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Monday, 30 April 2018

NaPoWriMo Day 30

Hello Readers,

Welcome to the 30th and final day of national poetry writing month. It's been great fun to participate again, and I'll be joining in again next year.
I hope you've enjoyed what you've read so far, and as NaPoWriMo 2018 comes to a close, I'd like to thank you all for your support during this NaPoWriMo poetry writing challenge.

Todays poem is  ...

(image by Rilsonav, Pixabay artist) 


Ignorance is a cruel,
Way to act, 
Moving aside, 
Showing kindness, 
Never getting a thanks, 
Or even a smile, 
Instead receiving the bite, 
Of a crocodile, 
All the while, 
You do your best, 
To achieve, 
An act of love, 
Never wanting, 
To receive, 
Anything but, 
A pleasant look. 

Thanks for joining me on my NaPoWriMo journey, 

Sunday, 29 April 2018

NaPoWriMo Day 29

Hello Readers,

Welcome to day 29 of national poetry writing month. Today's poem is about loss, self-doubt, and healing.

Spider Head

There once was a girl,
Who wore spiders in her hair,
She'd knot them tightly in,
Scattered here and there,
The other kids at school,
Called her Spider Head,
But she didn't care,
As long as they weren't dead,
Then on one cloudy day,
She met a boy named Doug,
With shoes made of clay,
And a hat made of slug,
She flicked aside her hair, 
Flaunting her eight legged locks, 
But no spiders were there, 
She blushed in her socks, 
The boy sniggered and left, 
His slug hat slipping from his crown, 
As the little girl wept, 
Followed by a frown, 
She searched for her spiders, 
Here and there,
Fearing the worst, 
They could be anywhere,  
The girl felt cursed, 
'Where are my friends?' 
'Where could they be?' 
The girl questioned, 
Over her tea, 
The years passed by, 
As the girl grew, 
Until one day her hair, 
Felt like superglue,
The spiders had returned, 
After years far gone, 
All she had yearned, 
Came back at once,
But the truth is, 
They were always around, 
Inside the girl, 
Waiting to be found.

Thanks for reading, 

Saturday, 28 April 2018

NaPoWriMo Day 28

Hello Readers,

Welcome to day 28 of national poetry writing month. Today's poem is inspired by discrimination and being afraid to be yourself.

(image by EtienneL, Pixabay artist) 

Snow White Snail 

There once was a snail who was white, 
Who went by the name of Benjamin Dwight, 
He gave the other bugs a fright, 
When he lit up like the moon at night, 
Until a human called Bob appeared, 
With an incredibly long twisted beard, 
He was a little esentrically weird, 
When over the snail he leared, 
He pulled a paintbrush from his pocket, 
And a rainbow paint set, 
Making the snail's dream come true, 
He was painted red, yellow, green, and blue, 
And now that Benjamin finally fit in, 
The rest of the bugs talked to him, 
The famous snail polyanne came to visit, 
With a snow white shell that seemed to fit, 
The male snails peacocked for her attention, 
But she wasn't interested in any of them, 
Then thick and fast came down the rain, 
And Benjamin was white again, 
The others looked him up and down, 
Trying to shove him from their town, 
But polyanne saw the real Benjamin Dwight, 
And she didn't care that he was white, 
For she had found her perfect match, 
And he was quite a catch, 
The other bugs stopped to stare, 
But polyanne didn't care, 
Because her motto was to be, 
Not being held back by discrimination, 
To live life happy and free, 
The way they were born to be. 

Thanks for reading, 

Friday, 27 April 2018

NaPoWriMo Day 27

Hello Readers,

Welcome to day 27 of national poetry writing month. Today's poem is another fun children's poem, about ...

(image by Pawel86, Pixabay artist)

The Gremlin Under My Bed 

There's a gremlin living under my bed,
With bulging eyes and a slimy head,
He steals all of my black socks,
When he arrives time stops,
I told my mum the other day,
But she said, 'don't be silly go away,'
I caught him eating my last sweet,
With fangs protruding from his feet,
And what on earth am I to do?
When he's drinking all my super glue,
I wanted to tell my favourite teacher,
Or even our town preacher,
But I know they won't believe,
I have a gremlin refusing to leave,
So I told him he could stay,
After all was done and said,
Because I knew he'd never go away,
But he's happy as long as he's fed,
And when I grow old and grey,
And it becomes my time,
Because he's here to stay,
He'll be passed to next in line.

Thanks for reading,

Thursday, 26 April 2018

NaPoWriMo Day 26

Hello Readers,

Welcome to day 26 of national poetry writing month. I'm quite surprised how much easier I've found NaPoWriMo to be this year, and how fast its gone so far, as last year seemed to be a struggle.
Todays poem is inspired by that horrible feeling we all carry inside of ourselves. Todays poem is ...

(image by Johnhain, Pixabay artist)


It's not fair,
The way that you,
Disregard me completely,
Beating me black and blue,
You push and push and push,
For a reaction,
But I still return,
Like a fatal attraction,
A multitude of merged emotion,
Secured and released,
Into an endless ocean,
Of responsibility,
An explosion free to vent,
The inner beast reveals itself,
There's no greater judgement,
Than that bestowed on ourselves.

Thanks for reading,

Wednesday, 25 April 2018

NaPoWriMo Day 25

Hello Readers,

Welcome to day 25 of national poetry writing month. Today's poem is a humour poem. Today is a ...

