Must be soul destroying.. 

To have your life done by 26.

Just one more goal; to have a kid

Living the middle class dream

Show the world, how well you are doing. 

Must be great, to feel on top of the world. 

I am sorry if I sound bitter. 

But maybe I am. 

Wallowing in my own self pity. 

It’s kinda hard to not be. 


A shit poem about shit. 

I just want my world to be upright. 

I want things to make sense. 

I want to be as healthy as I can be. 

I don’t want to die anymore. 

But sometimes it’s hard to not want to. 

Trying my best. 

But it’s not good enough. 

This sounds like a mid weight emo love poem. 

But it’s not. 

It’s just a poem about wanting a full time job. 

And no gallstones or liver disease. 

So please. 

Bring me some happiness. 

And make sure the cat comes home. 

Sometimes love can be like the moon and the sun
One shines brighter than the other.
The other basks in their shine.
They share the same sky, each day and each night.

Only ever meeting on a clear evening.
Where they are for once content in each others presence.

Wishing they were closer,
Wishing they could both shine the same.
Hoping each dawn or dusk to be different.

But it’s always the same.


A little project for myself…

I have been thinking for the past week about getting back into creative writing again. Making little short stories. Or extracts that i come up with. Just to get my little mind going again. I think once a week I should work on a little story/ poem or something. You could also suggest some ideas for me to keep the ball rolling.

This is a short little introduction and I need to start doing some work on my first real blog entry.

Happy reading.

Amy x