I'm a writer/poet/word-putter-togetherer from Liverpool, England. I post poems and reblog funny things. Hope you like it here :)



Hi people! Sorry I’ve been away from Tumblr for a while, just been so so busy lately, I haven’t had time to sit down and write anything, let alone poems. I don’t currently foresee an end to it, but I’ll try my best. Hope everyone is good!




Attention all tumblr poets!!!

2nd Call to join my book project: Great Poets of Tumblr

1. Please RE BLOG this post
2. Message me bloggers we need to reach/include
3. Send thoughts about selection process
4. Let me know if you’re connected to tumblr admin (we…

I’ve often said there are no rules for writers. Let me share the WORST AND MOST HARMFUL ADVICE I was ever given by others. 1) Write what you know. 2) You’ll have to polish every sentence you write three or four times. 3) Genius is one tenth talent and nine tenths hard work and 4) You’re not a real writer if you don’t write every day. —- ALL OF THAT WAS HARMFUL TO ME. ALL OF IT. IT HURT AND IT SET ME BACK. ——- So I say again, there are no rules. It’s amazing how willing people are to tell you that you aren’t a real writer unless you conform to their cliches and their rules. My advice? Reject rules and critics out of hand. Define yourself. Do it your way. Make yourself the writer of your dreams. Protect your voice, your vision, your characters, your story, your imagination, your dreams.

Anne Rice (via ronanlunch)


ifihadpants asked
happy birthday old man. what was it like back when the beatles made music?

Hahaha it was an interesting time, to say the least :P and thank you :3

I’m ooooold!

Cannot believe I’m 29 today.. This time next year I’ll be like a million… XD

Screenplay Writing

It’s actually quite enjoyable once you get into it! I didn’t realise how complicated I’d made it for myself though with scenes overlapping each other and such, but the fun is figuring out how to make it work :)

heldinhishands asked
single words: breathe, distress, seek, sabotage, hands


The air surrounds
Cold and dry
Lungs full
Held for a few


Cracks appear
Smile turns to grimace
Darkness shapes
Sullen figure
Of fear


Answers hidden
From top corner
To bottom rung
Not here
Unknown force
Still no light


This was not the plan
Events unfold
Disaster intended
Marked words unfurled
Growing darker
Growing tighter


Gripping neck
Pushing down
The end is soon
Calmness follows
A virtue

heldinhishands asked
write a poem based off your favorite lyric

My favourite lyric:

"The fiction will see the real, the answer will question still"

As the pen scratches paper
The writer can’t help
But realise the life
He is creating
Is mirroring the story
He plays out away from paper
And yet with his mind
His hive of creativity
He cannot find the answers
He cannot solve
What his life throws at him

Words bleed to page
And lives form to pieces
Characters only he knows
But people
Subjects of his mind
Page falls to it’s end