I once knew a girl called fly
A magical girl
One that could fly high,
Higher than the clouds,
Higher than the moon,
Higher than the planets,
Higher than the glazing sun,
Even higher than the highest things ,
Thoughts thoughts millions of them,
You'd be surprised to see all of them floating around you,
But when fly flew through the wondrous clouds,
Bunches of foamy fluffed shapes formed like candy floss,
Up until the highest thoughts,
From Tazmanian clouds to words on the page of a book,
fly died that day,
she never returned home,
her family was sick of worry,
years later her mother followed her little fly in death,
Her father and little brother Miikey, lived for a while but soon Miikey got stabbed with an axe by accident by an old man in the forrest chopping trees,
fly's father was the only one left, he soon died of old age at the age of 106,
soon enough people started to talk about fly's family,
thy said wow look at that kite fly,
fly was proud of that,
and now from this day people talk about fly,
some even say if you sit on the top of the highet hill in high vally on the night the moon is full and at i's highest point you may see a glimps of fly flying through the dead winter night  sky.

bess was her name,
she had soft pale skin,
scarlet red lips,
blushed pinky cheeks,
her hair long and silky,
her smile as if the sun had just ripened a mango,
well it used to be,
she no longer smiled for nothing seemed to make her happy,
from the largest mansions to the smallest flowers,
but none of it pleased her,
she no longer had friends,
after all no one wants to be with a miserable person,
she did have one secret that she was forever forbidden to tell,
No one knows to this day,
where bess is,
or her strange secret,
but just one person knows,
the mindkeeper knows,
but the mindkeeper is too hidden,
in the place not a living soul dares to go,
in a place with more and more  filling the place every time.

I sat by the window and stared,
I stared for a while,
as I stared I saw something,
a slight glimpse of something,
something I had seen before,
but I couldn't remember where,
something unreal,
it started with autumn coloured  flames glazing angrily at me,
staring me right in the eye,
it scared me for a moment,
but then I realised it was just a cluster of honey dripping from and empty hollow tree.
I turned away and sipped my tea loudly,
wait a minute HONNEY DRIPPING FROM A HOLLOW TREE ?
I don't have a hollow tree in my garden
I turned back around and there it was,
I put on my shoes and my coat,
I wrapped my scarf around my neck and slipped outside,
As I got closer to the tree at the end of the garden,
My house and garden seemed to be disappearing behind me,
Though i did not pay any attention to what was behind me,
Only to what my eyes could see,
i was soon lost in my imagination,
the best place to be...

The sun breaks through the fiery autumn leaves,
Grabbing them with it's manny rays of blinding lights,
The wind blows waving them  furiously,
Creating kaleidoscopic shapes and colours on my greenhouse sky,
I pour some soothing steamy tea and fill myself with warmth,
The steam rises creating droplets of cool water that drizzles down towards the ledge,
The clouds form a tea *** within the dissolving sky.
I think to myself what autumn means to me.

What do you expect from life,
I do wonder,
Life does confuse me,
And helps me think,
It makes up my mind for me,
But sometimes my brain seems to sink,

What do you expect from life,
I do wonder,
I don't expect much,
As life is a compartment of it's own,
Life seems to ponder upon me it always seems to grab clutch,
sometimes it tends to make me moan,

What do you expect from life,
I do wonder,
Life isn't always hidden but isn't always shown,
sometimes it's in the wind and the warm summer's breeze,
You can find it in a fish pond or even in art each different color's tone,
sometimes it slips into your tongue and mouth slipping words out with ease,

What do you expect from life,
I do wonder,
It's probably something yet UNKNOWN......

it lives at the deepest,darkest point ,
it breathes angrily,
it slithers and crawls,
no one dares to enter it's lair,
it's shadows creep,
plunging teeth sharp and yellow,
gooey sticky saliva,
it dribbles onto the floor and rocks,
no one has seen it since,
but it's name lives out the durations of time.

the burning in my lungs,
the drilling in my heart,
the pain in my legs,
wobbling to and fro ,
bruises pinning my arms,
crackles snapping my spine,
my face scared with agony,
my nose dribbles with blood,
my eyes breathing with rage,
trying to focus but not grabbing grip,
my hair falling out and the remains tangled,knotted,
teeth gritted with dreaded terror,
skin blotched with dirt and exhaustion,
slowly being torn,
all life invisible from any type of view or sound,
the only way through feel and thought,
thoughts of  madness,
hell to think of,
there was no way of stopping myself,
no way of killing the strain in by body,
feeling ache and horror
tears flooding down my face,
beings staring angrily,
not knowing how to feel...........

petal by petal
leaf by leaf
floating,fluttering
spinning,twirling
drifting swiftly
crackling,blazing
rough,smooth
what am i?

Everyone was laughing
tell me about the days
when each duckling would be blue when the rivers were calm and still
butterflies fluttered delicately in the faint evening light
grass swayed in the warm summer breeze
flowers bloomed,trees blossomed
laughter and joy filled the wonderful place

Until the wars began

since then the sky was grey
the place was miserable,no one was happy.
Flowers crumbled to ashes
homeless begged for food and money.
Children wept
the place was silent
A large black wooden door creaked open
terror,madness,crime,sadness.
All the thoughts and feelings that would pollute the world even more
but this time with words and ponders
an angry storm rolled the earth
causing hurricanes,earthquakes,erupting volcanoes,tsunamis
affecting people's own lives
children got crushed, parents lost their children
the earth gets thrown and tumbled into space

who's laughing now?
screams replaced laughter long ago
a raindrop falls from the brown shriveled leaf
it breaks it's drop on the grey cobbled stone floor.

Dead love
dead darkness
dead breeze
dead wind
dead shadows
dead pins
dead dreams  
Dead love