Archive for Authors Note


Hello everyone!!!!!  I have a new website and a new design 🙂 Please let me know what you all think, and hope you all continue to keep reading!!


I won’t be publishing any books, but keep reading my blog!

So, here is my bad news for you all, and I hope your ok with it.

Because no one was able to help me find an artist for Earthquack story or any of my other stories, and no one was able to help me figure out how to self publish. I am giving up on it for now 🙂 It is my dream to have some books one day, but currently without help thats not possible. I am getting very depressed having emails unreplied to, having people tell me things that make me very hopeful only to have nothing come from them and most of all very upset with having people say they will help but not be able to.

Not naming anyone in particular :)! So no one feel bad ok! I have emailed 100s of people trying to get help to do this but I couldn’t. Its my fault anyway, because I can’t draw.

So since its become frustrating and exhausting and I am getting mouth sores from getting upset and grumpy all the time. I think giving up is healthiest thing to do.

I hope everyone is ok with that :)! Maybe one day I will try again, But sadly without an artist/illustrator its just to hard.

I do have hopes for one story that I never put on my blog, that my best friend in Alaska who has many goats is working on for me! If she is able to finish the illustrations and mail them to me I will work on getting that into a book, but I will wait for her to finish in her own time 🙂 and just keep writing as I use to for now.


Especially those who have been buying my poems online.


We of Christchurch
Worn and tired
Soldiers by natures hand
Have endured heartache
Sorrow, tragedy
Have endured more than most can bare.

There is more than just a journey before us
But a fight that will take years to end
A fight to rebuild a better city
To build better friendships, community.

A fight to rebuild in a way of memory
So that the past is not forgotten.
We as a people must learn from our mistakes
So that history will never be repeated

We must endure this battle before us
So that we can build a new city together
One built without regret and in unity
A city that our future can smile upon.

By Matty @

Story Notes

NB: It is very, very rare I ever post story notes. I had a friend visit me tonight and she told me that as a present to celebrate the new year I should post for her at least 3 story ‘notes’ or never finished stories.

You see I write a lot, but msot my stories never make it to paper. I speak them while I walk, or just as I lay in bed. The few I try to write down never get completed because my mind has moved on to another story.

I promised 3, 🙂 I hope those that read them enjoy them.


I don’t usually do this, post something not related to writing at all.

Anyway!  Pikachu came into existence, and needed breakfast, so we made him breakfast and decided he needed a job. So I got him a boat and made him a fisherchu (Pikachu + fisherman) then! we decided he was lonely and needed a friend so we built a tower and put Rapunzel at the top.

By the way theres a birthday cake cause its his birthday, and the book of ice cream is because well… everyone wants ice cream for breakfast!


Sorry for lack of posts

I am sorry for not posting much lately, I have been a bit sick and a bit tired and things have been in my head lots.

I will post a bit now. Sorry again.

The poems I wrote for a special friend

NB: Theres always been one person I have been able to count on, time and time again this angel kept fluttering her wings and looking over my shoulder, she was one of the most important people when I was trapped in a downward spiral, spinning confused and lost.

Yet at the same time, this wonderful friend was just a word on a screen, so I found it hard to thank them for all they had done. So when it came time I though that the only way to appropriately thank a magical warm love filled word, was with words that express how If elt for them. I wrote a very messy poem, but I wrote it with tears, I can’t remember how or in what order it actually went but I am guessing this is right.

This is it!

To my favorite Auntie
The only one I know
I hope this shows to you I care
and that you mean so much
Keep fluttering like an angel
Keep hugging me so warm
And when your sad read this
And remember your so loved

You are so close to my heart
For all you have done I owe so much
You can given me so much love
I cannot repay all your done
but I thought in words I will try
Do not forget your an angel
One that has helped me so much

I don’t know how…
Don’t know why…
You fluttered deep into my life
But thus it changed from freezing ice
Into a tropical paradise
You give me warmth
Became my family
Opened your arms so wide

You let me wonder into your life to
Supported me through the dark
Listened to all my troubles deep
Hugged me when I couldn’t sleep
Wiped my tears when I have cried
Told me things would be alright
Tucked me in with a smile warm
As you sent me to bed each night.

I guess what I am trying to say
In words simple and plain
Is that I love you so very much
More than these words can explain
I hope you never stop being you
Only change because you want to
That you keep being wonderful

Love Baby *smiles*

After much thought

After much thought I decided to add my dark poems, this is a big step for me…

Forgive me for any harm or tummy pit caused,


You Are My Light

This is not so much a poem However I will add it to the Love Poems catagory, this is more a note, a note to those who just don’t raelize how important they are… what a candle they are to me. I remember a story about a man who in the 1700’s would put a candle by his window to lead travellers stuck in a storm to safety. I see people as my candles, as leading me to safety from horrible storms.

When the end feels close, close your eyes and say.
“Someone knows I am alive, I have a reason to be here this day.”

You only need one person to know you are alive- To truly be alive,
To live you just need to be a thought or a memory.
As long as the world is there for you, you always have a purpose and reason to exist-
The world can be as small as one, but as many as thousand.
You just have to remember, that even the smallest candle in the darkest of nights can burn as bright as the sun of day.
That candle could be anything. That candle could be you.

Authors Note

I meet someone who told me horrors that they experienced during world war II… I asked this man as he was sitting, staring the Memorial Bridge, if he was afraid of living. He told me he was not afraid of living, but afraid of sleeping… I asked him if I could write some poems, from what he tolds me. He said yes, These are in the catagory – War Poems