Screw.

Screw it, I've got writer's block again...

Oh God...(1)

ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Writer's block....

Thanks For Coming To The Show.

He held the white tablets in his hand and he squeezed tight. His pants were down, he had fallen off the toilet seat in a desperate attempt to get some toilet paper...

"How pathetic." he grumbled as he downed the pills with a sip of tap water. He groaned.

He looked at the label on the packed, he went down to the ingredients- 'Paracetamol' it read. He didn't bother reading the amount of grams. It didn't matter, he just needed some in his system.

He led himself out of the bathroom and collapsed into a tired heap on his bed. He picked up his phone and looked at the message. He sighed, he knew what he had to do. His birthday was tomorrow, he needed to tell her before the day came. It was time to change into his future.

He cried, it was his decision but he cried.

He wouldn't see his friends again, his family again.

He wouldn't see himself again.

After January it would be the end.

He allowed himself one more thought, one more monologue before he would sleep.

He whispered solemnly, but contently:

"Love you all, thanks for coming to the show. Sorry it's time to go. I need to do it for the greater good of humanity, I need to go do things, discover more, save anyone and everyone. It's because I love you all that I'm going to never see you again. At least you'll have The Scientist, so long Player, so long."

He looked sadly at his stuffed animals and wiped his tears.

"Paul, John... Goodnight."

Unknown Emotion...

Okay so I was in bad patch last year (yes... a tiny bit DID have to do with this girl I really liked;it's not my ex so I'm not telling you who it was but it was mostly me) so I wrote this crap poem (only later to discover that Mr. Haggar has been marking BEFORE I came to M.a.P...damn.


My blood spills, a river of broken promises
My head hurts like a thousand goodbyes
My heart beats as slowly as my emotions build
I reach for contentment, yet I cannot find it
I feel the world around me and note my flawed Science
I look at death and it reminds me:
The only thing I always wanted was not knowledge
Was not life
Was not love
But resolve
Resolve to keep searching for new questions
So that I could then use knowledge as an answer
And then define my answers with love
So I stand up and smile
At least let's go away for a while
I feel yellow
And I walk away, content


THIS IS THE EDITED VERSION. PROMISE TO POST SOMETHING GOOD TOMORROW.

I Want To Hold Your Hand.

Need I say more?

Virtual Chocolate - Go On, Take a Bite. (Mmmm...Virtual...)

It's for you Haadiya- All I can say (quoted from the words of another) is "Sorry."

Okay, I'm a dog, I'm a hypocrite
And there's plenty of reason to have a fit
I know you're mad
I know I'm bad
Especially considering what I'm worth
If you wondering, I mean dirt
I'm not the good person, I'm not fair
Despite that kindness you share
I'm a jerk
I'm broken toy
I don't work
But you're different, you're a light
And I'm not even worth your sight
You're the type of light that dispells-
All the darkness and everyone tells-
You how great you are
You know you're a star
I'm not right
You're the light
I'm waiting for day you stop your fight
You don't need to but you do
I couldn't care less but I do
But it doesn't matter
As long as I'm not putting a smile on your face
As long as I disgrace your grace
Then obviously I'm not worth your time
I'm worse than sour, just a lime
But you're sweet not bitter
So I'm sorry for being the rubbish-the litter

Stop Planning

When I'm bored and tired, my writing sucks...

Drop the compass, throw away the map

You can't find the Earth if you can't find yourself

You're nowhere if you're not somewhere,

And if you are somewhere, it isn't anywhere without someone special

You can't smile if there's nothing worth smiling for

But if you can read this, there's plenty to smile about

But plenty about to shout as well

I've got a question for you before I stop my planning, my scheming 

I just want to know that if I fell

That perhaps you might catch me

Maybe then, I'd find some meaning

In this damn, messed up thing you call life

The thing filled with so much strife

But I'll stop planning for you

So long you promise too