Biography
Currently living and working in Japan as an English Teacher.
Loving the solitude and challenges that living in another country bring.
In my spare time I travel to different places in Japan, hang out with friends and write about my experiences.
Samples
She Hate
I can’t stand her
She thinks she’s so great
But she’s just so bland.
Those skirts she wears: Him
On demand; ready to flirt.
She believes she has the upper hand
But I know better: Even sent Richard and Judy a letter
Get it off my chest, rest a bit
Then I’ll be ready
To tell her some home truths
That I was going steady.
I had plans in distant lands
Palm trees; him on my arm.
Now look at me: Full of self-pity
He used to say I was so witty; full of charm
Now I’ve resorted to self-harm.
Even the dog feels sorry for me
Watching corrie and piling on the weight
Foolish of me to think life was full of happy times,
And loves fate.
All I can do right now: Is HATE.
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Last blog entry
Posted on Thursday 4th December 2008 1:32 pm
Four women side by side,
cycling
Their kinship cemented - like the
spokes on their bicycles.
They pedal proudly, against the cold chilly
air
skin fair, perfectly powdered
hair thick and strong.
Sisters bonding, swapping stories from
their day: Then they spilt -
wheels turn
different directions
Four women say goodnight
as the moon turns in.
By Belinda Johnston
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steve
Sun 2nd Nov 2008 19:09
Hi Belinda,
thanks for taking the time to read and comment on the poem
steve