: About Me

My passion is ...

football

I know too much about ...

sharks

My parents always told me ...

stop eating loudly

My childhood ambition ...

footballer

My favorite memory ...

brothers' being born

Why I write ...

escapism

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

Wuthering Heights, the wire, kings of Leon

My first job ...

Stacking yoghurts at Tesco

My best moment ...

being given a yoghurt

My inspiration ...

Tom Cruise - no not really - Edgar Allan Poe

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Waiting to be free

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Dragged back to the island, An ocean left unexplored. Home to withered palm trees, Stretched along the shore. Back to broken shells, And sand lines unfrozen. The whipped hurricane has left, And I have chosen. Not to return for good, Or that old repeated ideal. Which loses direction like the wind, Brushing my expression still. To sink grains under weary feet, Tired and collapsing again. It will slow the water's tide, But not enough to swim.

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