Modern Law Raise his law. Step forward. Be at one With peace. Don't fight back Just relax Killing makes You weak. Please don't. I retreat. I didn't ask For this. Pull me back Push me on Oh peace I will miss. Stop. Please. Congratulate me. What for? I did not win. I did not smile. Throughout This thoughtless War.

Alcoholic I must say its scary, how people talk Their voices rasping, like a blackboard on chalk. Loud and announcing, secretly weak Why must you take me, where eyes leak? Their loud cries, and brief attempts To make their lives a bit less content And now I feel my voice raising As I ask for another, another grazing Why is it hard? Why must I be free? Can you not see what is happening to me? It drives me crazy Around the bend They say I'm mad But you're my friend Aren't you?

Auto-correct. If I left a sentence up to auto correct, this is how it would go: It would convert my hello to bell. Then my Sheila to shoelace. My Ana to Bob, because the letters are close Then my fancy to face. My going to goo goo Then the simplest to to triceratops What? My the is now thesaurus My cinema is now flip flops. So in all, auto correct is crap. Now what I've sent my friend reads: Bell shoelace bob face goo goo triceratops thesaurus flip flops?

Change Change cannot be changed. It stays the same. You cannot prevent change. Even when you think you've got it, you've cracked the parents, The Change Express stops at your station and dings the bell which rings out; Yes. Go to Wales.

Autumn Once again, as autumn comes upon us, our lines of shoes, my winter soldiers, find their way to your door. How do you cope, autumn? As your leaves turn brown and the sun fades away ever so slightly, behind a misty cloud, leaving cold, confused faces behind. The dappled sunlight does not wake me anymore. Instead wakes me much sooner your cold, icy breath, as I wrap myself in a flurry of blankets that you wish to freeze. The ivy creeps slowly up the cracked paint and each singular leaf turns crimson in turn, tired, dreamy, caught in a thought as they fall to the ground. Each raindrop boasts bigger. Forming the annual water park for the many ants and insects crawling around below. Now I sleep listening to a storm. Slowly drifting as I pay my listening to your lullaby. How I will miss you, Autumn.