: About Me

Wow, this is an awfully big space now that I actually have to talk about me.

Well to start at the beginning would be helpful - I was born to a brilliant mother and a shockingly bad father, who got lost somewhere around year 3 of my life. I hope he found himself.

I grew up, good family, happy memories. Around 7 I started riding, and at 8 I started to write, both things which I still continue to do.

I was intending to go to bournemouth to study journalism, but like a lot of plans, that one was abandoned in favour of going to knighton heath to study popular music. Bring it.

Lovelove
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My passion is ...

Horses + Music

I know too much about ...

How can anyone know too much?

My parents always told me ...

Watch the ball

My childhood ambition ...

To be an archeologist. Not sure what happened to that one.

My favorite memory ...

When I first saw my horse

Why I write ...

Tough. I just love it I guess.

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

The Body, Hanif Kureishi. A very very clever man

My first job ...

Working in a tack shop.

My best moment ...

Every moment i spend with my friends.

My inspiration ...

James, and Slinky. I love you guys.

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The death of loving

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Whispered wishes spin webs of words, That hang jewelled and heavy, in the garden of morning. Greatly admired and easily broken, Wishes don't last long, when no-one is listening. My song's all die too young, They never take flight from my tongue. Which lies bound forever in a web of words, Choking on rhythms, in the garden of morning. Love is free, but costs in pain, Never say never, and never again. Do we trust in ourselves after hearts are broken, Swept up and scattered, in the garden of morning.

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