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All my poetry, particularly the more recent pieces are written by me, for me. Many of the recent pieces are not great by anyones standards but they are on here because I need them. I write in Journals, it is how I deal with most things in my life, from break-ups to moving, setting my goals to loosing my dreams. The good and the bad is all there. These poems are the end products of many of those entries. They are my reminders of who I am and how and why I came to be that person. When I'm down, when I'm scared, alone, lost, afraid, excited, in love and don't know who to turn to, I can always turn to myself. Everything I need is in there somewhere. I have started travelling and my journals cannot come with me, so instead I have this. A condensed online version, whenever, wherever I need it. I'm happy to share it with you, I hope you find something here that helps you, too.
The following is a list of my favourite pieces, if you are going to read any, read these:
Away, Nameless Feeling, Waiting, Not Lost, Break Down, Hope, Familiar Stranger.


My Favourite Quotes:

One step forward, no matter how small, Is one step less that has to be taken.
~Brian Adams~

Please know that I am aware of the hazards. I want to do it because I want to do it. Women must try to do things as men have tried. When they fail, their failure must be but a challenge to others.
~Amelia Earhart~ Piolet

I may be poor, but summer is free.
~Sister Hazel~

In death, we are not defined by what we did or who we were but by what we meant to others. How well we loved and were loved in return.
~Author Unknown~

The next few weeks were the worst he could remember. Too many things were coming back to him, too much of what he'd lost, or - sadder - had never had in the first place. All that wasted time, and he didn't even know who'd wasted it.
~Oryx and Crake~ Margaret Atwood.

The pain and self-loathing all looked convincing on the screen though; in fact they looked frighteningly real, and Alice was again aware of a sense of of deep unease.
Where did I get those emotions from? supposing such feelings don't always come out of the past or the present? Supposing they sometimes come from the future...?
~Roots of Evil~ Sarah Rayne.

'My whole life was about her, what if her whole life wasn't all about me'
~The Pact~ J. Picoult

There is no refuge from confession but suicide; and suicide is confession.
Daniel Webster

Time passes slowly when you are young, and quickens as you get old.
Summer lasted forever when I was seven, but now it only visits.
~Thursdays Child~ S. Hartnett

Yes, I have tricks in my pocket, I have things up my sleeve. But I am the opposite of a stage magician. He gives you illusion that has the appearance of truth. I give you truth in the pleasant disguise of illusion.
~The Glass Menagerie~ T. Williams

She wanted to go in, wanting it as we want to jump from balconies, as the glint of the rail tempts us when we hear the approaching train.
~Hannibal~ T. Harris


There is a legend about a bird which sings just once in its life, more sweetly than any other creature on the face of the earth. From the moment it leaves the nest it searches for a thorn tree, and does not rest until it has found one. Then, singing among the savage branches, it impales itself upon the longest, sharpest spine. And, dying, it rises above its own agony to out-carol the lark and the nightingale. One superlative song, existance the price. But the whole world stills to listen, and God in his heaven smiles. For the best is only bought at the cost of great pain... Or so says the legend.
The bird with the thorn in its breast, it follows an immutable law; it is driven by it knows not what to impale itself, and die singing. At the very instant the thorn enters there is no awareness in it of the dying to come; it simply sings and sings until there is not the life left to utter another note. But we, we know. We understand. And still we do it. Still we do it.
~The Thorn Birds~ C. McCullough