These are some of the pieces I've written, they're sort of a combination of stories, random passages, poems and songs. If you want to comment, just add a general profile comment. xxx



Earth’s Moon



I am the Earth’s moon,

Held high in the air,

I’m there all the time,

But I’m never quite here.

Unlike Jupiter’s Callisto,

I am on my own,

Only me to be seen,

Not like others, I am alone.



I am the Earth’s moon,

I make no sound,

I try to speak out,

But my voice always drowns.

I cry out in the night,

When everyone sleeps,

In the day I’m not noticed,

I’m just background scenes.



I am the Earth’s moon,

I was once adored,

People looked up to me,

People once would applaud.

But then I was lost,

To the sight of all around,

That was when I felt alone,

When I wasn’t heard, not a sound.



I am the Earth’s moon,

I sit high in the sky,

I will once more be noticed,

I will once more be fine.

I look out over all,

And I care how they are,

They will again be proud,

And they will find me from so far.



I am the Earth’s moon,

Lost once to the eyes,

But not again, no longer now,

Will I be lost from sight in the skies.



Mr Right?



Have you ever wanted to find that one special person to share your life, your world with? Someone who you could share your fears and insecurities with as well as your hopes and celebrations? That’s all I ever wanted, but I always had this fear that it was the one thing I would never find.

Every day I sat through my classes and enjoyed being with my friends, but it was always there in the back of my mind. It wasn’t like I didn’t date either; I’d dated some really nice guys and some really nasty ones. I had plenty of admirers as well, but none I felt anything with. The closest I’d come was the Zing! I felt when Jonny touched me. We’d had a bit of a thing outside of school, though neither of us would admit it, and even almost two years later, we would pass in the corridor, and just him brushing past me sent electricity running through my nerves. Nothing had ever happened between us much though. All I knew was that there was a mutual attraction, that my breathing hitched and I felt on fire when he touched me, but I was always afraid it was only physical.

I pushed him away, but was I wrong? Did I push away my one and only, my Mr. right?



My best friend’s valentine



Have you ever had a crush on one of your best friends? Who might like you in the same way but might not? Well, that is what happened to me. I fell in love with my best friend though. It wasn’t just a crush.

To start with, it was simply that he was the person I could tell anything to. He was the person I could turn to; who would care when I was hurt. And generally, just him giving me a hug made the world seem better, like I could face anything.

It wasn’t until a week before Valentine’s day that I realised just how much more he meant to me than I had ever believed before.

When I got into school that Monday I didn’t see him, which didn’t really surprise me, but then I didn’t see him at lunch either, but the other guys told me he was just at training. I had forgotten again. After school though, I did start getting worried. I saw him, but when we met it wasn’t the same as usual. He didn’t give me one of his amazing hugs. Then he told me something that literally stopped my heart.

He had a girlfriend. At that moment, I felt like I was all alone, that I had lost him, but I plastered a grin on my face and asked all the questions I would have done with any of my other mates, though I didn’t want to know any of it. He seemed so happy, so light, that all I wanted was to be able to bring him that joy, not this other girl. I had never met her yet I hated her. I was jealous of her, because of what she had done to his heart. Because she was taking his heart from me, but I couldn’t let him see how much it affected me. All afternoon he asked me over and over if I was alright, and I always assured him I was fine, or just a bit tired. He accepted it. That night, all I could think about was him and his girlfriend, or more accurately, how much I hated his girlfriend, wishing I was his girlfriend instead, and how much I actually loved him. That night I dreamed of him holding me in his arms and telling me he loved me.

The next couple of days were spent trying to keep my thoughts hidden from him so he would stay happy. Generally I think it worked, until he introduced me to his girlfriend Wednesday evening.

The sight of the two of them together, holding hands, looking at each other with so much tenderness, was too much. After just twenty minutes I text a friend, asking them to call me pretending to be my mum so I had an excuse to get away. Before I reached the street corner I was in fits of tears.

On Thursday, I pretty much avoided the one person I would normally have talked to about a problem like this. By Friday, it was clear that he knew something was wrong, and I couldn’t hide it very well either. I told him I needed to be alone for a couple of days, and he looked at me searchingly, but accepted my request without much argument. With no school or homework to do on Saturday, I concentrated on my reading and music, picking out all the most difficult pieces to keep myself busy. I didn’t want to think, so when my mum said we were all going out for the day on Sunday, I was almost relieved. Sundays had always been my day to spend solely with my best friend, and since that wasn’t going to be happening, the next best thing seemed a family outing. It wasn’t until I realised where we were going, that I saw just how horribly wrong I had been. My mum had chosen to take us to the woods. The same woods I had played hide-and-seek in with my best friend. The same ones where we had gotten lost and scared ourselves silly.

