Hi emily!
if your reading this
that means you have made it through my crappy poems! hahaha
well good for you lol
anyway the next step is simple
i see that (or i hope) you are reading this on tuesday
well i predict that there is something wierd about the chair you will sit in this afternoon
it won't feel right
keep an eye on it
it could be the key
that means you have made it through my crappy poems! hahaha
well good for you lol
anyway the next step is simple
i see that (or i hope) you are reading this on tuesday
well i predict that there is something wierd about the chair you will sit in this afternoon
it won't feel right
keep an eye on it
it could be the key
The Story of a Fudge
A block of fudge was sitting at a table
It was no ordinary fudge
It was a special fudge
It was the answer to the world beyond
A key to the unknown
Yet no one knew of the fudge's ultimate purpose
It was treated as if it was another ordinary fudge
The fudge felt sad
It decided to run away before it got eaten
So he jumped off the table and called for help
Mr Rat was a hunter
He would snatch anything possible off the ground
Yet Mr Rat didn't eat the fudge because he knew there was something special about it
He took the fudge outside
The fudge thanked him and Mr Rat went back to his normal life
Outside there was a carriage waiting for the fudge
The fudge hopped on and the carriage took him to the next world
This filled the fudge with great excitement
He was off to his next destination
THE END
It was no ordinary fudge
It was a special fudge
It was the answer to the world beyond
A key to the unknown
Yet no one knew of the fudge's ultimate purpose
It was treated as if it was another ordinary fudge
The fudge felt sad
It decided to run away before it got eaten
So he jumped off the table and called for help
Mr Rat was a hunter
He would snatch anything possible off the ground
Yet Mr Rat didn't eat the fudge because he knew there was something special about it
He took the fudge outside
The fudge thanked him and Mr Rat went back to his normal life
Outside there was a carriage waiting for the fudge
The fudge hopped on and the carriage took him to the next world
This filled the fudge with great excitement
He was off to his next destination
THE END
Half term
depressing....whole week of nothingness
can't move just look into an empty space
nothing to do
no one to talk to
but then I felt something
something was looking at me
what is it?
it was a bird
he perched outside cleaning his beak
he looked at me and i looked at him
but the moment soon went and he fled away
and i was all alone again
can't move just look into an empty space
nothing to do
no one to talk to
but then I felt something
something was looking at me
what is it?
it was a bird
he perched outside cleaning his beak
he looked at me and i looked at him
but the moment soon went and he fled away
and i was all alone again
Story Of a Strange Man
on one mystical night, a strange man arrived in a small small town
the people who lived in the town had never known a man so strange
it was the time of great celebration in the town
but the strange man would never celebrate
he would stand out in the dark as if lost
how very strange indeed
he would look up to the sleepy moon night after night
nobody knew what he was thinking
the moonlight would shine through his eyes like a window
the strange man created a sense of unease amongst the town people
they were dying to know where he came from and what he wanted from them
so the man decided to leave the small small town
holdig a big heavy sack he did not bring with him
an eerie quiet fell over the town
......as if no man had ever lived there before.....
the people who lived in the town had never known a man so strange
it was the time of great celebration in the town
but the strange man would never celebrate
he would stand out in the dark as if lost
how very strange indeed
he would look up to the sleepy moon night after night
nobody knew what he was thinking
the moonlight would shine through his eyes like a window
the strange man created a sense of unease amongst the town people
they were dying to know where he came from and what he wanted from them
so the man decided to leave the small small town
holdig a big heavy sack he did not bring with him
an eerie quiet fell over the town
......as if no man had ever lived there before.....
everybody goes home everyday.
but i just stay in the art room. no where to go
but i don't feel that this is my home
do i belong somewhere else?
when everybody goes and the lights are off
the cleaners disappeared
and i was all alone
but no one to talk to. sarah's gone
she's the only one who talks to me. but everday, when the clock ticks to 3;30 she goes away and leaves me alone
i hate being alone
i don't want her to go
she's the only one who talkes to me
but i just stay in the art room. no where to go
but i don't feel that this is my home
do i belong somewhere else?
