Elizabeth
At times I struggle to call myself a writer, or a poet, like it's not justified because I can't be that good. Then I see and hear things like 'well, you write stories and poems, so that means you ARE a writer' or other things, like 'fake it' 'til you make it' and that's just what I am going to do. I AM a writer. I AM a poet. There! I said it! And there is nothing fake about my writing it's all me. ❤️
- The Why's
- Staying Afloat.
- Yesterday
- When Two Become One
- The 3/4 Journey
- The First Fall
- Don't Go...
- Peachy
- Someday...
- So...
- Winter in the City
- Reflections
- Muddled Thoughts
- At the Foot of the Cross
- Change...
- Untitled.
- Valentine's
- Wise Men Say...
- Sweet Spot
- The Taste of You
- He's Gone
- When Day Ends and Night Begins
- Mirror
- Time is Running Out
- Identifying as a Wumin
- My Hero
- Elfvis
- Last Time...
- Hip Hip Hooray
- Don't Sweat the Small Stuff
- Is Life Deeper Than Love?
- Tied Knots
- Three Sides
- Me, Myself and I
- Ma Burfday
- Ma Roof
- A Ten
- A Freshers Mum
- Photo Addict
- If I Could...
- Why?
- Strawberry Fields
- Without...
- Road Block
- Cookstown
- Perhaps
- How Do I Look?
- 75 Milton
- I Bequeath...
- Titanic: 111 years on