While my brothers ran off to play football, and my mum set up the picnic, campfire and blankets, I was left alone with my thoughts and memories. Everything I had been avoiding all week. It was the day before Valentine’s day, and the boy I loved was going out with someone else, was out with her right then. I pulled myself out of my reverie before I could start crying, and I checked my phone to see if there was anyone I could talk to while my family was busy, but of course, I had no signal in the woods. I trudged around to find my mum and then sat down to talk to her about anything but what I needed to talk about, occasionally helping her out.

When we finally packed up and headed home that evening, I switched off my phone, found out my iPod and cranked up the volume to full on any heavy metal or scream-o song I could find. I fell asleep and didn’t dream of him once.

I woke the next morning however with a bad headache and earache from the music. When I made it downstairs, I realised it was Valentine’s day and almost played up being ill so that I could skip school, avoid seeing him. But I did the honest thing and went to school anyway. That morning in class, everyone was anxious to see who got roses, cards and chocolates, but all I could feel was worry that I might see him. At lunch he had training again, so I was safe then. That afternoon “Cupid’s Cherubs” visited my class, bearing gifts of roses, cards and chocolates. When my name was read out, and a Cherub came to my desk with a dozen roses and a box of chocolates, I told him there must be a mistake, but he assured me it certainly wasn’t, so I accepted them, then sat pondering who could have sent them, as the card simply said, “To the one I love, though I have never told you. xxx.” I dared not wish it was from the one who I could say this to in return, but I could think of no-one who would say this to me; least of all him. That afternoon, I became the talk of the year group, with everyone wanting to know who had sent my gifts, but no-one could come up with anything.

After school I went to the one person who probably would know who had sent the gifts, because, although it was hard to see him, it made me feel slightly better that I had received the box of chocolates and a dozen red roses. When I found him after school, he seemed almost nervous, shy. I asked if he was alright, but he assured me he was fine, instead asking me how my day had been. I didn’t believe he hadn’t heard about my gifts, but he seemed more surprised at my not having heard his news going round the school that morning. He had broken up with his girlfriend on Saturday, because she thought he didn’t love her. At his words, all I could do was hug him, tightly holding him, never wanting to let go, so when he pulled me closer, enveloping me in his arms and gently pressing his lips to my hair, I looked up at him in surprise and wonder. He smiled, whispered in my ear, “I love you,” and gently leaned down to kiss me, just softly, tenderly, just how I’d dreamed.





Blah Blah Blah. That’s all I could hear. Everyone was talking at me and I couldn’t make myself listen. People say that life is like a train, where you can’t get off. I got off and now I can’t find my way back on. Life’s a drain; it will inevitably end in us all dying, going down the plug hole; but also it is emotionally and physically draining. There’s always something going on that we don’t want to have to deal with, whether it’s issues with family, issues with friends, issues about yourself, or even worse, issues of the heart. We all have issues in one way or another; most of us just choose to ignore them. We take the negative thoughts and niggling feelings, all those little things that our intuition tells us are wrong, and we hide them somewhere that won’t get our attention as much. If we start feeling like you’re not connecting to your lover anymore, it could be that our sub-conscious has noticed something is off about them, or we no longer have the same feelings about them. With friends you can get the feeling that they have said something behind your back, or you could get one ear feeling hotter than the other to tell you someone is saying something about you. When it comes to people, there is almost always something going on that you don’t know about. People are rarely as nice as they seem.



I used to think I could do it all alone

I used to think I could stand up on my own

But I guess that’s what you never realise

(Until you see it for yourself, through your very own eyes)

I guess in this world you can never triumph



I always thought I was independent

I never thought I’d need to be brought back to my senses

But love can make you do stupid things

Love can make you just so damn weak



You said you cared then you went away

Left me bleeding at the end of the day



All the times when we were together

All the times you said you’d be here forever

What happened to those promises?

(With you why is this a common thing?)

What happened to each of your caresses?

Everywhere you touched me, now it just hurts like hell

(Every time you kissed me I fell deep under your spell)

Everywhere you kissed me, now I’m just an empty shell