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Twenties: A Poem

Twenties – a poem.

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‘When it’s not your day, your week, your month’

That’s what they sang in Friends.

That’s what your twenties were meant to be like.

I’ll tell you it’s not my day –

I hope it’s not the same for the bloody decade.

 

I’m trying to find a flat,

that won’t bleed me dry.

Trying to make a living and save,

but my car just died.

 

I’m pretty damn fed up,

with the lies we were told.

Get a degree, you’ll be so much better off,

Really pal? I’ll get a mortgage when I’m a 40-year-old.

 

Some of my friends are getting married

Others of them have kids.

Meanwhile, I have alcohol and cheese

as the basics in the fridge.

 

If my twenties are the best

I want a refund.

I’m almost halfway through

so, when does this get fun?

 

 

 

I Won’t Be Silent – A Poem

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For a while there,

I lost my voice.

I let someone else’s laugh muffle by shouts

for rebellion.

 

But I am a woman,

hear me roar.

I’ve got no time for heels,

or a cat call.

 

Because I broke free,

from the good girl mentality

and now, here I stand

Just as good as any man.

 

I won’t be silent.

I won’t be contained.

Because I am a woman.

I don’t need to be saved.

Hope – A Poem

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It’s been a while since I’ve posted any of my own creative writing. In the last month or so I’ve thought a lot about my own writing and where I want to go with it. I was also lucky enough to be told I’ll be published in 2018 which gave me a great confidence boost!

I wrote the following poem when I didn’t have that when I was just coming out of a pretty lonely and dark period of my life. The thing is, hope is important, but it’s not always at the front of your mind. When it does start to appear you need to grab it with both hands and try and hold on. I hope you enjoy this poem. – Chloe Metzger.

 

Hope.

A four letter word

but it means

I start seeing

my heart starts beating.

Again.

 

Hope.

That I am not the only one

who is hopeless,

useless

Me.

 

Hope.

A helping hand

loud voices

You stand out my girl,

Proud

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Life Update: I’m Being Published!

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I have some super exciting news! I’m going to be published! Yes, a piece of my work is going to be published in an actual physical book! The plan for tonight was to do my normal Thursday book review, but then I got an email. So, how did this come about?

I was lucky enough back in 2015 to be offered the chance to go to Athens as part of Kingston Writing School and I got to learn from the wonderful K.J. Orr about writing as well as being with other writers. I loved the course, I’d happily go back again to learn. This summer that will have been 3 years ago. Each year writers of the Summer School get the opportunity to submit pieces for an anthology.

I submitted last year and, unfortunately, didn’t get chosen which is fine because I don’t think it was my best work. This year, however, I wrote two poems, worked on them and submitted them in the new year. I wish I could say forgot about them but I didn’t I checked my email every day and…it worked.

I got the confirmation email today and I’m so, so excited. I love to write, I’ve always loved to write as soon as I learnt how to. Knowing that my name, my piece is going to be in a book is incredible. I also pretty sure that it’s only the start. I want and am working on writing my first novel in a series.

I’m so excited and I couldn’t wait to share this with you because honestly, I feel like writing my blog for the past few years has made me a better writer. I think about my content, the language and what you guys want to read alongside my own ideas. So a big thank you to everyone who reads my blog!

I’ll keep you all updated!

 

Writers Block

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There are times when I cannot write,

from my brain to my fingertips

it just doesn’t come out right.

 

When my head is too sleepy

or my heart is too full

or I’m just not feeling writing glee

 

Does that rhyme not show

that today is indeed one of those

Yes, I’ve sunk to that low

 

 

You see I want to write,

each and every day

So this internal battle I’ll still fight

 

I’ll drag those words from every corner of my brain

Get out here you guys, I need you

God, writers block is a pain.

 

 

Screens – A poem.

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Our lives, are screens.

For we are the generation,

that has never seen.

 

The world without a way to capture it.

As if our memories are damned,

or at least, that’s the mould they want us to fit.

 

But perhaps, we want something that we can hold on to,

If the world starts to fall apart, again.

To prove the happiness was true.

 

We are the generation, that cannot have a home

Constantly moving and changing

But we should be saving, not daring to roam

 

I’m part of a generation, damned before we start.

Judged and questioned looking through screens,

to try and mend our broken hearts.