Tag: Writing
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Insecure
Insecure I get insecure. Sometimes. I don’t know how to look you in the eye. Days go by where I just want to lie in my bed and hide. Tell me, Are we all just suffering inside? Please let me know I’m not alone in my struggles. I get nervous, I get anxious. But…
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The Poetry of War
Below are two poems I have written which I may enter into an upcoming competition The competition challenges the writer to explore the concept of national identity, by responding to how it is portrayed in the works of WWII Poets. I chose Timothy Corsellis’ poem – News Reel of Embarkation The antagonism between fighting for…
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Why Being An Adult Isn’t Fun
Gone are the days when finger painting and daytime naps were as common as the cold. Instead , replaced by finger tapping and continuous bouts of the common cold! If only we knew as tiny humans, the pure agony that lay before us in the adult world. Let me list just a few for you:…
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Poem: Fight
It doesn’t matter what’s wrong or what’s right. If you go left, I’ll go right. I don’t want anyone to know I cry at night, So that’s why I always put up a fight. I’ll fight on a Monday, I’ll fight on a Tuesday. I’ll fight when you choose-a-day, Cuz for me, it’s never a…
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Poem: Wait
That dank smell still lingers, Lost in the lustre of your memory I refigure A life without you, I just don’t want delivered. Why did you say goodbye when byes are never good I feel lost more now than ever Yet back then somehow I understood That for you to return Would be a wish…
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A Second Chance To Make A First Impression
My second time uploading this because no one seems to like an introduction! (*Cue introductory moody af facial expression ) I know breaking the ice is awkward but let’s just make a start on finding the chisel, eh? What’s the blog about?: A lifestyle blog intertwined with a few off topic rants and the occasional…
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Tough Mudder – S.O.S
For any naive soul out there who doesn’t know what ‘Tough Mudder’ is exactly, I suggest you keep it that way. For it seems to be the hybrid spawn of Satan and someone your mother dearest just isn’t too fond of. In other words – it’s going to be hell. And guess who just signed…
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Poem: Rorrim
I control you. From the cradle to the grave, I will own you. You can smell me, hold me, taste me, lose me. Yet you cannot refrain from the goal to retain me. You lie to everyone about me, conduct deceitful acts to earn me, learn for me, learn from me, either way, like…
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4 Ways To Be More Proactive
Let’s face it, we all like our lie ins on weekends (and weekdays if we can get away with it). We like it when someone else cooks us dinner and when someone else cleans up those dirty dinner plates. We like it when another human being empties those rotten bins with leaking bin juice before…
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Poem – Lost
Below is a poem I wrote in a state of confusion one evening. I was at a loss with what my purpose in life should be. Frustrated that I had so many thoughts in my mind yet took so little action: Lost I feel lost, There’s a voice in my head that can never be…
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No Good, Bad And Ugly Work Habits
As creatures of habit we therefore succumb to many repetitive behaviours we wish we hadn’t! As I wallow in this thought and share them in writing by teaming up with Go Think Big, I suddenly remember, my annoying colleague wants another tea, no sugar. So whilst I brew the perfect cuppa, why don’t you have…
The Neon Squid 