when everybody goes and the lights are off
the cleaners disappeared
and i was all alone
but no one to talk to. sarah's gone
she's the only one who talks to me. but everday, when the clock ticks to 3;30 she goes away and leaves me alone
i hate being alone
i don't want her to go
she's the only one who talkes to me
food....
it looks so nice
everyday i see people eating something nice
so i decided to try it out
sarah gave me a bite
but i don't have lips like everybody else
i can't swollow like everbody else
so i can't eat like everybody else
the pie just fell on the floor and smashed into pieces
everyday i see people eating something nice
so i decided to try it out
sarah gave me a bite
but i don't have lips like everybody else
i can't swollow like everbody else
so i can't eat like everybody else
the pie just fell on the floor and smashed into pieces
FRANCIS!
Sarah's frinds made me a friend! francis they called her......i love talking to her and her eyes are beautful
she is like me. she feels the same way
i went outside again today.....but nobody seemed to notice me
i delibrately walked into a crowd to get noticed
but they just made way and walked away
gutted.....
sarah wants me to stop going outside
at least not when people are out.
she's hiding something.....is it because she wants to protect me?
but the world is so beautiful
can it be THAT bad?
i don't know....
i delibrately walked into a crowd to get noticed
but they just made way and walked away
gutted.....
sarah wants me to stop going outside
at least not when people are out.
she's hiding something.....is it because she wants to protect me?
but the world is so beautiful
can it be THAT bad?
i don't know....
so this is what they look like
they have skin
they have hair
they have arms
they have legs
they use language to communicate
but i don't have them
they don't wear masks
they don't have a black cloak
thay don't sit on a chair
they don't they don't
but i do
but i stand on the same soil and i share the same world. so why am i so diffrent? arn;t i also living and brathing as they do? arn't i part of this wold.....?
they have skin
they have hair
they have arms
they have legs
they use language to communicate
but i don't have them
they don't wear masks
they don't have a black cloak
thay don't sit on a chair
they don't they don't
but i do
but i stand on the same soil and i share the same world. so why am i so diffrent? arn;t i also living and brathing as they do? arn't i part of this wold.....?
hiding
i see people walking
i see people talking
so this is what people are
shall i go or shall i stay?
no, wait stay! to0 scared to come out and talk
just stay in the bush
i see people talking
so this is what people are
shall i go or shall i stay?
no, wait stay! to0 scared to come out and talk
just stay in the bush
First step
hey look!
whats that?
WHAT IS THAT?
whats this?
hey look!
how did that get there?
its so beautiful
WHAT A BEAUTIFUL WORLD!
whats that?
WHAT IS THAT?
whats this?
hey look!
how did that get there?
its so beautiful
WHAT A BEAUTIFUL WORLD!
SARAH
that was her name.
sarah
she brought me here.
my creator......
we talked. we talked for a long time. as If we always have done.
the sun will come up and come down
and we just spent our time in that room.
I sat next to her and used to listen to all those stories she used to tell me
I became more and more increasingly curiouse about the world outside that door
it scared me
but at the same time i knew i had to open the door
Where am I?
I seem to be sitting on a chair in a very strange room.
where is this place? colours everywhere!
paints, paintbrushes, papers, canvases, pots and cans
Am I in a art room?
Who is that girl?
where is this place? colours everywhere!
paints, paintbrushes, papers, canvases, pots and cans
Am I in a art room?
Who is that girl?
The wierd dream
I just woke up from a very wierd dream indeed.
I was a part of someone's spirit.
That somebody seemed really femilier......i wonder who it is
Then suddenly a big bright light shined and a hand came out form no where
It was a friendly hand
So I decided to grab it tight and leave that place
And when i woke up
My name was Timothy Hartlet
I was a part of someone's spirit.
That somebody seemed really femilier......i wonder who it is
Then suddenly a big bright light shined and a hand came out form no where
It was a friendly hand
So I decided to grab it tight and leave that place
And when i woke up
My name was Timothy Hartlet
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