Tag: person

Creative Writing

Acceptance

I stand on a tear stained street Caught inside an endless commute. I pour my fingers into the eyes of strangers In search of you. Off beat, intrinsic jazz shakes my body Our hands make love Ejected, rejected Thoughts exit my mind. I am in a muddling mind maze, These thoughts were only ever meant…

Creative Writing

Jealousy

You appear as a dark shadow; small, black, faceless, getting bigger and bigger. Engulfing until your circumference becomes traceless. You sound like sharp green nails on a blackboard, scratching and screeching. Your voice bores into me, shrill and defeating A fiery burn as you suck and bite at me, a parasite slowly killing its host….

Creative Writing

Casa Internazionale

Even the bleakest day Had a taste of the present. The present, Back then, Was a concoction Of mellow mornings, Followed by endless, heightened nights. Now it’s just me And the future: I am gnawing it away. At least it will sharpen my teeth. Not a day goes by Without someone telling me, “Oh, you’re…

Creative Writing

Loving Your Body

Kia is watching herself in the mirror and She doesn’t look like herself; She thinks she did once; She wishes she did now; She never will again. Kia is watching herself in the mirror and Where there was once the sharp jutting of rocks There is now ripe grassland, May green, lingering with soft sweet-scented…

Creative Writing

An open book

8:00 Leia Butler Confused blinks A stretch and a yawn Hesitant clumsy movements in the wake of dawn 8:05 Creased eyebrows Rumble rumble Gorging on cornflakes to appease the grumble 9:00 Arms wrapped around chest Lips starting to turn blue Toes wriggle against the fur lined shoe 12:00 Veins popping with hues of purple and…

Creative Writing

for Wonu

the light that comes in contact with her skin won’t change the fire in her heart light is meant to solidify                       to beautify but in this situation, it won’t temperate anything. Like Concrete on Facebook to stay up to date

Creative Writing

Girl outside

Have you seen her eyes? Searching grass stains Reaching up the bark Of her rough touch, Rough hands Legs like hay, the hairs like needles, Could lose thoughts in them, do you understand? Oh, have you seen her eyes? Dancing lily pads, I once tried to catch them in the lake — Silly mistake, oh…

Features

Is “I was drunk” an acceptable excuse?

Every once in a while I go for a cup of coffee with a friend of mine and in all our infinite wisdom we put the world to rights. The other week we got onto the topic of alcohol, which would appear to be everywhere at university, as is to be expected. My friend and…

Calendar
January 2021
M T W T F S S
 123
45678910
11121314151617
18192021222324
25262728293031
Latest Comments
  • Avatar
    1
    Favourite song covers
    Ma’am, this is a Wendy’s
  • Avatar Scott B
    2
    Favourite song covers
    Is this author 14 years old with absolutely zero knowledge on music? Has to be. Two out of three songs are irrelevant. Both by shitty bands. Who paid for this?…
  • Avatar theizzin
    3
    Should we mourn GCSE poetry?
    Wonderful article! Very insightful and brilliantly communicated. I wasn't aware of this issue before, but this article has really brought it to light for me. Thank you very much!
About Us

The University of East Anglia’s official student newspaper. Concrete is in print and online.

If you would like to get in touch, email the Editor on Concrete.Editor@uea.ac.uk. Follow us at @ConcreteUEA.