: About Me

I'm 18 years old and heading for Lancaster Uni to take European Studies & French. I've played cello for 6 years and bass guitar for 4 years (I'm self-taught on bass... it comes pretty naturally).

I live in Grimsby with my parents & my younger brother and sister.

My friends describe me as:

"Mischievous, free-spirited, hilariously wild, funny, clever"

None of them know that I write, because it's quite personal to me. Everything I write has relevance to something in my world, so as a result of this I haven't even told my family. This site is just somewhere for me to release the built-up collection of poems and anecdotes I've been hoarding for years.

My passion is ...

music

I know too much about ...

bad luck

My parents always told me ...

look twice before crossing the road

My childhood ambition ...

to be a midwife

My favorite memory ...

a freezing 5am by a lake in North Kelsey with friends in a tent

Why I write ...

because I always have done, since I learned to hold a pen

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

Reading "Knife Edge" (Malorie Blackman), listening to Biffy Clyro, watching Donnie Darko

My first job ...

never had one, I'm still in school

My best moment ...

getting my GCSEs

My inspiration ...

everything I see

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Miscarriage

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No title. Words aren't worth a title for this grief. A dream grew inside of me, a dream with eyes and mouth and fingers one that was supposed to make life perfect A dream I could see in my mind's eye Small, but growing steadily, a fledgling forming thought Two familiar faces merged into one But then the stick said not. I couldn't have kept the dream anyway, moving on in half a year, always moving on, no money no job no thing nothing. A dream can't survive on nothing But still, the dream grew inside me despite what I'd been told. I had it confirmed. And, as the dream evolved, I was enlarged...

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