last few months of writers block have not done any harm, sometimes we just have to refuel. The untitled ones of late will name themselves in time. Even with my experience in life I still do not know what or where my purpose is, referring to Pilot song. Just fly!
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Cherry.Scented on August 26, 2007love you long time babycakes
miss you terribly
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