What's Wrong? Sometimes people approach me and ask me what's wrong. And I say: "Nothing." But in reality what I'm really thinking is... "NOTHING IS FREAKING WRONG!!! TAKE A HINT PEOPLE!!! "

Your Last Goodbye Saying I can't do it, Proving me wrong; Are all these things true? Because I'm not fond. You make a joke You don't really care But hasn't it struck you ? How well I fare? I try to speak I try to reply But have you never noticed? How much I die? Won't take anymore I refuse to cry Can't stop me now Your last Goodbye

ATTENTIONseekers "To all attention-seekers... Stop critisising people-it's rude." Said the criticising attention-seeker who couldn't spell 'criticising'.

What'll I write? I don't know where I should start... I'll try writing from my heart? Maybe writing dragons and dreams? My ears are literally emitting steam! The Ozone layer? Polar bears? No! I'll write something very rare! But where will I start? Where'll I begin? At this rate there might not even be a fin! I wish imagination would break free, before I tire and want to flee...

I walked into a paradise Where day was black And night was white. I saw all sorts of beautiful things Like fairy rings And butterfly wings. The creatures residing in the world Looked as if they were in a trance And started to chant and hum,sing and dance. It was like I was dreaming But soon I had started believing More and more the time I spent In that place turned precious as it went. But then I heard my mother call 'Dinner, but don't run down or you'll fall.' So I recorded my fable And kept it neatly on the table Along with my pen And it was rated a ten!