Wednesday wisdom

1. Have the courage to live a life true to yourself, not the life others expect of you.

2. Never attribute to malice that which can be adequately explained by stupidity.

3. “There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your former self.” Ernest Hemingway

4. Don’t make decisions when you’re angry. Don’t make promises when you’re happy.

5. “Never argue with a stupid person, they’ll drag you down to their level and beat you with experience.” Mark twain

6. Only pack what you can carry yourself.

7. Remember you’ll always regret what you didn’t do rather than what you did.

8. “You’d worry less about what people think about you if you knew how seldom they do.” David Foster Wallace

9. If you blame it on someone else, don’t expect it to get better.

10. “You can be the ripest, juiciest peach in the world, but there will always be someone who hates peaches.” Dita von Teese

11. If the grass is greener on the other side, there’s probably more manure there.

12. Don’t give up what you want most for what you want now.

13. With regards to the opposite sex: If you look hungry, you’ll starve.

14. “Never let your sense of morals prevent you from doing what is right.” Isaac Asimov

15. Strive to be the man you want your daughter to marry.

16. “Remember only enemies speak the truth. Friends and lovers lie endlessly, caught in the web of duty.” Stephen King

17. Never forget your car keys will change your car from one tonne of inert metal into one of the most deadly killing machines that has been invented.

18. Wait 24 hours before getting mad and reacting about anything. If it doesn’t bother you in 24 hours time, it probably isn’t important enough to get mad over.

19. Never make someone a priority who only makes you an option.

20. Try not to take anything personally. No one thinks about you as much as you do.

21. “If you want to know what a man’s like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals.” Sirius Black

22. Figure out what you love to do, and then figure out how to get someone to pay you to do it.

23. If you treat a woman like a queen, and she treats you like a jester, your princess is in another castle.

24. Whenever something happens that makes you sad, ask yourself whether you’d still care about it when you’re ninety.

25. Be persistent. When knowledge and ability aren’t enough, be persistent.

26. “Life is scary. Get used to it. There are no magical fixes. It’s all up to you. So get up off your keister, get out of here, and go start doin’ the work. Nothing in this world that’s worth having comes easy.” Bob Kelso

27. Smart girls like to hear they’re pretty, pretty girls like to hear that they’re smart.

28. Happiness is a choice and everything else is a matter of perspective.

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A Poem Reflecting Grief.

So yesterday’s task was to write a poem reflecting grief and loss. So, here’s mine:

As a toss the lilies on the earth

And say goodbye to you, I think what what life is worth without you. The world seems silent without your laugh, the stars dimmer.

A part of me went with you,

My heart is split in two, I place one half with you.

I wept for what we had and what we would have had. But this I cannot change. 

I haven’t changed our answer phone as to me you’re not gone.

I boil with anger at why the world hasn’t stopped for you. The colours seem too bright now, the world is at peace whilst I cry.

To me, the light has gone and to me that’s how I want it to stay because the darkness doesn’t betray to others how at a loss I am.

Until you light my way, I want move on until you give me a sign. The old me has died too.

Ultimately I’m too scared to be reborn in a world without you.



“Who wants to become a writer? And why? Because it’s the answer to everything. … It’s the streaming reason for living. To note, to pin down, to build up, to create, to be astonished at nothing, to cherish the oddities, to let nothing go down the drain, to make something, to make a great flower out of life, even if it’s a cactus.”

—Enid Bagnold

Poetry: Race of life

Question: Using the techniques of caesura, pathetic fallacy and imagery try to convey a person’s emotions. 

I’m in the race

Of life, sprinting

 

Questions tumble in my head

My stomach filling with stones

Of dread.

 

Too many paths to go down

With not enough light,

 

Which way is wrong and will I be right?

 

The sky is grey and heavy

Like my heart. I’ve

Got along way to go and

don’t know where to start

 

The winds of change are

Telling me to keep going

And then I’ll see

 

that as the sun burns

through the cloud, my

heart will lift and I’ll be proud.

