#life update not sure if anyone remembers me, i used to write on here when i was eleven (yay quality writing!!1!1) but in case anyone remembers me i thought a little '#life update' would be interesting! 1. i'm no longer an eleven year old (wow shocker i've aged) i'm actually turning seventeen in two months which is pretty scary! 2. i've just finished gcses! i got my results literally yesterday whoop whoop 3. i don't really write anymore, exams and school pressure kind of beat the creativity out of me the last six years but i'm trying to get back into because i still really love doing it! 4. because of my love of literature i'm taking english literature A Level (wish me luck) and plan on hopefully taking it at university when i apply to schools next year! so yep thats it! hope everyone is doing well!

Piglet I'm little piglet And you're not so little pooh You're more the size of Eeyore And I'm more the size of Roo I'm a bit-scared piglet And you're a lovely brave pooh You want to go explore all day But I'm scared of hullabaloo I'm a peckish piglet And you're a starving pooh You love eating honey all day But thistles is what I do I'm a quite clever piglet And you're a gullible pooh You don't care about reading But writing is most I knew I'm your best friend piglet And you're my best friend pooh We might be a hundred acre wood away But with a chose, I choose you

Blood Red Fields Strained control and exerted minds Pushed onto someone from different kinds The wail of the wind unevenly blown The threads of ancestors harshly sewn Their respect dead, one turned on one's friend, Battling over power, the bloodshed must end They quarrel that way, humanity sparse Through blood red fields, and blood red grass Their match suddenly done, both pieces played Through blood red fields, lives direly slayed Sorry, I've been away for a while! You probably haven't noticed, but oh well. Eek! Rank is 404...

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The Last Train Stop I saw you first on a train Jumped on last second Sat down in the seat behind My eyes were beckoned You caught it every day Always in utter haste My heart would flutter with butterflies Train time was never waste But once you say next to me Asked if the seat was to spare I couldn't even talk My mind was utterly bare The train rumbled on You read your book We kept stealing glances Needing one last look The train carried on We talked, once or twice Occasional smiles were shared Your book choice was nice But the the train screeched Flung people to the floor Blood and crying I looked at you once more Holding hands and crying The light was only a speck Knowing we would die soon Surrounded by wreck You said how you had watched me Took the train only to look A tear slipped as I kissed you My last breath; took Note- The idea is not mine. No copyright intended. It was a story on another website and I poetized.