31 years old

write poems and fiction Stories

I Oil Paint also
Irish Born and raised
Love Reading

Star Gazing and running barefoot on grass (now thats just crazy)

My passion is ...

Writing , Painting , all Arts Pottery etc

I know too much about ...

Nothing

My parents always told me ...

Look both ways when crossing

My childhood ambition ...

To tell my story

My favorite memory ...

My Grandmother giving me Sweets

Why I write ...

To express My feelings

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

Right now Paul Simon

My first job ...

In A Video Store

My best moment ...

Saving a guy called James' Life

My inspiration ...

William Blake

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The seasons of love

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Summers left,

light declines in whispers

and the creep of colours fade way

out far the moon is low autumn nights

and twilight lights easing winter near.

Tall tress reveal their bones in amber,

gold and browns leaving the still dry crunch of leaves underfoot.

In playful innocence they blew around

falling in my wake, without care.

No-one listening to their song,

promising to return in spring

An air of hope fills the darkest of nights

and stars shine like never before

like candles in the velvet sky

those twilight lights burn so bright

welcoming in autumnal cheer

of apples' b...

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