I’m so sorry

Guys I don’t know when I’ll be aloud to blog ever again

I tried and failed

If i do get back to the blogging world

Yeah

So thanks to all the lovely people who helped me and followed and liked any thing on my blog

You guys mean the world

Bye

Everyday Racism – collab with Miki and HappyAlexx

Hey, no I did not write this post about racism.

An amazing blogger,  HappyAlexx, and another amazing blogger called Miki (I’m so sorry if I spelt that wrong!)
They have both writen an Excelent post I would like all my lovely followers to read. Enjoy 

P.s I just learned how to make a link 😁

Today I would like to welcome my wonderful friend Miki to Happy Alex. As part of our collaboration, she has written an incredible post about her experiences with casual racism. I am really honoured to have Miki on my site and the post she has written is probably one of my favourite posts I have […]

https://happyalexblog.wordpress.com/2016/04/23/everyday-racism-collab-with-miki/

That’s all for now,

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The Wind (not really about wind)

Where everyone ticked

She tocked

Where everyone zigged

She zagged

When the wind blew 

She ran

When her parents fought

She watched

When her friends left

She stayed

When the wind blew

She ran

When the world gave her lemons

She made lemonade then gave it someone else

And then she climbed 

Until she was high in the air

Down far below were the worries of the world

And as the wind carried her off

She breathed a sigh of relief

Hey, I don’t know if anyone will be able to understand this 

I know it doesn’t rhyme or have anything to do with the wind… 

Tell me if you have any idea what this poem was about:)

That’s all for now

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Are my stories That bad?

Hey, you may be confused by the title.

I have writen 5stories on my blog since I started. That may not be many considering it’s only been 70 days since I started 

The first story was called “Love Hurts” this was around valentines day. So I wrote this. I thought it turned out ok. Maybe not the best but ok. I wrote this 67 days ago. I had very few follower (if any) at this point.

Next story was a series called “The Colony”. Not bragging but I thought and still think thi story has a lot of potential. But I didn’t get far. 2 chapters that’s all then I gave up. It wasn’t the time for it. It was 63 days ago so I didn’t have that many followers. I was disappointed as I had worked out a good plot twist. Yes 2 chapters into the story. 

Then I wrote a story called “WWII an unfinished story” this was before I had even finished “The Colony” I loved this story. It is the oldest story I have on this blog. I wrote it a while back and searched for it so I could put it up here. That also didn’t go down as well as I hoped. You see I was very protective over this one as I had it the longest. It was written 60 days ago. 

The next story I entered in a competition. “On The Streets Of Dublin”. If you go and check it out please bear in mind I had 1 day to write and edit it. This story means a lot to me as it’s part of my countries history. This story’s about the Irish 1916 Easter Rising. Please Google the Irish 1916 Rising if you haven’t heard of it. 

Then there was the story I posted today. “When We’re Young”. This is a thriller series I’m starting. I might change the title of this. I’m not sure yet. 

My writing style is not for everyone. I understand that. 

But you see I’ve made a fair stab at writing stories and it’s frustrating that a story I’ve spent hours on doesn’t get thought about. AT ALL!! When a poem I spent 2 minuets on gets shown all the attention. 

I think I speak for all writers when I say stuff like this. But maybe it’s just me.

And before anyone says it No. I am happy with my poetry. I enjoy writing for all my lovely followers. 

But it gets annoying when I have 62 followers and strangers like and comment. 

P.s thanks to all the wonderful people that like and comment. Or even find the time to read one if my boring posts

That’s it end of rant.

My phones glitching and I can’t get italics or bold. If anyone knows how to fix that. Please tell me:( 

That means I can’t do my ending.

That’s all for now, a frustrated

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Can you hear it?

Hush

Can you hear it?

The dead

They whisper to me

They tell me

I should jump

I should sleep

Hush

Can you hear it?

The sleeping

They whisper to me

They tell me

I should pull the trigger

I should sleep

Hush 

Can you hear it?

The devils

They whisper to me

They tell me 

I should hang

I should sleep

Hush

Can you hear it?

The devils

The sleeping

The dead

The whisper to me

I listen

I should sleep

Authors Note: Self explanatory. Hope you enjoyed

That’s all for now

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You are Beautiful

Hey, this post is about how all of us as humans/robots/aliens are beautiful. Why this post?

Because you are beautiful! Whether you believe it or not!

Do me a favour. Find a mirror and look into it.

What do you see?

A beautiful human being.

Now repeat after me

I am beautiful

I am amazing

I am unique

I am me

And no one can change that

Good.

No matter what you are you are beautiful!

Whether your Hindu, Muslim, Christian

Whether your American, French, Egyptian, Greek, Chinese, Japanese, Italian or anythin else.

You are beautiful!

No one can make you believe that. But you need to believe it! 

No ones going to tell you your beautiful.

  We all have some confidence in us
We just need to find it.

Hope you enjoyed this post

Oh and tell me in the comments whether or not you want me to do 1 Beautiful Thing

Because this kind of ties in with it.

That’s all for now

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Eternal Sleep

An angel of darkness visitedA baby lay still

The angel kissed the baby’s forehead 

“Sleep now my child”

An angel of darkness visited

A child fell into water

The angel kissed the child’s forehead

“Sleep now my child”

An angel of darkness visited

An old man slumped in a corner

The angel kissed the mans forehead

“Sleep now my child”

An angel of darkness visited

A woman surrounded by glass

The angel kissed the woman’s forehead

“Sleep now my child”

An angel of darkness visited

A girl awaiting her call

The angel took the girls had

“Let’s sleep now my child”

Authors note: 

Hey, sad stuff

This was as close as I could get to the poem I was going to post😒

It may not be the best poem ever. But oh well

Anyone who’s newish to my blog or else didn’t read my last post check it out. It’ll explain it all.

That’s all for now 

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