I fell for the boy whose small, kind eyes were the warmest shade of chocolate- that seemed to have flecks of an earthy green in some lights, but managed to engulf me in its captivating gaze nonetheless. Whose smile was not dazzling or perfect, but had the ability to cause my heart to flutter when appearing on his pensive, but youthful face. The boy with a deep voice that carried a slow melodious tune that managed to not only soothe my ears but also set my cheeks ablaze when those watchful eyes stared intently at me, and words fell from his pierced tongue. I fell for the boy whose large, seemingly clumsy hands carelessly weaved their way through his feather soft locks instinctively throughout the day- completely unaware of how I longed to replace his hands with my own. The boy who could envelop me in both a bone crushing embrace and a soft and gentle one, and still leave me with a warm feeling of comfort and safety. I fell for the way he bashfully ducks his head when embarrassed- a movement so innocent and sweet, an oxymoron to his bad-boy demeanour. And how my mind struggles to form coherent thoughts when his fingers delicately trace the curves of my face- his tentative touch resulting in my breath getting caught and my tongue knotting itself. I fell for the boy who had a heart of gold-that had been battered and bruised by life- but still glowed like the end of his cigarette.
Haringey Unchained is a collective of students aiming to show case the creative talent of Haringey Sixth Form College in Tottenham, London. We think that through the promotion of our creative thoughts, we can educate our community, bringing to the foreground the critical and creative consciousness of a vibrant school in a deprived part of London. We are endeavouring to provide this blog as a platform for our community, giving the space to those whose work otherwise might not be seen or read. Being that the cuffs are off, we are able to express through our photography, art, short fiction and poetry, what’s really on our minds. We are free.