i feel a darkness growing inside me, what started off as something way over the boundries of my moral playing field has invaded the field of my mind and heart, i cannot fight its

an angel she fell from high up above, when she burned her wings tersely collecting some love, from the stars it seems that she flew far too near, she fell... i saw...she was hurt i did fear,

Inventor I was thinking of things I could invent Something for people to use I came up with a thing called shatnav Helping drivers to find nearest loos I developed a robot doll called lazy

Army I don’t want to join the army I like my hair long I already keep myself fit And killing strangers is shit I have no desire to be angry I cannot be taught to hate

With the excess love Of my overflowing heart I will fashion us a new one A heart for me and you I will hold it colse to me Never wavering, Never faultering Never missing a single beat

recent thoughts do fade away, i struggle to remember yesterday, what i ate for breakfast or where i went, memories sucked from an old mans mind vent, yet though i may be old and frail,

A book written by a sixteen year old about sixteen year old's!

sleep beckons with persuasive invite, its cradling arms devour my sight, things become veiled, a bleary zone, sounds merge and become dulcet in tone, NO.....my mind snaps back this now,