I am an unpublished poet/writer. Hopefully one day I will change my past time hobby, to a successful career in published writing. I started writing poems for members of my family when I was only six years old. The other day my mum found poems that I had written to my gran and granda from when I was young. It was nice to know they had kept them all those years before they passed away. They always believed I would grow up to be an author, and being Scottish and born on the same day as the famous scottish poet, Robert Burns - I knew I had a great starting point!
By the time I was eight years old, I began to write short stories. My favourite genre was ghosts and all scary stuff! Today, much has not changed and I continue to write full length novels in paranormal thrillers. I am currently finishing a novel on a crime paranormal thriller, and hope to find an agent or publisher to fulfill my dreams.
I watch him as he sleeps
Pure innocence wrapped in sheets
A tiny hand curls around teddy
His breathing low and steady.
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I dedicate this to the one I most admired
His poetry and life were to be desired
His short life he predicted
Some say it was self-inflicted.
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Today’s recession gets under my skin,
But our greedy politicians are a sure clear win,
Pure greed and selfishness through and through,
But to top it all of, we’re now plagued with swine flu!
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The sun burns his skin as he walks alone
Crosses the road to his empty home
The years of age scarred on his face
The family he had... left in disgrace.
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Across the rollin’ greens afar,
The soldiers' fought fae land an’ Queen,
No tellin’ where the blood shots are,
But wee James is naewhere tae be seen.
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