Category: Creative Me

The bold and the beautiful vs Evil

These are two of my favourite sketches .. need to work on shading more but i just love how bold and beautiful they look



These two are my first rough sketches  of .. “Them” from my first original free verse poem

Disclaimer: “Them” are two original sketches so please do not copy. Not all my work is original, a lot of them are from books or images I have taken from google but please ask before sharing.

My Collection

This is a collection sketches I have done over the last few years..

I will try anything.. the hardest thing i find to do is human faces..

I love Anime and Manga.. could draw them all day.

I Also like to draw quirky things..




Disclaimer: not all of my sketches are originals but some are so please ask before sharing.

Living in the HUD … an original free verse poem

June 2015.. the Big move..

The nerves kick in at the thought of living by myself.

Darkness falls and reality kicks in …I am alone.

Though my place is small it feels so big.

CCTV and security doors don’t make me feel safe..

I curl up on my sofa and wrap my quilt around me so tight it’s as if i’m being hugged by a bear

*For tonight I will sleep on the sofa..*

The cacophony  of noise makes my ears prick up like a rabbit listening for danger.

The revving of car engines, people laughing so loud i feel as though they are right next to me..screeching in my ear

My imagination taunts me.. * what if you’re not really safe? Can that door really stop someone getting in? Where would you hide if they did*

65 days later.. the sofa is still my bed.. I feel safer there.. still not ready to venture in to the bedroom.

Day 185… I finally feel safe.. I climb in to my bed for the first time since I moved in.

My head hits the soft, fluffy pillows and my quilt is wrapped round me like a cocoon.

The revving of cars and cackling of drunk people have now become a comfort..

I lay in bed and listen to the rhythmic sounds of the world outside..

Finally I can call this my home..


This is an original poem so please ask my permission before sharing.

All comments welcome..

If you have any writing tips I would love  hear them




2 against 1….First ever Poem. Free verse…scary times

Okay guys this is a big thing for me. Recently I have found the inspiration, whilst blogging, to write more and this past few days I have been thinking about what to write.

These words sprang to mind so I thought id share them… don’t be too harsh I am not an literary genius. I am just a common Yorkshire lass with thoughts to share so let me know what you think….

It  is a bit long .. hope you don’t get bored reading it …

2 against 1

My eyes flicker as I wake.

Another day is dawning and I slowly rise from my bed.

For a second I feel good, but then I turn around and she is there.

“Think you could get rid of me did you?? haha.. no.. not so easily” she screeches, her voice sounding like a siren.

I turn away and try to shut her out.

“Ah, ah, ah.. come on now. It has been ten years already have you not learned yet” she laughs, with the eerie witches cackle that makes my skin crawl.

The shadows close in and i feel the darkness rising..

“No” I cry. “Not today!. Today will be a good day and you will not defeat me”

My body feels weak but I know my mind is strong. I reach for that little white pill, hoping it dulls that screeching voice that pierces through me like a knife.

I remind myself she cannot get to me unless I let her.

The urge to stay in bed, close my eyes and go back to sleep to shut her out grows inside me but I fight it.

My mind races..Every day you do this.. why? why can’t you just leave me alone to be happy?.. my eyes fill with tears but I hold them back.

I tell myself to stay positive and think about what makes me happy..Family.

As I step out of the door he appears..

“ooooh do you want to go out there?? really? what will people think when they look at you? are you really going to inflict that kind of misery on the world?” he sneers as he stares at me with his dark eyes, as black as night.

“Not you too!. ” i sigh.. “move out of my way”

I take a deep breath and charge through him as though my life depends on it.

For now the demons back off..for now my mind is calm..

As the day passes I play the role i’m supposed to.

I am becoming better at putting on this mask and costume to hide the person behind the character, the person people don’t want to see.

I hate it. It is so itchy. It feels as though I am being attacked by tiny ants and I cannot wait to get home.

Suddenly I can’t breathe, the room is getting smaller and it feels like my air is being turned off, the anger builds up in me and I feel ready to explode like a pressure cooker at any given moment.

They are here..*I can feel you..*

I close my eyes, take a deep breath in.

My lungs fill up like a balloon and as I breathe out I push them back down where they belong and carry on playing my character in this never ending play.

The weekend comes and I jump out of bed with all the excitement of a child on Christmas morning. Time to go see the family and finally take off this mask.

I feel as free as a bird, as light as a feather and for a short time they stay away….but not for long

I go back home.. to my empty apartment, alone again and I see them slouched on my sofa rubbing their hands together staring at me with eyes can see deep inside every fear..

Off to bed I go.. the only place I can go when I am alone and they cannot get in.. My dreams are mine and they cannot take them away from me too..

“Don’t worry ” they snigger “we didn’t get you today but there is always tomorrow”

“Good luck with that” I laugh even though I feel a shiver running down my spine as cold as ice.

Tomorrow is another day and I know they will try again but I am stronger than they think.


Living with depression and anxiety is a daily struggle but the best way to deal with it is to just take one day at a time. Don’t try to climb a mountain in a day it will never work.

I would really like some honest opinions on this so let me know in the comments below