 

I may be soaked in sheets of

Fear but as it dries

I know the end is near.

 

The finish line keeps

Moving but I won’t break my stride.

 

In the race of life

I can but only try.

NHS: Can we save it from distress?

The beeps of 

the stat machine

are the beating heart.
The nurses and doctors

Keep the oxygen flowing

So that when a crisis starts,

We can keep on going.
The smell of antiseptic 

Is the scent of 

sucsess and hope.
Whilst the the warmth

On the wards wraps

You in a warm hug

To keep you going.
Each pill is dished 

With tender care, the

Blue scrubs hide angel 

Wings under there.
The food may be basic

But, for some it’s a decent meal.

The clean sheets and kind words

help to heal.
Yes, it’s under strain 

And suffering a great deal.

However besides paperwork and

Budget cuts, miracles are revealed.
Life, death all happen here

Yet, only the unfortunate is

Revealed.
Be kind to our NHS 

and treat with respect. 

Often it’s a service that people

Forget.
So fight for our NHS please,

Don’t stop! Otherwise we may

As well stop the clock 

On the progress we’ve made

Because it wasn’t saved

Yet, a vital part: societies 

beating heart.

Writing journal entries 2017

these at least three years old

Thursday 10th September

When I write, I get a sense of euphoria. It’s like I don’t have to think about what to say, words just flow from my pen like a river runs through the steam. It’s as if I can truly say what I want without hurting anyones feelings. Instead of just having foot in the mouth I can rewrite. I guess you could all this entry a colloquial stream of consciousness.

Saturday 12th September.

Today, I woke up this morning to find myself in a mess, I only broke wind and it seemed had a

bowel movement in my pyjamas. Half an hour later, 20 wet wipes, a cold flannel, a few swear words from my carer and a clean pair pyjamas I was downstairs swallowing each of my eight tablets which I know will make a reappearance later and watching last nights second half of Corrie. Safe to say I was absolutely zombied. I had a little nap and later on my auntie Lainey popped round with a canvas she painted for me. its wonderful with all it’s pinks and blues, my writing inspiration. I then watched the gory but gripping Ripper Street with the delicious Adam Rothberg and marvelled at the victorian forensic science and even transgender issues! I then sank into a glorious bubble bath with my latest Adele Parks novel. Not long after I was back on the throne.. urgh! I write now in bed snuggled up in my duvet after a chat with my best mate and an impromptu football soiree.

Today has been full of colour; brown, blues and pinks, bloody red and soccer green!

Sunday 13th September.

Sunday,

filled with giggles and

the taste of ice cream

at the beach.

Filled with sorrow

because we don’t

want it to be

Tomorrow!

Why I write

| write to give escapism. When my pen flows it takes me on a journey, wether that be my character’s or a reflection on my self. The pen gives me power because sometimes I can’t speak my fews clearly but with my pen I can rewrite it until it’s perfect.

I write to change the world, and with the pen I have the power to do that. I write to express my feelings wether it be anger, happiness or sadness, it’s become my therapy. Sometimes I think it is best to let ink flow, rather than blood. I love the TS Elliot quote; “The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.”

I write to get minorities heard, I want to hear their stories, Just like Maya Angelou in ‘I know why the caged bird sings’ and Cathy Watson’s and Cathy Glass’s autobiographies about fostering. We NEED to have these stories written down to raise awareness.

If you have a story in you, write it down, don’t procrastinate!

Writing provides a way for us to communicate, through letters or poetry. Without writers how can have someone say the truth because we’re too scared too. Writer’s are like knights, the pens their swords.

I love this writing quote; ‘Reading and writing, like everything else, improve with practice. And, of course, if there are no young readers and writers, there will shortly be no older ones. Literacy will be dead, and democracy – which many believe goes hand in hand with it – will be dead as well. – by Margaret Atwood. I feel like it is my job to write otherwise people won’t read and be inspired and write themselves, the chain of writers will be broken.

I think it is an honour, I think to be a writer because after I die, my work lives on.