When Once When once there was a summer, breeze, There now falls to be, little below a gasp of air, No stronger than a mouse's sneeze. When once the waves raged up so high, There now falls to sigh, Little below a small raindrop, No greater than a wolf cub cry. When once the birds all sang there song, There now falls to a wrong, Little below the wind's soft call, No more beautiful than the end of fall.

Types Of Silence There exist three types of silence: The deep constant silence that is inaudible until you look for it, like shadows in an on going summers day. The next type is its transcient counterpart, that rises and falls like the waves on a sea, that comes and goes like the wind, and that plays the melody most familar to your ear. The last silence belongs to you, and you only. Its there when you go to sleep, when you're trapped in deep though and just before you make decisions. You know the kind I'm talking about. Silence can be beautiful, we should never forget that.

Writers have never been good at math. #sixwordstory

You And The Sun If I knew then what I know now, I would know to point to the sun and say 'I drew that for you, you can tell because it creases in rain'. I would tell you that I built it for you in my tool shed and although you may not see it all the time, know that it is still there; like a scratch card, scrape away the grey sky and you're left in awe. Or two lemons and a cherry... Speaking of fruit, who was the first to say, 'that waxy brightly coloured shape hanging from that plant looks like it should be eaten...' But plants are beautiful. Stem from the root of belief to grow with help from the sun much like us. And I'm going to be the one to say 'I drew that for you, you can tell because it creases in rain'. Bring a smile to your day. Believe in beauty not pain and know that you are like that plant. Growing with help from the sun or otherwise me.

And Finally I Saw You didn't come home, we were all worried sick. Your brother had an idea of where you could be so I grabbed my torch, put on my coat and went out. And when I finally saw you, you were leant against a wall. I thought thank god! She's alive and with us but then I saw the kitchen knife next to you. And blood so so much blood. And I ran. I ran but there was nothin I could do. I was holding you in my arms and all I could do was run but there was nothing I could do! You were already gone