(image by RyanMcGuire, Pixabay artist)

Bad Hair Day 

No matter how hard I try,
I just cannot fix my hair,
A mane like an untamed beast,
Compared to a fuzzy bear,
It's hair would be better,
And god forbid it should get wet,
Because going outdoors,
I would regret,
People would think,
This girl's gone mad,
But if I cut it all off,
I'd look like a lad,
So what else can I do,
Than just deal,
As I attract birds,
Settling for a meal,
It sticks together,
Just like a mop,
And shifts about,
Like a flip flop,
Medusa's snakes,
Out to play,
Couldn't even stop,
This bad hair day.

Thanks for reading,

Tuesday, 24 April 2018

NaPoWriMo Day 24

Hello Readers,

Welcome to day 24 of national poetry writing month. Today's poem is ...

(image by Tumisu, Pixabay artist)

What Have We Become? 

Spreading hate,
Instead of laughter,
Allowing violence,
In each disaster,
We call this world,
A deteriorating nation,
As we are hurled,
From one situation,
Each one tougher,
And we let,
Ourselves suffer,
Surviving upset,
We give into vanity,
And welcome insanity,
Gone is trust,
Things said left undone,
What's wrong with us?
What have we become?

Thanks for reading,

Monday, 23 April 2018

NaPoWriMo Day 23

Hello Readers,

Welcome to day 23 of national poetry writing month. Today's poem is inspired by the current state of the world we live in.

(image by annca, Pixabay artist) 


When did it become acceptable,
To live in a land of litter, 
A world full of ignorance, 
Making it bitter, 
To pollute our oceans with plastic waste, 
Turning mother nature into black holes, 
Is this what it means to be the human race? 
Self-destruction condemning our souls, 
We've polluted our own air, 
The thing we need to breathe, 
Its time to take a stand and care, 
We deserve what we receive, 
Now that karma has caught up, 
What will become of us all, 
There's still life in the universal cup, 
To try and reverse our fall, 
So help the world today, 
In anyway you can, 
So that we can stay, 
Every animal, child, woman, and man, 
Because it won't last, 
In its degenerative state, 
Let's save the world fast, 
Before it's too late. 

Thanks for reading, 

Sunday, 22 April 2018

NaPoWriMo Day 22

Hello Readers,

Welcome to national poetry writing month. Today's poem is ...

(image by johnhain, Pixabay artist) 


A thousand dreams, 
And a hundred variations of myself, 
But as they say in Highlander, 
'There can only be one,' 
A list of achievements, 
Unfinished and said,
I wonder if I'll get them done, 
Before I am dead, 
Compelled one way, 
And then another, 
Enchantments all around, 
Too many passions to uncover, 
And the right path to be found, 
Stuck in self-destruction, 
A confused unmovable paperweight, 
With a mind too torn to function, 
But it's never too late, 
No matter how tough the choice, 
Decisions will come undone, 
If you listen to your inner voice, 
All the rest will come. 

Thanks for reading,

Saturday, 21 April 2018

NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 21

Hello Readers,

Welcome to day 21 of national poetry writing month. Today's poem is a second take of my earlier poem Haiku for Spring.

(image by geralt, Pixabay artist)

Haiku for Spring 2

Spring is here at last,
And the sun is smiling down,
Winter has now passed.

Thanks for reading,

Friday, 20 April 2018

NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 20

Hello Readers,

Welcome to day 20 of my NaPoWriMo poetry writing challenge. Lately I've been thinking about life and death, and what it means to be mortal, today's poem is inspired by those thoughts with a touch of lighthearted comedy.

(image by bernswaelz, Pixabay artist) 


Where did those days go?
Mortality slipped away,
Is death friend or foe?
Oh why can I not just stay?
Born to turn to ash,
After a short life that's lived,
Then it's time to dash,
And a soul that has been sieved,
I wish I was rich,
I'd buy immortality,
I'd become a witch,
So that I could live life free,
Never choose to die,
Certain to live forever,
Never say goodbye,
More powerful than weather,
Oh why does it end?
It's a vicious cruel joke,
Can't death be my friend?
I am not ready to croke!

Thanks for reading,

Thursday, 19 April 2018

NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 19

Hello Readers,

Welcome to day 19 of my NaPoWriMo poetry writing challenge. Today's poem is...

(image by Snap_it, Pixabay artist)

A Demon Called Self-conscious 

I wrap myself in a blanket,
So I cannot be seen,
Hiding in places dimly lit,
To vanish is my dream,
I'm ugly and I'm fat,
I have a big nose,
Its bigger than yours,
How about that,
Everyone stares when I'm around,
Because my eyes are too big for my face,
Burrowing myself into the ground,
I'm an utter disgrace,
Last in line for everything,
People should point and say,
'Look at that hideous thing,'
A demon inside my mind,
A conscious twisted King,
Everyone else thinks I'm blind!

Thanks for reading,

Wednesday, 18 April 2018

NaPoWriMo Day 18

Hello Readers,

Welcome to day 18 of my NaPoWriMo poetry writing challenge. Today's poem was inspired by my morning walk in the spring sun.

A Beautiful Idea of death

A breeze sweeps through my hair,
Like a delicately balanced comb,
As I stroll without a care,
My feet finding their home,
I'm playing in the clouds above,
As I dance in the sky,
Overcome with joy and love,
I was born to fly.

Thanks for reading,

Tuesday, 17 April 2018

NaPoWriMo Day 17

Hello Readers,

Welcome to day 17 of national poetry writing month. Today's poem is...

