Morning Coffee

So, I pay for WordPress, so I may as well use it.

I think I’m going to write every morning before work or University so that ideas, thoughts and poetry are ‘fresh’ in my head (so to speak).

At the moment, I have work today, I’m working in Bradford and I’m looking forward t it: I have previous success in Bradford and I think I’m going to do well. For the last few weeks I’ve done really badly in securing sign-ups and I’m unsure why; I think it’s stress.

I had an interview yesterday with Ricoh for a ‘Campus Ambassador’ position and I think I did okay in the interview, but only okay.

I really want to make this a very personal blog, something that I can really sink my teeth into: a publishing stage for my poetry; a thinking ground for my philosophy; an exhibition for my photography; a diary for my thoughts.

At the moment, I’m sitting here, with my favourite Pokemon mug that changes with heat. I’ve got a nice black coffee and it’s about 8/9 degrees out. It feels nice. I need to make my lunch and I need to finish my presentation for university for Monday: it’s on Dear Boy by Emily Berry on a poem called The Way You Do At the End of Plays; really good poem: might post it onto here with some little bits of analysis at the end of the day.

In the Xbox clan, we’ve had a rework of ourselves: we’re now ‘Metric’ (my new GT is Metric Drummo). I actually really like it: we want to be professional R6 players. Realistically, I don’t think it will happen but the plausibility is definitely there.

‘Morning Coffee’ is a really good title for a poem. I think I’ll use it on a later date.

For some reason, I think that University feels as though it can’t rely on me as much anymore; probably because I haven’t been as reliable. I think I’m just being paranoid about that, though.


Everything is great with B (I’m preserving her name for anonymity), she is coping really well at the moment and I appreciate the effort that she’s currently making. Last night I caught her humming to herself and gave her a huge scare, it was pretty funny.

I’m worried about how she feels about our relationship sometimes and if she’s with me because we live together or because she really wants this to work. We argue a lot about silly little things; nothing major, but enough to matter, but by the end of it we always make the effort to make up.

I always try to make her talk about things and see how she feels, but she’s not very good at talking, which is fine, but I wish she’d talk.

At the end of the day, I don’t think I will ever stop loving her. She is the woman who I want to marry.

I love her.

Author: Richard Barton

Hopeful blogger and precarious poet: I try my best to take some good photos, too.

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