So I watched Incredibles 2….

I remember little old me watching the first Incredibles movie. It was so long ago in an ancient universe that I didn’t remember the whole storyline. That didn’t deter me from watching the new Incredibles 2 film out right now! I literally just got back about an hour ago. I even managed to sneak in my McDonald’s smoothie (classaaay 💁🏻). FBI agent Zo in the making right here!!!

Do you know what I also loved? The fact that here we were, sitting in an audience full of adults watching an animated movie. So surreal. Not your everyday thing!

It’s worth a watch. I did sort of suss out what would happen, and it was slightly predictable, but it’s okay, it’s a feel good film after all. Baby Jack in monster mode is me when I’m feeling a little too “hangry” (hunger/angry rolled into one).

Even though we were tired watching it, my boyfriend and I relived the INCREDIBLE (excuse the pun – it just had to be done. End of story) characters that were shown in our childhood, and now that I’m a 22 year old, it did feel weird and nostalgic seeing these characters on screen again. I suppose I’ll feel that way about any new remakes or follow ups to films that had been released years ago!

Hope you’ve all had a fabulous evening!

Zoe. X


Dreamworld Life

Sometimes you lose, sometimes you win. Sometimes you never know when to begin

the new story of your time, and once you do, you’ll see that self love isn’t a crime

to magnify the worth of you, no more searching for that final missing clue

because it’s right here, right now. Grab the key, reach that dream somehow. Or it’ll pass you by and you’ll testify the order of the dreamworld life.

New Chapter


It’s been a while. I know. I’m kinda typing this sheepishly after realising I half-abandoned my blog – it was an accident, of course!

Life has been a whirlwind. I’ve had two personal bereavements within two months of another, a job I’ve had to pass my probationary period in, and all sorts going on! One thing death has made me understand is that life is extremely short. Be with people that make you happy and those that in turn want to make you happy, too. Those that care! Get rid of the negativity would definitely be my advice. Positivity is the way forward!

Talking of positive, I’ve also met a guy that I’m bit of a smitten kitten with. He’s been lovely and makes me very happy. So I have high hopes!

Hope you’ve all been well! Might write a few bits and bobs on here sometime.

Hows life going for you?

Love, Zoe. X

Playground Crimes

Seems to me that the essence of candid memories has blown over.

You see the articles start to flood in. Another day of playground games. Don’t they realise that we don’t want to play?

All this time, and yet, more crimes.

Each time, the social media bursts like another balloon. Each pop is more than meets the eye.

All this time, and yet, more crimes.

I want to scrub the dirt from the toilet seat. This sh*t shouldn’t be going on. Mother Theresa and Mandela cry.

All this time, and yet, more crimes.

Lets write another twitter post in hope that it’ll go away. Even the big dogs are jumping on the bandwagon.

All this time, and yet, more crimes.

Billions of money floating around in the wrong hands – hardly surprising that the swarms nest has no back up plan.

All this time, still more crimes.

The clock fastens but the big dogs are at their desks or start another speech. I’m all for words, but the bullsh*t is tiring me out.

All this time, still more crimes.

Can’t they just look us in the eye and mean it when they say they have everything under control?

All this time, still more crimes.

I swear the hulahoop will stop spinning one day. Landing in the middle of the playground. What then?

All this time, still more crimes.

I press the red button on my remote, and we all carry on in our lives, without truly being listened to. The world frowns and the oceans swim.

in bed, frog/man voice and groggy cold… let’s say, “it ain’t attractive”

Hi guys!

Haven’t been around for a while! (Due to family illnesses/life changes/job searching/being a short arse Brit taking each day as it comes – hope you don’t mind!).

This post… well, it wasn’t planned – but that’s why it’ll probably make you laugh. Nothing to do with poetry. Do you know what? I’m literally – yes, literally – in bed right now. I still have my slippers on, who does that? They need to come off or else my feet will turn into two fireballs (two small fireballs, too).

I’m doing the classic “I’m ill” post. Yeah, lame. I know. But I’m not even “ill ill”. I categorise “ill” and “ill ill”. When someone’s ill/sick, then it’s because they have common stuff – cough, cold, flu etc. But ill ill means you’re beyond ill.

I currently have a headcold. Yep. A cold inside a head. I never understood it before but it’s like having a big amount of GUNGE trapped inside your nasals. Yeah, not attractive. It’s a good job I’m not taking a selfie in this darkness as it’d probably be the sequel to the film Halloween. (Just in time for Halloween as well – in cinemas soon!!).

I had a conversation earlier with someone who does not take a drink upstairs to bed with them. I was just thinking “HOW CAN YOU NOT WANT A DRINK OR FAILING THAT, EVEN A SIP OF WATER AT NIGHT?”. We debated it. But I realised that I probably need a drink at night because when I wake up, I usually get a dry mouth from sleeping with my mouth open – (lovely) – or at least I assume this happens. I suppose I look like the shocked emoji but in sleep mode. (So nobody better put any peas in my mouth or else!)

Who else sleeps on TOP of their bed, too?

I don’t know about you but I sometimes like to. With a blanket on. Defeats the purpose really but then again, quirky one = me. But after a few mins of deciding that it’s going to be cold sleeping on top of my bed, I decide to clamber under the duvet.

Also. I sleep with two pillows but one of my friends sleeps with theee. Isn’t three a crowd? With two pillows my neck is comfortable but with three I’m sure it’d be stretching my neck out to giraffe lengths! Imagine the neck ache in the morning. On the plus side, you’re one pillow closer to sitting upright whilst you wake up.

Also, we all do one sit-up per day. We all don’t recognise this. But when we wake up, we do a complete sit up to get out of bed. That’s 365 sit ups a year. Without even knowing. (Although, now you know)

I’m rambling. As us Brits would say, “talking bollocks” or “talking a load of shit” but you know…Someone has to do it, I guess?

Hope this post makes you smile – even a quarter of a smile, or a smirk – I’ll take that. Or a laugh, Either is cool. But I hope it makes you think that their are quirky people in this world with their own traits – even if it’s sleeping or a commentary from their bed!

I’m now going to sleep off this cough. Oh by the way, had a coughing fit on the phone to my auntie earlier SO MUCH that I couldn’t even say “I’m having a coughing fit!” On the phone so put the phone down – she thought I was choking – called back to check if I was ok, I answered,  I couldn’t answer in words so just coughed in hope that she’d understand that I had been talking so fast that my tongue had malfunctioned between laughing and talking to her that I literally could not stop coughing – yep, embarrassing and highly do not recommend it. I’ve been making sure that I’m talking slower since so that it doesn’t happen again!

Happens to us all.

Anyway, back to saying goodnight.

Again, this is not one of my normal posts – this is kinda like a note within a diary. Take it as you will.

Lots of love, (my fireball feet are now thanking me for allowing them air!)

Zoe. X

Paws of a Lioness

Her paws. The palms bounced

to and fro on the climbing rocks,

Claws intact, slightly overgrown

and worn. Senior years, I’d assume

But what defines age? Her eyes

had a spritz of youth sprayed into

the marble spheres. She saw me.

I stared back. My eyes had creases

at the sides. Hypocrisy pinged the

moment for that second, and I

knew that she’d see me as the

steak of all desires – a feast to

herself – who could blame her?

She’s an animal.

I saw the enclosure cage her wild

instinct. She once screamed to be

free, but now, she lost the fight

within her roaring soul to even

think about running on African


And as beautiful as she was, and

as grateful as I was to see such a

glorious creature, this was not the

chosen way of seeing her, like this,

Because it was not the life she chose for her and her feline paws.