(image by kellepics, Pixabay artist) 


Although I can't see you, 
I still believe, 
You're there, 
Watching over me, 
A shield of protection, 
In all I do, 
Creating perfection, 
And inspiration too, 
You help me to stand, 
And come into my own, 
Reaching a helping hand, 
Shifting into a safe zone, 
You answer my questions, 
And give me signs along the way, 
With numbers and white feathers, 
I know you're here to stay, 
I put my faith in you, 
When my mind falters, 
Because I know you're true, 
As the world around me alters, 
And when things go wrong, 
You're light will always shine, 
Surround me with your song, 
My trusted guardian. 

Thanks for reading, 

Monday, 16 April 2018

NaPoWriMo Day 16

Hello Readers,

Welcome to day 16 of my NaPoWriMo poetry writing challenge. Today I today to write a fun and scary children's poem.
Today's poem is ...

(image by ractapopulous, Pixabay artist) 

The Chocolate Monster 

Beware of the chocolate monster, 
As he sniffs you out, 
He's hell bent on revenge, 
Without a doubt, 
He scatters the bait, 
With chocolates most delicious, 
Leading you to a fate, 
Most unpleasant and vicious, 
And at the last moment, 
He knocks you to the ground, 
Drowning you with chocolate, 
So you can't make a sound, 
He'll take you to his lair, 
That's far far away, 
And lock you in a dungeon, 
Until his stomach wants to play. 

Thanks for reading, 

Sunday, 15 April 2018

NaPoWriMo Day 15

Hello Readers,

Welcome to day 15 of national poetry writing month. I've tried something different for today's poem, in the form of an Haiku.

(image by Efrainstochter, Pixabay artist)

Haiku for Spring 

Spring is here again,
A soft blossoming embrace,
Winter has been slain.

Thanks for reading,

Saturday, 14 April 2018

Napowrimo 2018 Day 14

Hello Readers,

Welcome to day 14 of my NaPoWriMo poetry writing challenge. The theme of today's poem is the spirit of community,  and belonging to humanity.
Today's poem is ...

(image by geralt, Pixabay artist)

You Belong

When life gets you down,
Don't kick, or scream,
Lash out, or frown,
Whenever life picks a fight,
Think happy thoughts,
And hold on tight,
Because life's one bumpy ride,
With joys out there to find,
Don't let it toss you aside,
When hatred crawls beneath your skin,
Always remember,
Happiness comes from within,
So just hold on,
And fight that darkness,
Until its gone,
Never be afraid to ask,
Or talk to a stranger,
We've all worn that mask,
In a world overrun with wrong,
Hold your head high,
And always remember,
You belong.

Thanks for reading,

Friday, 13 April 2018

Napowrimo 2018 Day 13

Hello Readers,

Welcome to day 13 of national poetry writing month. As it's Friday 13th today,  I have written a dark fantasy poem. Today's poem is ...

(image by prettysleepy, Pixabay artist) 

The Night Master 

You follow me like voices in the dark,
Waiting on each and every corner,
A mysterious presence of bizarre,
Melancholy just like a mourner,
You say there's a link between our souls,
In ways that I don't understand,
Forcing minions to watch over me,
Constantly reaching for my hand,
I know you'll never let me be,
My mistake was selling my soul to you,
I've begged you to set me free,
Now I don't know what else to do,
You're in everything I see and touch,
Injecting fear into my heart,
Your darkness is far too much,
You won't let my soul depart,
Long ago my body died,
I thought this was the afterlife,
Out of selfishness you lied,
Now I'm to be your wife,
I never feared death's hold,
Until it became my disaster,
The day you stole my soul,
Wicked Night Master.

Thanks for reading, 

Thursday, 12 April 2018

Napowrimo 2018 Day 12

Hello Readers,

Welcome to day 12 of my NaPoWriMo poetry writing challenge. Today's poem is inspired by all of those feelings of self-hate, that most of us have battled in our lives. Today's poem is called ...

(image by digressingme, Pixabay artist) 


Many years passed by,
When I couldn't look at you,
That disappointing face,
Reflecting through the glass,
Your endless imperfections,
Doubled every day,
As you wiped rivers,
Of tears away,
I hated you,
From way back when,
Your eyes shone a sadness,
Again and again,
You destroyed my happy place,
With that haunting,
Look upon your face,
But it was all just an illusion,
When the years stripped away,
Now I find I love you,
Each and every day.

Thanks for reading,

Wednesday, 11 April 2018

Napowrimo 2018 Day 11

Dear Readers,

Welcome to day 11 of national poetry writing month. Today's poem might have you scratching your head, because today's poem is...

(image by RobinHiggins, Pixabay artist) 

Evoking Confusion 

The fly flew in my eye, 
But the fly didn't die, 
As my eye became the fly, 
And the fly became my eye, 
But the eye didn't die, 
As my eye engulfed the fly. 

Thanks for reading, and if my poem evoked confusion in you then it was successful :-) 

Tuesday, 10 April 2018

Napowrimo 2018 Day 10

Hello Readers,

Welcome to day 10 of National Poetry Writing Month.
Today's poem was inspired by this morning's walk to work, in the pouring rain. Every time I seem to walk on the same side of the road where all of the huge puddles dwell, and it always ends the same way - with me being drenched by a passing vehicle. But, today was different, because today I made a change and decided to cross over and walk on the other side of the road, and I'm happy to report I stayed completely dry! Todays poem is called...

