Silence Broken

Full force felt

First blow dealt



Head spins

Time stops

Shock hits

Door locks..


Play fair

Beyond repair



Up a gear

Feel the fear

Control in hour

Rage is power


Gave up fight

No end in sight


Bullets, Bullets Everywhere

Lincoln (my youngest son) and I have been at the hospital for the past 10 days. Lincoln had a very bad accident whilst at nursery and broke his femur. He spent his fourth birthday in hospital having an operation (on his actual birthday) He is the bravest little boy I know (and the cutest)

Obviously due to our recent family events I have not had the time to put pen to paper although my mind has been rather overactive with expression and emotion.

I would like to share something with you all that I know you will appreciate and understand my reasons for wanting to post such an expressive piece of writing

The following poem was written by my eldest son (Daniel age 13) for the anger he said, the anger that hurt inside his chest watching his little brother having to endure so much already at such a young age and he feels so helpless as he cannot do anything to make it better for him.

I am so proud of you Daniel for the mature attitude you possess and the way you are so protective over your brother and sister they are lucky to have a big brother like you (who else would they use as a human climbing frame and annoy relentlessly with their constant chatter and cheeky behaviour) :) xx

*- Bullets bullets Everywhere -*

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Bullets bullets Everywhere

Bodies are flying and no one cares

The I.C Comes over and asks his squad ‘are you hurt?’

As a few men slowly die and keel over in the dirt

One man is injured this means diamond formation

A grenade flies in and blasts delta team out of creation

Only Charlie team is left so its split into two

As eight becomes four, there’s not much left to do

Charlie moves forward the enemy is near

They begin flanking, so they can disappear

‘Half of you move, the other half support’

Once they decided,  they put into action

what they’d been taught.

Once it had ended and the battle was won

Charlie came out on top, the enemy was done

Yet another win for the  U.K Army

This really is a great victory.

Bullets bullets were everywhere

Bullets were flying now everyone cares

Banners and flags, hanging from windows

The U.K’s lit up by everyone’s Zippo’s.

Daniel Babb (Age 13)

Wish Me Luck..

This weekend I have been mostly writing to web sites / search engines / blog sites / magazines / publications in the hope of an opportunity to write a short article in relation to either Writing and Poetry or a more personal article about Life, My Children and Osteogenesis Imperfector (Brittle Bone Disease)  Obviously I wont receive any payment (just yet) and I’m well aware that these sites probably get bombarded with stuff but I am very optimistic plus I’m gathering knowledge and learning from the experience.

The hope of being given a chance to contribute a written piece to be published no matter how minor it may be is spurring me on. My aim is to hopefully make this into a part time career but it’s early days yet.  

I would be extremely grateful if anyone has any Information regarding websites / blogs / magazines that look for article writers and that are relevant to the subject matter above.  (There are various other topics that I would like to write about but for now I prefer to stick with the subjects that I feel most confident in)  

Sending best wishes to you all

– darkestangelica –  


** In the middle of difficulty lies opportunity **
(Albert Einstein)