My Everything He's my everything. No, my world doesn't revolve around him and No, my world wouldn't crumble if he left. But he's my everything.. Wait?! Why is it deemed bad if my world is around him? If I would crumble and cry if he left? I'll tell you why!! Because it's when you feel like #life would be empty without them you know. No words. No #poem. No sonnet or song Could ever describe just how you know. Or why you know. You just do ! I have my hobbies. My friends. My family and yours too. But nothing will compare to you. Not a perfect dew drop on a frosty morning. Nor the sun in a glowing woman's eye. Not the purity of a new born. Nor the blueness of the bluest foreign sky. They're not you! Oh my gosh! my sweet, you are my everything. My moon, my stars and my chart. You're so precious to me I could die!! So it's here as I sit by your bed stand. Watching you sleep far away. Awaiting the nurses and doctors. To say that you're free from your stay. That I know oh my love, that I love you! So much that my heart, it does sing. As I long for the health of you darling. For the day we announce out the ring. Dear god, please just help me to say this, But you mean so damn much to me now. A #life without you, ain't worth living. Without you, I just wouldn't know how. So to sum up my passion and love dear, I finish perhaps with a rhyme. As I sit by your side for tonight love. I will sit by your side for all time.

Catching Dreams Have you ever just... Reached? Just taken something because you could? The last slice of cake. The only jumper on the sale rail. Your old aunt Sally's slippers? How about dreams? Have you ever just taken a dream? No? Then you should! Because taking hold of your dream is the only way to live. The minute you liberate yourself, your mind, body and soul by fulfilling a dream is the most rewarding.. So much so you'll want to do it, again and again an again! You'll want to reach for the stars, take up every opportunity and be inspired because #life is too short for it to be any other way! Don't wait for #life. Don't wait for dreams. Catch them.

And Thus We Rocked A #poem of how, One spring afternoon, College did end, And the end 'twas here soon, Where my good friend dear jack, Was heading off home, Where I stopped his swift tracks, As he answered his phone, Hello? Who be that? For I am speaking, this is jack? Indeed, chimed I, Almost whistling my reply, Fancy tea? A bite too eat, a little music, To move your feet? Sounds great, just hold a mo, I was heading home with Jo, On the train shall I meet? Before we rock out to our beat? Sure thing! Rightly so, I shall see you in a mo, Replied I as I gained, My speed up, To catch my train. Alas, I did find, Jack sat, On his behind, Upon the train, So fully packed, To get some seats, You must be tact, So we headed, For my house, For some seats, We did but joust, And on arrival, Made some tea, I was content, As I could be, Until jack hit a switch, Through the sound out, Pitch for pitch, Word for word I jumped and sang, As my ears, I recall, They rang. And as the song did end, I looked up, To my great friend, Who'd just mimicked a guitar, For a solid quarter bar, Of darkness, Pure true sound.. Our knees firm on the ground.. Oh what a great, And splendid tune, That we played, That afternoon, And thus we rocked!

Love In A Hopeless Place This is #poem all about love. Not the fictional, girly, film type love. Real love. It was a month or so back. I'd been dumped. My heart broken, I was severely ill. And hopeless for anything good to come of #life. I became like clockwork. College. Work. Sleep. College. Work. Sleep. I'd tick along wearing a mask. People believed I was okay. Little did they see the pain underneath. Or the nights spent, contemplating my #life. I was lost.. So so lost. Until he rescued me. One night. I was working. I do that a lot. Work. Mainly night shifts to pay for my future. He came in and up to the till and smiled. "You look knackered" He said. I shrugged it off and smiled like with any customer that questioned my status of "being okay" He wouldn't have it. "No really! You look like you need a drink!" I stopped and our eyes locked I smiled but I'd started to tear up. "I'm okay, promise" He took my hand and slid me a piece of paper. "Next Saturday, film, drinks, me and you!" And with that he was gone and all I was left with was a piece of paper with his number on. My #life was about to change. So the next Saturday arrived. I finished up at work and came out to find him waiting. "Hey you" he cried.. "Fancy a drink before the film?" We sat for a couple of hours and he walked me back. I changed and off we went.. The film was great and the cocktails even better. And as I left to grab my cab, he kissed me. Then whispered in my ear, "Now you're okay, you're practically glowing" It was true, I felt like a well oiled car that had the final polish. We dated some more, he bought me presents in hospital and has never stopped showing he cares. So if you'd asked me a month or so back. Do you believe in love at first sight? Or true love? Unconditional love? I'd have laughed and told you the only person you should truly love and 100% rely on is yourself.. Ask me now.. I'll tell you this. Love is a flower, a blossom, if tampered with it'll become delicate and fragile, but the right person, to catch it and nurture it, it can grow, and blossom and form into the most beautiful flower. For no reason, at any time, because it's right. I'm the flower, and he the hands and I've blossomed. I've grown. My health still may be poor. But dear god, I've never felt so alive. Nor so in love.

Camping The sun is out and shining, and I'm stuck in doors disguising, My distaste at getting ready, to head on out for work. I'm rushing and I'm flustering, and attempting ; also mastering, To try and hide my morning smell, having woken late for work. But the sun is out and shining, and I've rushed on in, MY TIMING! For I am 1 minute till I start, I've now arrived on time for work. My day is slowly plodding, as I wash and clean what's trod in, From the customers who wonder in, with sand upon their feet. Ha-lay fucking Lu-lia, my day has wizzed and flown past, I'm packing up my stuff and I'm leaving late from work. I check my phone and scroll through, the messages you have sent too, Invite me for a barbie/camp now that i have finished work. So I buy me up some sausages and Pringles and some cabbages to take along to barbie and make a salad too. But... The night was good and tasty, The sausages not pasty, I cleared on up the salad and jumped into my tent. We talked a bit with people and we, looked out through our peephole but apart from that reality, began to just sink in. Camping isn't sunny, it's cold and not so funny, When you're shivering to gain heat at 3 bloody am! You wake up bloody starving, cold and so disheartened that the thought of moving now, brings grief to a campers face. So I tell you with intentions, to avoid the damned dimensions of the world of camping out, on any British eve. It's cold and dark and slimy, you wake up feeling grimy, and you then have to take the bloody things back down again! Avoid camping! Amen!