(image by MichaelGaida, Pixabay artist)

Analogy for Positivity 

Two paths ahead,
While the rain pours down,
A choice to make,
Walk on the same side,
Or on the other,
Pick the same fate,
Or choose another,
The other path is in clear view,
But what will I do?
Will I drown?
By the hand of cars,
And their wrath,
Or will I walk?
The other way today,
I make my choice,
And sigh,
A test of two attitudes,
To try,
My choice was right,
As I watch,
A pedestrian get drenched,
From head to foot.

Thanks for reading,

Monday, 9 April 2018

Napowrimo 2018 Day 9

Hello Readers,

Welcome to day 9 of my NaPoWriMo poetry writing challenge. Today's poem is about that niggling monster within our mind...

(image by Kellepics, Pixabay artist)

A Monster Called Negativity 

You lurk in dark corners,
Of my constant broken mind,
Feeding just like a curse,
Myself I struggle to find,

You make me black and blue,
I'm searching for salvation,
It's just a game to you,
A state of degradation,

I fight as you snuff out,
All my happiness within,
You are always about,
Sinister creature within,

You say I'll never win,
No matter how hard I try,
But I'll never give in,
Until the day that I die.

Thanks for reading,

Sunday, 8 April 2018

Napowrimo 2018 Day 8

Hello Readers,

Welcome to day 8 of my NaPoWriMo poetry writing challenge. Today's poem is inspired by the last three weeks of work I've completed for a university assignment. I'm sure every one of you can relate to this at one time or another.  It's called ...

(image by Composita, Pixabay artist)


Those little bugs,
Crawl under my skin,
As a feeling of,
Frustration sets in,
I take deep breaths,
One, two, three,
The stress sinks further,
Inside of me,
They wriggle around,
Inside my head,
And I can't relax,
Not even in bed,
I try to break,
Each problem down,
As the wrinkles grow,
From every frown,
I struggle to find a way,
Out of this hole,
As it tears away,
At my soul,
I inhale again,
Hoping it will work,
Driving myself,
Completely besurk,
I clear my mind,
And take a break,
Before I make,
A huge mistake,
Then it appears,
Loud and clear,
Answering the problem,
It's finally here,
I'm overcome,
With a sigh of relief,
That puts an end,
To my grief,
Frustration really,
Is the worst,
When it appears,
You'll feel cursed,
But when it's gone,
Hold your head up high,
And wave that frustration,

Thanks for reading,

Saturday, 7 April 2018

Napowrimo 2018 Day 7

Hello Readers,

Welcome to day 7 of my NaPoWriMo poetry writing challenge. Today's poem is about friendship. There are friends, good friends, and then there are ...

(image by Anemone123, Pixabay artist)

Forever Friends

Forever friends,
Never judge,
They give advice,
Without a grudge,
Forever friends,
Are always there,
To no end,
Spreading care,
Forever friends,
Lend a hand,
And they always,
Forever friends,
Cry with you when you're sad,
And they calm you,
When you're mad,
Forever friends,
Aren't afraid to apologise,
And they'll protect you,
From other's lies,
Forever friends,
Inspire and motivate,
And it doesn't matter,
If they're late,
Forever friends,
Tell you when you're wrong,
And they'll help,
You sing a song,
Forever friends,
Share their goals,
They tell you secrets,
From inside their souls,
Forever friends,
Forgive bad traits,
And they'll help prepare you,
For important dates,
Forever friends,
Celebrate your weird spirit,
They see your heart empty,
And they fill it,
Forever friends,
Will join you in silence,
And hold your hand,
When you're off balance,
With forever friends,
No matter how much time goes past,
It's always a friendship,
That's sure to last,
Forever friends,
Help relieve your stress,
They carry half the burden,
And look past your mess,
Forever friends,
Could never be fake,
They'll show you forgiveness,
When you make a mistake,
Forever friends,
Help you rid your fear,
But above all,
They'll lend an ear,
Forever friends,
Help you mend a broken heart,
And they miss you,
Whenever you're apart,
Forever friends,
Compliment your happiness,
They don't need pretence,
And that's why forever friends,
Are the very best.

Thanks for reading,

Friday, 6 April 2018

Napowrimo 2018 Day 6

Hello Readers,

Welcome to day 6 of my NaPoWriMo poetry writing challenge. As I myself and many people I know suffer with anxiety, I decided to base today's poem on anxiety.

(image by Kellepics, Pixabay artist)


I wake like still water,
Then the next minute,
It's turned to tar,
And I'm stuck in it,
I struggle to breathe,
As it laces around my throat,
I try my best to leave,
But I can't even float,
It creeps under my skin,
Like a surgical knife,
And I know I can't win,
This tormenting strife,
I tremble with vibrations,
When I'm finally out,
With long paused hesitations,
As I struggle to get about,
A million thoughts and pictures,
Running through my mind,
Like permanent fixtures,
Buried far down inside,
All of a sudden its gone,
Clouds lifting from my eyes,
But I know it won't be long,
Until returns,
The creature I despise.

Thanks for reading,

Thursday, 5 April 2018

Napowrimo 2018 Day 5

Hello Readers,

Today is not only day 5 of my NaPoWriMo poetry writing challenge, but it's also the last year of my twenties. As I look back on my life so far, and on the wonders of the future that awaits, today's poem is based on the theme of memories, and remembering those who are no longer here to celebrate with us. I hope you enjoy reading this poem, as it was an emotional one to write.

