Rain In The Woods Tears full from the sky from the grey eyes of the sky. Boat cupping leaves catching water as rain drops dribled over the sides. Mud softing under my footsteps, drowing my boots in over lapping mud as I left my imprinted previous footsteps to overflow with rain water. Jeans superglued tightly to my legs with a blouse see through to my skin. Hair tangled like washed up seaweed on a hostile beach. Tip of my nose cold loke my fingers that clenched into my palms for warmth. With my arms folded across my chest I begin to see my tent near by, however, being soaked through it'll do.

School (how It Is For Me) Monday You don't want to leave the bed, sun shinning in through the blinds as you throw back the covers to welcome in the coldness, instantly regretting you let the heat escape. Slowly the day unfolds and you're soon back in bed. Tuesday Almost half way through the week and you are sitting a double lesson in maths next to a person you rather not know. A little voice in your head quitely shouting 'help me'. Wednesday Half way there and people are starting to aggitate you, stealing your pens and paper as you run your hands stressfully through your hair. Thursday You can't be bothered any more, just sitting there like it's nap time again in nuresery. Friday Finally, you're egar to get the day ended, getting sweets to help you through the day, getting caught once or twice still not stoping you as the week finally ends.

Dangling Spider Clinging to invisably string that stretched from wall to wall. My belly facing the ceilling as i awaited my next meal to meet his unfortunate fate. Small fangs itching to puncher some skeleton skin, to encircle the doomed creature until it can not breath no more. Dangerously, living in the mundanes home as an uninvited roommate as they go about their daily lives. Soon they'll notice me, freak out and rush to another room to soon return with a long cylender thingy that eats everything in front of its trunk. Loud, to loud, that roared louder then cats which roamed the tall field of green blades. Or maybe they'll get the thin dead collection of trees and squash me dead into the corner- hope not.

Beach Stones ( The Horror Of Them) Arms out like unstable plane wings Hips shaking as if an earthquake struck Adventuring over the stones My feet feel like their walking on blunt sharp thorns Toes crunching a curl inwards Little wet stones were pucled up in my feets grip Jumping a stretching leap onto the fine sand Toes stretching out as they buried themselves Walking towards the sea as I left footprints behind

Velvet Sky It's getting dark And my eyes are staring up at the stars Stars that sparkle like glitter in the reflection of my mirroring eyes Satellites racing across the night velvet sky as fake shooting stars