It feels like death is poking me in the stomach.

Falling from my sweetheart building.

I like this world
where people are nice.
They say Hi to me and
hold open doors.
They'll even let me pass through
first.


He listens and helps
me.
He makes songs about peace
and love.
He built a house and
bought flowers.


Then she cut
me
in half and carried a
part of me
back to reality.

My little robot boy.

My little robot boy
Bring sounds of rusted metal
As his emotions scrape the ground.


My little robot boy
Never looked my way
As people stole his sight.


My little robot boy
Had no heart
but always left his heart on his robotic sleeve.


My little robot boy,
"please don't be sad"
I said as if I had a chance.

The air and my consciousness.

My feet skip and jump
while little letters catches up to me,
 it follows my footsteps.
And it jumps around my feet like a ping-pong ball.


My hands trail paint on walls 
while letters create
themselves and 
they follow my hands like string and kittens.


My breath breathes out fog into daylight 
and my letter follows my breath like life or
miracles.


My hands reach out to the door knob
and they ask me
"Is this the beginning or is this the end?"
And I pause and tell them with a smile on my face,
"I don't know.

But its up to you, to dream."

I can't tell the difference.

So here's a funny story. Really funny. I bet you're wondering now 'This story sounds so funny, Im just about to pee in my pants with all this excitement building up inside of me.'


Well its not. To me.


An hour ago the phone rang and I rushed to pick it up. The guy on the other line sounded exactly like my uncle. That would be really normal right? Your uncle phoning and all. Right?


But if you know the type of guy my uncle was you wouldn't take this too lightly. The guy on the other line, which I thought was my uncle already by the sound of his voice, says, "Im calling f-from Telkom (phone company) and I hear there w-was a problem this morning..." I interrupted him because I, Myself, am stupid. You wanna know why I think Im stupid? Because 1. I laughed in his face. Not for a few seconds... MINUTES. 2. I thought it was a prank call from my 'fake' uncle. Long story short I called my granny because I was having doubts and she spoke and said "You are really silly."


I just wanna crawl in a corner and curl into a ball. I really wanna do that.

Take this advice.

MOVE ON. It's just a chapter in THE PAST. But don't close the book, just turn the page.

Is it wrong to say that Im sick of South African art? Not all but most. Its predictable. To me. Maybe I haven't lived long enough to see their true colours, maybe thats why I don't like em'.


But for now, I don't like you.

The Grave Diggers.

As I dig up your grave with the same old face, breathing and frowning. The way you've always seen me. I'd never tell you what I was thinking when the soil of your grave seeped into my shoes, or when I couldn't stop digging until I saw you. The only thing you'd ever know, was when I saw the sun and your dead face at the same time. You'd always be real to me.

A quickie.

You're so funny
you make me money and
I'd like to think its okay
since its friday.
You're probably wonderin' why Im trying to rhyme,
since I suck and you'd probably die,
but my friends at school
try to be cool 
with their words and rhymes
during break time.

Its only in my head.

You know what's funny... in a scary way? Having a dream about your sister driving her birthday car while some scary dude crashes into her... while Im there.

Its final.

Yes. It's final. 'You' is my friend and thats all. I don't need anymore emotional baggage. I don't want to try.  


And even If it makes me feel like an idiot, going back and forward with 'You', at least I'll know that time can only heal the wounds I made myself. 

Suck Town right in my face.

Why does it feel like it's still holiday and that maybe tomorrow is just a mistake? I guess its probably because I haven't seen you in two weeks and a half. Oh yeah.


Wish me luck for school, known as 'Suck Town.'

Im such a gamer and you didn't know it.

All weekend I played Mortal Kombat vs DC Universe and Naruto: Ultimate Ninja Heroes.


This could be bad for my health if I do it on a daily basis. I'd feel guilty if I actually cared.

There and done.

I had a nice lunch with my family today and had fun.


Yes.


That is all. Hope everyone had a nice meal with their families because I think you're so cool.

Explosion in my brain.

I want to pee on your face and make you drink it like apple juice.

Destiny.

Some of us are meant to suffer, waking up day after day to a feeling that has no meaning while some have their whole life put out for them, but either way we have to stay alive because we have to see how the story ends.

Life can be innocent.

PIGLET: "How do you spell love?"

POOH: "You don't spell it. You feel it."

The gears shifting.

You know when people say, "You're just a child, you don't know anything about love or responsibility. We've got years of experience and you just have a few simple care-free years. Nothing drastic."

Sometimes I like to think you guys tell yourselves that so you don't need to get advice from people that actually care.

Talent Show.

I found these photos on my camera last night and thought I should put them up. I did.

Sorry for bad quality (my sisters boyf sucks man.)

Yeah, this is how we roll.

The grade 10s are super jas!

Thats what I thought.

Yeah. Its no surprise that you'd rather watch movies than talk to me.

Thanks for not telling me.