(image by ArtsyBee, Pixabay artist) 


Even though you can't be seen, 
You'll always remain with me, 
I think of days that have been, 
Mulled over a cup of tea, 
I thought of you today, 
And like magic you appeared, 
In winged form you flew away, 
A crimson breast disappeared, 
I miss your musical energy, 
And the way you cooked, 
Letting your box guitar free, 
You were never overlooked, 
For everyone you were there, 
Lending out an ear, 
Forever showing love and care, 
And you loved your beer, 
Many memories we have of you, 
As you live within our love, 
I know you're there when we feel blue, 
Looking down from up above,
Memories are precious things, 
We hold within our heart, 
Great love and joy each brings, 
When we find ourselves apart, 
And I'll always remember, 
Those days far gone, 
You may have drifted into embers, 
But, through memories you'll live on. 

Thanks for reading, and sharing this special moment with me on my birthday :-) 


Wednesday, 4 April 2018

Napowrimo 2018 Day 4

Hello Readers,

Welcome to day 4 and poem 4 of my NaPoWriMo poetry writing challenge.

(image by Kellepics, Pixabay artist)


What is life?
But a spectrum of illusions,
Altered images twisting to fantasy,
Genuine and fake fusions,
Fabrications of reality,
Money being a product of thought,
Time didn't exist before it was measured,
Religion a tradition that's taught,
Inventions of illusions assured,
Thoughts passed through generations,
Ruling our human nature,
Throughout the world and its nations,
Trapped inside a recurring blur,
A system without equality,
Where the poor continue to suffer,
A struggle for liberty,
Trying to be tougher,
Embracing the warrior within,
Attempting to rid confusion,
For life to truly begin,
But, what is life but an illusion?

Thanks for reading,

Tuesday, 3 April 2018

Napowrimo 2018 Day 3

Hello Readers,

I hope you enjoy reading my third poem of the month, for day 3 of National Poetry Writing Month.

(image by Graehawk, Pixabay artist)

The Mundane Noose

Oh how the mundane,
Slips under your skin,
Infiltration of the brain,
Where you can never win,
Digging in those nails,
To get you to give up,
A celebration of the fails,
Drink from depressions cup,
It wraps it's heavy noose,
Tight around your neck,
As you struggle to get loose,
Thinking what the heck,
All the joys in your fairwell,
As you leave that life behind,
Up to heaven down from hell,
With discoveries to find,
And nothing left to miss,
If you feel trapped today,
Just remember this,
There's always another way.

Thanks for reading,

Monday, 2 April 2018

Napowrimo 2018 Day 2

Hello Readers,

Welcome to my NaPoWriMo challenge. I hope you enjoy my poem for day 2.

(image by Kellepics, Pixabay artist)


If you could turn the hourglass,
And choose to live again,
The chance at a free pass,
With everything to gain,
Turn back the grains of sand,
And step into the trail of time,
Watch the youth return to hand,
A second chance sublime,
Where every thought and secret,
Is trapped in a deep slumber,
The place where dreams meet,
From every fiery ember,
If you had that time again,
What would you choose to see?
Jump head first or refrain,
Who would you be?

And would you...

Live free from responsibility,
Without a crippled mind,
No regrets or negativity,
Unafraid to step in blind,
Trust others and love yourself,
Try harder to be brave,
Concentrate on your health,
Refuse to be someone's slave,
Would you live this time better?
Tell people how much they mean,
Wear what you want whenever,
Never hiding always seen,
Now there's only one question left,
A little thinking to do,
And its matter of life and death,
What's stopping you?

Thanks for reading,

Sunday, 1 April 2018

Napowrimo 2018 Day 1

Hello Readers,

It's that time of year again, national poetry writing month has arrived! I hope you enjoy reading my poem for day one.

(image by Fotoworkshop4You, Pixabay artist)

One Way Ticket 

The world does fly,
In a blur of colour,
Beneath the sky,
The train glides by,
What will I see?
On this one way journey,
I'm filled with glee,
Relaxed and free,
What does await?
Upon the other side,
To seal my fate,
I cannot wait,
Where will I go?
Are there people I know?
Will the lights glow?
Or be hollow?
Who truly knows,
Where this train will depart,
Or if it glows,
Only he knows,
But I can hope,
I'll climb up heaven's hill,
Hiking the slope,
I will not mope,
In silent detest,
Because now I am free,
Of life's learned tests,
As I depart,
To a travellers rest.

Thanks for reading,

Sunday, 4 March 2018

Writing East Midlands Writers' Conference 2018

Hello Readers,

I hope you are all well and that you've managed to battle this terrible weather we've been getting over the past week. I was worried that I wouldn't make the WEM Writers' Conference at Nottingham Trent University because of the snow, but luckily my route wasn't affected on the day.

Where to begin? Well as some of you will know from my previous post, this was the first writers conference I have ever attended, and I must say I was certainly not disappointed in the slightest. I would definitely recommend the WEM Writers' Conference, whether you're just interested in writing, write as a hobby, like to network, or would like to further your career in writing, as the entire day was filled with inspiring and informative talks/workshops throughout.

Upon our arrival, myself and fellow writer Ashley Redican were welcomed with a bag of goodies (picture below, without the bottle of water and biscuits of  which we consumed on the day), a lanyard with our names and the schedule printed inside (as these are recycled for future events we did not get to keep them), as well as tea and coffee, all of which were included within the ticket price.

