A ll but gross P wnage all the way P lacing #life's meaning L ovely taste E njoy eating P uhleez! I ndulgent E very one loves it!

Tonight We are young So we'll set the world on fire We can burn brighter Than the sun Tonight

I open my eyes to see A bright light on me It was bright like a star In the sky, very far Blood stains appeared Down my cheek ran a tear I blurted out questions Do I have an infection? The infection didn't help That infection of hell WHO am I? WHERE am I? Everyday I asked, And more blood would appear I... Am... A chubby bunny with rainbow cutey pie ears pooping out candy. Moral: (things aren't always gonna turn out how you expected)

When I was about 6, I would hardly ever go to sleep. The only place I slept was in the car; my mum would tell me we were going to visit her friend's house when really we were just driving around the block. Just me being me, I instantly fell asleep. <3 Like all kids, I loved toy shops and every time we passed one, I would straight away walk into it. My parents would walk in too (obviously) and begin to talk to me. I was thinking why the fuck are you talking to me while I'm testing out the new roller blades. But the trick was, the conversation distracted me from the toys. While they were talking to me, they would slowly walk out the door so I would follow them, forgetting all about the roller blades or TMNT dynamite pencils or whatever the fuck. Now that is some funny parenting <3

Poetry, Dead by michelle Some people say that the Internet has killed poetry. But it hasn't. It might not be leaping out of pens and staining paper but it is flowing through every byte, wire and network. Reaching all corners of the world never thought possible before. Poetry is far from dead. Poetry is well. Pulsating.