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Hi! Thanks for coming to learn a little about me! I am a 42 year old writer who has recently completed travelling around my beloved country, Australia.

I enjoy writing to a variety of topics as well as communicating with other writers here on Helium. I am often

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Angels: 4 of 263
Angels WingsOn angels wings you are lifted upto heights youve ne'er known beforein angels wings your are protectedand the hurt can hurt no moreThough humankind can harm our bodiesNought can touch our soulsfor angels wings wrap safe around usand we are protected in the foldour bodies and our minds may breakour hearts may feel ... More..
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Coming home: 1 of 43
*England Forever*Verse 1There's wide open landsWith sun all aroundAnd mystical placesWith mystical soundsAnd sky-scraper mountainsWith sky scraper peopleStretching ever upwardLike so many steeplesChorusBut I know in which placeI'd rather beFrom Berwick to Lands EndWales to the North SeaOver Thames and the TweedFrom London to ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Ending a relationship: 7 of 300
Almanac of AcheThe box sits where it always satIn a half open drawer by my bedI dare not touch itDare not stareThat box is my almanac of ache.Pretty cards, precious stonesPhotographs of laughterA coaster from the pubReminders of lossFill my almanac of ache.It used to be my treasure chestA box of love and joyIt used to be my h... More..
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Going crazy: 2 of 70
In My Head In My BedLaying in my hospital bed.Thoughts of you running through my headWondering why you dont sit and talkJust stand and stare and then you walkI'm in my bed and In my headCan barely move an arm or legWishin you were loving meKnowing that it will never beYou weren't man enough to admitYou made a mistake and want... More..
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Working: 1 of 33
THE OUTBACK IS CALLING*My friends and family they dont understandwhy I love the outback and miss the bushlandthey dont know why I love the wide open spacewhy a sparkle's in my eye and a smile's on my facethey see me in the suburbs hanging out in mallsand they dont know how the outback she callscalling me back home to the aust... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Memories: 17 of 540
MemoriesMemories of you fill my mindand a tear creeps down my faceThe pains of childbirth were gone the second I laid eyes on youFear, hurt and lonliness vanished when I held you in my armsYour squirming pink bodyand little face filled my worldAs you took your first stepI wanted to help but didn'tYou needed to do that on your... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Woman of my dreams: 2 of 63
Where Did She Go?I felt her presence before Isaw her timidly crossing the valley.Lithe movements across streams andthrough the tree strewn plain,Lilting laughter echoing from hillto cliff face and back again,Long flowing gown fluttering softlyin the gentle Summer breezes,Then she was gone.I experienced her in the lecturehalls... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Humanity: 5 of 154
'IsmToday I saw another one'twas just a fleetng glance.It waltzed right past my eyesa familiar kind of dance.Like a fairy on the wingor a penguin sliding on ice.The very moment that I saw itit was gone in just a trice.The footprints that it lefthave a heavy tale to tellof burden of the heart and souland how humankind fell.For... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Inspirational: 16 of 473
WRITER'S INSPIRATIONfrom angels whispers and childrens smilesalong dirt roads that stretch for mileswhispered words heard on a busloving hearts just like uspain and hurt, choking words mumbledfear and stress and whinges grumbledsights and scenes and plans and dreamsthis is where we get our inspirationduring awefilled moments ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The Internet: 1 of 29
MetamorphosisClutter spills from the kitchen tableand gathers awkwardly in piles on the floor.Last weeks dishes heave toward the ceilingas circlets of coffee harden on the bench.Time-worn and weary the mother shovesa pile of unopened envelopes to one sideas she drops a bag of groceries on the table.Children troop, traipse and... More..