The event began with a welcome talk, followed by an interesting speech from author Richard House, who is also a lecturer, artist, and film maker. Richard talked about his book The Kills, and how he used short films to get his idea across to the publisher. He then went on to discuss his new books to be released - Monkey Williams and Murmur. You can find more information about Richard House here:

The first talk I chose spoke about the publishing process, with a panel consisting of Martin Reed - of The Society of Authors, Crystal Mahey-Morgan - founder of OWN IT! (who also allows unsolicited manuscripts), and children's author Jonathan Emmett - Scribble Street. This discussion was extremely informative as the panel spoke about virtual talks/school visits on Skype, the positives of independent publishers, the importance of an online presence, diversifying book launches to include more than just a book reading, having a proactive approach, planning promotions and marketing, and the importance of royalties. As well as all of this, I found out about things I had never previously heard of, such as: having to re-type set your book when changing publishers because of copyright, special sales where books are sold at wholesale price resulting in an extremely small royalty, and the Public Lending Right where authors earn every time their book is borrowed from libraries. You can find out more information about PLR here:

The second talk I chose was an inspiring lecture about novellas. Being a fan of novellas because they are a nice easy read between bigger books, and loving novellas such as the Darkly Fae series by Tera Lynn Childs, and A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens, I was instantly drawn to this talk by author Nicola Monaghan, and I was not disappointed. Nicola told the audience a bit about herself and her books, mentioning the estimated length of a novella ranging between 7,500 and 40,000 words, with the traditional length being between 20-30,000 words. Nicola then went on to discuss how e-books have been beneficial for the novella, before providing examples of successful novellas. The audience then learned how novella's can be a great way for authors beginning their writing journey, as they have lots of advantages including: the connection of stories, working as prequels, and practical benefits such as lower editing costs. Nicola then mentioned Kindle Singles, and how you can submit your work for publication, or have the Kindle Singles name added to a novella that you have already published, and be marketed by Kindle. This little piece of information was a highlight for me, as even though I publish through Kindle myself, I had never come across Kindle Singles before. We were then given a writing exercise to complete (which was a lot of fun), consisting of the following list of questions:

Character's name

Character's age

Hair colour

Eye colour

Short description of character


Why it's set here?

How did the character end up here?

What does the character want?

What's stopping the character from getting what they want?

Then we were all given 5-10 minutes to write the opening of the story, or a key scene from our story. We were then given the option to read out parts of our stories, before Nicola brought the talk to a close by mentioning the importance of character questionnaires for her books, discussing the importance of overlooked points when creating a character, such as: parentage, background, and what makes the character unique. Overall this talk was probably my favorite, as it was super informative, inspirational, it got me thinking about how to utilize novellas in my own writing, and it gave me the chance to create something new. You can find more information about Nicola Monaghan here:

The third talk I chose was a panel discussion on writing for children and young adults. The panel consisted of Sian Tower - of Writing East Midlands, children's authors Jonathan Emmett and Jackie Marchant, and young adult author Kim Slater. At the beginning of the talk, the audience was given the fun task of turning to the person sitting next to them and telling them which book set us off reading as a child. There were a few, but I would say the main one for me was It Came from Beneath the Sink by R.L.Stine. The panelists' chosen books were: Mandy by Julie Andrews (I had no idea she even wrote books!), Where The Wild Things Are by Maurice Sendak, Peter Rabbit by Beatrix Potter, and Stig of the Dump by Clive King. There was definitely a lot to be learned from the panel, with advice being given on young adult readers reading up in age, children's book sales being up by 16%, making children's characters memorable rather than cute, making sure rhyming stories work by writing the rhyme first, then converting it into a story to find any flaws, pitching your book like it's the best you've ever read within three sentences, concentrating on the writing - especially the first few paragraphs and pages, and the value of ask the agent on twitter. Kim also mentioned Bookouture - Kim's digital publisher, who are well worth looking up. Overall this discussion was a source of valuable information and I really enjoyed it.

The forth talk I chose had been altered slightly, with the first half discussing agents, and the second half consisting of a Q & A session. The panel consisted of literary agent Kate Barker, Alex Davis of Writing East Midlands, independent publisher Anne Holloway, crime author Stephen Booth, and young adult author Kim Slater. Most of the information in this discussion I was already aware of, however, there were some useful tips given. The main advice I noted was the importance of knowing the genre your book fits into, looking on websites such as to find out which agents are currently looking for clients, discovering agents by reading the acknowledgments section in books, and the fact that a big advance from a publisher means a big marketing budget for your book.

The conference then came to a close with a brilliant poem by Nottingham's Young Poet Laureate Georgina Wilding, a fantastic talk about giving yourself permission to write by international writer Malika Booker, and a closing talk from Writing East Midlands.

I hope you have enjoyed this blog post, and hopefully have learned something new and valuable from it. Feel free to leave me a comment or share this post :-)

Just before I go, I'd like to mention that all of my books are currently free to download on Smashwords, as part of Read An Ebook Week. You can get your free copies here:

Arabella (historical romance)

Thirteen: The Horror Collection (13 short horror stories)

Silver City (sci-fi, robots, virus)

Poems for all Occasions (collection of poetry)

Mina Harker: The Curse of the Vampire (horror novella)

Thanks for reading,

Saturday, 30 December 2017

Happy New Year, Poetry, Art, Reflections and Resolutions

Hello and a Happy New Year,

December is a time for reflecting on the year that's passed, and making resolutions for the year ahead, so I'm excited to share my new years tradition with you.

But, first here's my latest poem inspired by a snowy morning walk yesterday.

