people are so boring around here
that is it!
i hate their little routeens day and day out
sarah doesn't even notice me anymore so i'm running away
somewhere nice
anywhere....somewhere better than here

....and watching....


in hiding.....


There's a new girl in town "the post-it note girl"!




rules rules rules!




can she even see me?




she plays with her new toys ALL the time
is she bored of me?
oh sarah please, i'm right behind you!

.........

she has new friends now.......

It all started with a FURBY


i hate him....
every pain in my heart is constantly there but who is there to care?

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

THE HUMANS THE HUMANS THE HUMANS THE HUMANS
THE HUMANS ARE COMING

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

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

Its me! all 4 of them


can i cry?

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.....
rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

LISTEN TO ME

MY NAME IS TIMOTHY HARTLET!!
nobody came to see me today....
where did everyone go?
i was in an empty room all bymyself

where did everyone go?

It didn't work out....




people say i'm not real
but i'm not invisible

what do they mean?

they see me and what is so not real about me?
its always raining here
i always have my unbrella
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

gifts!


look at my new mask as well!


look at my new hat!

Sarah gave me her favourite hat!

she gave me a gift!
hey stop that!

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
ouch!

hello? HELLO? can you see me?


but then francis's mask fell off
and her cloak lost life

so she was gone

she came as a surprise and went like a wind

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 like to listen to him playing the piano....


sarah told me a secret
a secret that i will never tell
so i told her a secret
a secret she will never tell
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.....?


???

where did my leg go!?
somebody try to attack me today......
they tried to knock me over because i was in their way
but i'm not a "Thing"
i'm not an object!
but they treat me like one.....
is there somehitng wrong with me?
sarah defended me and asked them to go away
but words sometimes hurt more

it

they called me

it....

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

SNOW!

where is everyone?
they are in class
sarah tells me
CLASS?
what is that
am i in a school?

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!
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?

zrlgikjhdrgjdrhg

where are you taking me?

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