Dreams

I have had many weird dreams. The one that sticks in my mind the most is the one in which my dad is locked in a building site and I am about 9, and I am looking at him through a small window. I try to get in but I can't seem to find any doors or windows which will open. I then over hear two agents say there is a bomb in the building. I scream to my dad to try and warn him, but its no use he does not hear. Then all of a sudden the bomb goes off and I am blown back. The next thing I know is I'm standing in the rubble of the building site shouting for my dad. Then I wake up. How messed up is that !!

Poetry By Rosy George

Lies are like maggots eating the eyes

Eating away from the inside out

Filling to worms and bugs of disease

Sung in despair you watch the poison

Skin crawling, moving away

Trap in your anger they move

Ants crawling, just crawly

Skin red, eyes gone 

Fear spreading, life fading

Winds changing, bugs flying

Worms crawling, skin eroding

Eyes gone, mind frozen  

By Rosy George

Being Gay/ exceptence

It has come to my attention that even political MPs still can not except people who choose to be gay. I mean what century do they live in. Everyone has the right to fall in love with whoever they want, whether its two girls or two boys. I mean seriously people we are living in an age where acceptance should be without question !