Internet People

I often find myself thinking
About people on the net
And how there’s some I adore
Even though we’ve never met.

I imagine how they’d sound
Their voice I want to hear
They live so far away
But it’s like they’re near

I get to talk to such wonders
They are just perfection
But it’s all online
Which adds to my frustration

These internet people
Who I simply love
I want to meet them so much
But, for now, I am void of.


I Am Grateful…

So lately, I’ve been thinking about people. People I love, people who have stuck with me to the present time and people who were left behind.
I think about how those people affected me, how we spent our time together and the things I learned from those people. Some of those people I don’t necessarily care much for now but they used to be quite good friends at one point.
To every person who played a part in getting me to where I am today, I am grateful.
I am grateful to those who I’ve fallen out with, not because I like those people, but because I have some pretty good memories that stem from the time we were friends. I am grateful to those people because during a time where I felt like I had no-one and nothing they showed me kindness and gave me, to this day, the best birthday I ever had.
I am grateful they were there then and I’m also grateful they’re not here now. Breaking apart is sometimes a nice thing to do and although I harbour no negative feelings for them, I thank them for not sticking around.
I am grateful to my family, they’re annoying and incredibly difficult to live with but I’m grateful.
I am grateful to the friends I have now, the ones who I can count on even though we live over 200 miles apart, they give me stability in life and a reason to keep smiling.
I am grateful for all these people.

And I am grateful for you, my readers. Thank you, for reading this blog, however few of you there are, I appreciate you taking time out of your day to read what I write. Every second is precious and I am grateful that you would use even one of those seconds for me.

Thank you.


I know you don’t feel gladness
Dealing with people of dreadful madness
And you’re stuck fighting the badness
But keep marching through the sadness.

Because the World’s actually a pretty cool place
But like everything, it has more than one face
Just stop running through it like it’s a race
There’s no rush to finish, set your own pace

And then you’ll finally be able to see
Through the veil that conceals the World’s true beauty
The veil of hatred that hides what your life could be
Rip it from your vision and you will live peacefully

Because let me tell you, happiness is addictive
That’s why it’s okay to cut away the negative
And search for those that make you feel positive
But you’ve gotta put the work in, be more active.

I know you don’t feel gladness
Dealing with people of dreadful madness
And you’re stuck, fighting the badness
But just…just keep marching through the sadness

…Stay Positive.

Help me out

Hello readers, I would quite like your help, if you would be so kind to oblige.

I’ve been struggling for some inspiration, between planning for larger posts that is, and I’m thinking you can help me.
My suggestion or rather the favour I ask of you is to just, perhaps, leave a comment of a topic, object or idea you would like me to attempt to write a poem, (or short story maybe?) about.
So, I’ll leave this with you guys, I’d appreciate the comments but if you don’t like the idea then that’s cool too.

Well, I’ll stop there, as always, thanks for reading.

A Whirlwind of Emotions…

I wasn’t planning this post but one of my friends posted a tweet that included the words, “a whirlwind of emotions” and all of a sudden my hands went mad and I wrote this in 5 minutes.
Hope you enjoy.

A whirlwind of emotions,
That control every notion,
As you’re just going through the motions
Wishing you had a potion,

Just to take it all away,
But hey,
I guess that’s just the way,
That things have to stay.

So you just go,
And you don’t know,
Who to leave and who to follow,
Uncertain about tomorrow,

But I guess we’ll see,
How things are gonna be,
Holding a lock with no key.

A key to your dreams,
And it seems,
That there are no teams,
But the sun still beams,

Giving you hope,
Helping you cope,
So you don’t sit and mope,
And you look at hate and say, “Nope”

I’m done with you,
And all you put me through,
So, here’s what I’m gonna do,
Put my middle finger up and say, “Fuck you”

I Write Again…

I select my weapon of choice
My ball pointed friend, my inky voice
My opinions, emotions, thoughts in my mind
The tool that expresses them and helps me unwind.

It’s strange, it really does help me
Putting things on paper, helps me to see
That perhaps, everything isn’t so bad
And maybe it’s a waste, always being sad.

I’d like to do this more often but life gets in the way
Over thinking things doesn’t help, it kinda ruins the day
However my mind is forever racing, it can’t keep still
It drives me insane and I think it forever will.

So why do I write these things again, if it makes me depressed?
Perhaps because writing is a gift of which I feel blessed
But maybe it’s just because I need some form of hope
And writing all this, is just how I cope.

Date of writing: 18/07/2013, 03:03AM

Shameless Self-Promotion (Again)

Soooo, yeah. It’s another self-promoting post, shameless, as always.
But yeah, I’ve recently started drawing again and I invite you all to check out my instagram, I’m trying some sketches of real life things, rather than just the anime drawings. I actually surprised myself at how I took to it to be honest, I was expecting them to be terrible but I don’t think I’ve done that bad, but anyway, I’d love you to check it out thanks.