That feeling you get When you wake up From a trance Or a pleasant dream When you realise That you have been blind And blinkered That you have made a fool out of yourself And behaved like an idiot That everything you've ever known Isn't real And that all your dreams Will come to nothing

Why do I care so much about fictional things? Why do I cry for shadows of people? Why do I believe in imaginings? Why do I love people who only exist in a few pages of text? Why does it matter to me when someone speaks against a scribble on a page? Why do I worship half people? Why are stories so powerful? Why do they influence my actions daily? Why do I even want to know?

Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock... The sound of a clock. The sound of time. It's so constant. So fixed. It will never change. Time will always keep ticking. No matter what happens to the rest of the world there will always be time. Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock... The sound that dominates our world. We have to keep moving. If we feel like stopping and just giving up we say to ourselves 'oh but I need to be here at whatever time' or 'that needs to be done by then' Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock... Our whole live is run by time and it's laws. But what is time just stopped... Tick tock, tick........ What would happen to this world and it's inhabitants if time just stopped. Like a watch that had run down its battery......

Gytrash The gytrash, As black as night Rode over the hills and dales It's enormous towering shape Dwarfed tall trees as through the dark it sales Will it find a traveller? Or a wonderer on this road? Someone who he can confuse And send wondering up the path that they just rode He had been doing this for years This creature of the night Hiding and jumping out to give travellers a fright He was naughty by nature That was all He enjoyed causing mischief And having a ball!

Olympic #poem Run, jump Throw, play Will the record be broken today? Row, fight Ride, hit Our one's winning! That one's flagging a bit! Bronze, silver Maybe gold! This sporting will never get old! Jess, Mo Tom, Chris Can you feel the country's bliss? Feel the energy Listen to the crowd Come on you British! Do our country proud!