Snow Day

A blanket of white devours the ground,
As people are tucked in their beds safe and sound,
Birds lose their feet in inches of the pale surround,
As little insects are buried underground,
A time for hybernation, creativity, and snowball fighting,
As the pale blanket brings extra lighting,
In the darkness of winter it clings to the trees,
Getting all over, set to freeze,
A beautiful cast of magic and play,
But for too long it cannot stay,
So open those childlike eyes and dream away,
Because today is a snow day.

Every year, on most days I make notes of the good things I have experienced throughout the year, storing them all away in a jar until the end of the year. Then, on new years eve I read all of the notes I have made, rembering all of the good times and things that have happened to me throughout the year. Some of the notes are about moments experienced, such as a trip to the theatre, cinema, or an event. Others are about good dreams, books read, test results, and happy days spent with family and friends. No matter how big or small each good thing is, they all go into the jar. Then, when I've relived all of those precious moments, I seal them in an envelope dated with that year, to look back on in years to come. Here's an example (with my troll guard):

A good things jar helps me to remember all of the good, even when life decides to throw a curveball. What would your good things jar say this year? I'd love to hear some of yours in the comments section below :-)

This year, I've also been reflecting on the steps I need to take in order to reach my goals (which mainly consist of writing more, practising yoga, and creating more), as I have no doubt that 2018 will be a very busy year. I look forward to starting my second year of university with the OU, on my new chosen pathway of Art, Design, and Innovation (rather than art and creative writing), as I figured one doesn't really need a degree in order to be able to write, so instead I will be persuing a degree in my other love - art. I also have plans to start a new blog for my art and designs, keeping it seperate from this one of course, but I will post a link on here when it's all set up, for those of you that enjoy art too. Until then, here's a sneak peak of what I've been painting:

But, although I'll be persuing my love for art more in the coming year, I will continue to write too. I have a lot of ideas rolling around my head at the moment, more of which you will find out about in the coming year. I'm also very excited that I'll be attending my first ever writer's conference in March 2018 (no not as a speaker, I wish!), I will post a review about this event shortly afterwards. Click the following link to find out more information about the writer's conference or to purchase tickets for the event:

And, last but not least, all of my five published books are currently FREE until new years day, please follow this link to get your free ebooks here:

That's all for now until next year, best wishes to each and every one of you, I hope 2018 will make all of your dreams come true.

Thanks for reading,
Louise Lake.

Thursday, 28 September 2017

National Poetry Day 2017

Hello Readers,

First of all I'd like to say Happy National Poetry Day!

Secondly, please forgive my silence over the past few months, I decided to take a break from writing during my studies and other commitments. But, I'm glad to tell you that I'm now getting back into the swing of things, starting with some new poetry and a rewrite of Lady Raven.

Here are two of my new poems for National Poetry Day, enjoy :-)

The Final Ride

They que for the bus as if they've lost the will to live,
Five minutes that go on, and on, and on, and on, and on,
Faces like broken clocks,
Where smiles used to tell the time,
Furrowed brows made more so by their sunken eyes,
Patiently aching for their time to come,
To these unfortunate souls waiting for the last bus,
Is like waiting for eternity,
Only seconds to go,
Time is dear,
As the last bus pulls near,
Echoes ripple,
As they all cough in sync,
Waking their bodies from an undead rest,
Ready to receive the judge's rule,
After they've queued in line to wait,
The last bus arrives to seal their fate.

The Wiggly Man

There was a man so wiggly,
With bones rather squiggly,
His head was like a gummy bear,
Like wobbly jelly with no hair,
His belly bounced back and forth,
Directing itself unpleasantly north,
His fingers were really squishy,
Compared to the docks he was more fishy,
He wasn't a very popular fellow,
With teeth coloured rusty yellow,
But he would always smile,
Just like a crocodile,
A big grin full of teeth,
With laughter to bequeath,
He loved to spread joy,
Drinking bottles of soy,
Strangers would often point and stare,
But he didn't care,
Because no matter what anyone thought,
Self love he'd been taught,
And love is all you need,
To rid hatred and greed,
His heart was a giant flower,
Blossoming with loves power,
Although they thought him insane,
He knew love would reign,
And until his last day,
He would always say...
'I am love , you are love, love is all there is and ever will be. Love can, and love will, always set you free.'
So rejoice in love today,
Don't hate or discriminate,
Let all the bad wash away,
And allow love to be your fate.

Thanks for reading,
Louise Lake.

Sunday, 30 April 2017

NaPoWriMo Final Day 30

Hello Readers,

Welcome to the final day of my 30 day NaPoWriMo writing challenge. I would like to give thanks to everyone who has read my blog throughout the past 30 days, and I hope you've all enjoyed the poems I wrote. I will definitely be participating in NaPoWriMo again next year, so if you've enjoyed this years poetry then please come back again next year to read more. And, of course there's always my regular blog posts with news, reviews, more poetry, and book excerpts. I have created a link below for each of the previous 29 poems, if you'd like to read any of them again, and by all means leave me a message with your favourite poem :-) thank you for your continued support.

My final poem is called The Greatest Story Ever Told.

Stories are everywhere we look,
Not just printed inside a book,
They're locked away in history,
With ancient clues to set them free,
They're trapped in each building on the street,
And, inside every person that we meet,
They make the world more interesting,
With the tales they tell and change they bring,
They inspire us to reunite,
Helping us have clear sight,
They live within our mind,
And every archeological find,
Some are taken to their grave,
Others written page by page,
We each have a story of our own,
Threaded into our soul it's sewn,
Existing in every word and rhyme,
Shimmering like jewels bright and bold,
Living on transcending time,
And yours is the greatest ever told.

