I've been writing poetry on and off for a long time - admittedly a lot of it was the typical teenage angst. Now I write when the inspiration takes me - on numerous different subjects. And I'm sorry - I'm really not very good at it! I'm living in the North West - Manchester to be precise - but I'm originally from Wiltshire - a tiny village of only 60 houses so I was rather sheltered before I discovered the North of the country. I have joined Write Out Loud to get some feedback on the stuff I've been writing for ages.
Stopped The whole world has stopped. Nothing can happen until it starts again. I click. They click. We all double click, click, click. Tick, tick, tick. That stupid little egg timer. The whole world has stopped. Open, close, open, close, Maybe moving the window will help. Kick it. Make a cup of tea and walk away. It makes a noise! We're cooking on gas now. No. The whole world has stopped. Control, alt, del Click click - hell. Bugger - blue screen of death. -------- (Inspired by a very frustrating day at work!)
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"The inward eye that is the bliss of solitude" (06/05/2010)
The Village (09/04/2010)
To Whom It May Concern (09/04/2010)
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