The tree stands on its own, branches high and wide, with a broad twisted trunk slightly leaning to the side. The tree has no friends around, no such nature of its type, only a few weeds litter the marshy ground, for it is far from ripe. So how did the tree find itself… Continue reading A new question in the New Forest
"Beach body ready in 6 weeks!" Scream the adverts attacking my eyes, with the image of a rippling torso displaying the ideal guy and for the girls? A flat stomach to compliment the abs displayed to the left and lets not forget the ladies' perfect chest. Why is one frame suitable for sand and sun?… Continue reading A good hypocrite but a bad poet
I have a very complicated relationship with summer. I love summer in many ways. However cliche it may sound, I love the sound of lawnmowers and the smell of freshly cut grass, I love the satisfaction of a cold drink on a hot day, I love the feeling of warm sand between your toes, I… Continue reading Summer lovin’? hatin’?
Musings on the National Express I wonder of the story Of the girl with the coffee And the man with the red curly hair, The flowers in hand Of a kindly old man And the jogger who runs without care. I wonder of the story Of the policeman strolling by And the boy with the ball… Continue reading I’m bad at poetry
Marshmallow No calories, that’s me, Let your will power go free! Enjoy one or two, What harm could it do? That’s right, take your pick— Oh dear, oh no! Stop- it’s all a trick! Why...didn’t you know? There’s sugar in me, and sugar is bad You’re even fatter now, doesn’t that make you sad?… Continue reading An amateurs poetry, take two
Exit There’s a door in the way between me and my day and it’s large and it’s tall and it’s colored dull grey. There’s no lock on the door, no need for a key so why, or why, won’t the door let me free? There’s stairs to go down And what if you fall?… Continue reading An amateurs poetry
There are two things that have been preoccupying my mind lately but neither of them are particularly easy to write about, as in neither of them really seem to go anywhere or are of enough substance to devote an entire blog post too. I often find my self questioning why I am the way I… Continue reading Welcome to my worries