Day 1 Just Believe

Day 2 A Shot of Optimism

Day 3 The Snail Who Wore a Skirt

Day 4 There Goes Time

Day 5 Another Year

Day 6 The Blackbird

Day 7 The Wordsmith

Day 8 Knaresborough

Day 9 A Nameless Grave

Day 10 A Fear of Death

Day 11 Magic

Day 12 Blenheim Baby

Day 13 Inside a Book

Day 14 My Religion

Day 15 Friendship

Day 16 The Easter Bunny and the Chick

Day 17 Cleopatra

Day 18 See Me (animal rights poem)

Day 19 Love Thy Neighbour (human rights poem)

Day 20 Fate

Day 21 Sid the Spider

Day 22 Living For The Night

Day 23 Cleansing Ritual

Day 24 The Magic of Nature

Day 25 The Game

Day 26 We Are Love

Day 27 Your Philosophy

Day 28 The Origin of Corruption

Day 29 Determination = Success

Thanks for reading,
Louise Lake. 

Saturday, 29 April 2017

NaPoWriMo Day 29

Hello Readers,

Welcome to day 29 of my NaPoWriMo writing challenge.

Today's poem is called Determination = Success.

We all have two choices in life,
Try and fail,
Or fail to try,
If you try and succeed,
You'll feel like you've touched the sky,
Your soul will know,
If you fail to try,
Whether it's the truth or a lie,
Those who fail come back stronger,
Fueled with determination and hunger,
But those who fail to try at all,
Holding onto a fear of failure,
Afriad of the fall,
The ones who pretend not to care,
Who never think they can get there,
Give it a go and see how far you get,
Or you might look back with regret,
There is nothing to fear,
But fear in itself,
So clear it out of yourself,
Grab those dreams and don't let go,
And, see how far you can go,
Without fear as an obstacle,
Constantly nagging at you,
Because determination is all you need,
In anything you can succeed.

Thanks for reading,
Louise Lake.

Friday, 28 April 2017

NaPoWriMo Day 28

Hello Readers,

Welcome to day 28 of my NaPoWriMo writing challenge.

Today's poem is called The Origin of Corruption. 

Some say that money corrupts the soul,
But is that really true?
What if it's not the money,
And the corruption is in you?
What if a million or more was bestowed?
Would you use it all for good?
Or would it just go to waste?
Would it slowly poison your blood?
Being spent in selfish haste,
Does it all depend on the virtues?
For what the person would choose,
And if it really did corrupt their soul,
Could there be a win without the lose,
If you had a single choice,
Of being poor and happy,
Or rich and corrupt,
Which would you choose?
But, what if that money was used for good?
Would you still be a target of corruption?
Is it human nature at the core?
Or does it require something more?
Can the positive really exist,
Without the negative,
When both yin and yang are active,
As far as good and bad are concerned,
Can't money corrupt even when earned?
Does a big win really damn the soul,
Or is it part of human nature as a whole?
Money doesn't corrupt,
Unless corruption is embraced,
The true corruption,
Lies within the human race.

Thanks for reading,
Louise Lake.

Thursday, 27 April 2017

NaPoWriMo Day 27

Hello Readers,

Welcome to day 27 of my NaPoWriMo writing challenge.

Today's poem is called Your Philosophy.

If courage was up for debate,
What virtues would you relate?
Which premises would you state?
To lead to a conclusive fate,
Does courage require knowledge?
How would to you reach that stage?
Or, can a foolish action be brave?
With no time for thought and a life to save,
Should we think before we act?
If not, does being foolish become a fact?
Or, does courage require something more?
Knowledge is good we know for sure,
But, for courage is it required?
Or, can foolish acts be admired?
Valid arguments hold the key,
To finding your philosophy.

Thanks for reading,
Louise Lake.

NaPoWriMo poem 26

Hello Readers,

Welcome to my belated 26th poem of my NaPoWriMo writing challenge.

Poem 26 is called We Are Love. 

As a child I would play,
Pretending I would never grow up,
Idle to the world each day,
Continually sipping the aging cup,
Before I knew it I was a teen,
Figuring out my life's direction,
Then all of a sudden I was sixteen,
Soon to be independent without protection,
I fooled around, then fell in love,
And, I was no longer alone,
Giving myself the final shove,
With a home of my own,
We both worked to pay the rent,
Aimlessly living from day to day,
Then we married and I got pregnant,
Giving another piece of my heart away,
Now, with a child of my own,
It felt strange to be a mother,
Realising I had fully grown,
Then I gave birth to another,
Soon my children were at high school,
Growing up way too fast,
Hanging with their friends, acting cool,
As I reminisced in times past,
It wasn't long and they were wed,
And, suddenly I was old,
Forgetting what I had said,
And, memories were like gold,
Now I stare death in the face,
As my spirit gently drifts,
Moving on from this place,
And its wonderful gifts,
Precious moments stored inside me,
There's one thing I'll take above,
As my spirit soars free,
A vessel of light and love.

Thanks for reading,
Louise Lake.

Tuesday, 25 April 2017

NaPoWriMo Day 25

Hello Readers,

Welcome to day 25 of my NaPoWriMo writing challenge.

Todays poem is called The Game. 

Life is just a milestone,
In a game of death,
A moving chess piece,
Until each final breath,
In an inevitable game,
Where everyone's the same,
Contending until you're done,
A game that cannot be won,
Living life is the only way,
To escape death's grasp,
Even if only for a day,
Until it's your last.

Thanks for reading,
Louise Lake.