that deserts are cold,

and grass is red,

and all humans evolved

from the un-dead,

And why is every answer clear,

Wait...

Was that wrong, 

deserts are un-dead...

 

 

for hours days always walking,

over hills through the rain,

any dark and stormy night,

because it means the world to,

to go on that freedom walk.

the rights of life,

justice of the humans,

we our prepared,

and we walk after our bones break.

and always following in the steps of Mandela

and we will walk today.

images ran round

3d objects fell flat on there faces and became 2d

dimensions collided and universes had gravity and kept falling forever

clouds became colourful objects moved on there own accord

and the stars fell one by one.

Then my eyes rolled forward and I woke up to find Mr Aduj staring at me

"Lets get back to maths"

A truth that fibs again

A double dealing lie

A poem that’s fraud

A fake personality

A man without pass

Yet skipping countries borders

He travelled by sea

Cheating the police of state

Machiavellian man

Wonderer of night

He poetesses past every house

The witching hour is present

And starts the day anew

I was downstairs and my father was staring at me as I was eating dinner with no expression on his face. He then walked slowly and heavily upstairs his feet bashing the carpet as he plodded up. Then the lights went off. So I ran upstairs but there was a lift there instead I jumped and was about to press the button but there wasn't one and I flew up and I crashed into my room I felt my face there was a large splinter of glass in it and blood was dripping onto the floor. I jumped into bed but I noticed the objects around my room were disappearing I ran back to lift and got in my heart was beating like a brass band drum. then the lift just fell and kept falling forever it seemed going on then I heard the ground coming near the doors were looked so I was trapped inside I didn’t know what to do then I forced myself to wake up and came to my senses. I survived. I was awake

I was downstairs and my father was staring at me as I was eating dinner with no expression on his face. He then walked slowly and heavily upstairs his feet bashing the carpet as he plodded up. Then the lights went off. So I ran upstairs but there was a lift there instead I jumped and was about to press the button but there wasn't one and I flew up and I crashed into my room I felt my face there was a large splinter of glass in it and blood was dripping onto the floor. I jumped into bed but I noticed the objects around my room were disappearing I ran back to lift and got in my heart was beating like a brass band drum. then the lift just fell and kept falling forever it seemed going on then I heard the ground coming near the doors were looked so I was trapped inside I didn’t know what to do then I forced myself to wake up and came to my senses. I survived. I was awake

On a cold and dark morning late in February when ghost stories would be told at number 402 pitcher street, I opened my window and outside there was a man and woman the man was black and the woman white. And the man had a black coat with fur round the brim and the woman had a coat patch with crocodile leather jacket a complete pure white. and in the small glare of the lamppost in the middle of the couple, there came a lightning flash and the woman no more a human but a snappy reptile. and the man a fierce wild cat the king of the jungle. Beasts I called them monsters.

and glare at me they did, I drew back and fell, but was caught by my aunt. I got up again a opened the window but the only movement was a rustle in the leaves.

Then 15 years later I was on the over ground reading the paper and I thought I saw them sitting next to each other and reading books. I walked over but then they saw me and it suddenly was black as the train drew into tunnel, I saw a flash of lighting. the train came out of the tunnel but they were not sitting there. al that was left were books I sat down and picked them up they had blank covers but I looked inside and as I read it I figured out what it was. it was an reinterpretation of Romeo and Juliet but with the gangs as crocodiles and lions. And in it there were two scenes were I appeared the last one was with me here reading it what would happen next...