The night is young as the sun rises past the clouds, He looks up at the screen and sees the time, Its 7:30... time to grab breakfast, With sunken eyes he marches on towards his lecture halls, With the sweet feeling of an essay completed and the sweet taste of coffee on his breath.

The human condition Die you screaming beast shouts a solder, his gun blazing into the wall of a house while chasseing the enemies, Launching him self into the house he sees the screaming beast lying on the floor, a woman bleeding over the floor her screaming son collapsed next to her screaming his lungs out next to her, the soldiers eyes dead as the accent rocks show no emotions at the died lying beneath his feet , the son launches him self at the solder rage over combing him, one swing of the rifle and he’s down the son screams you vile monster die die die, the solder runs up the stairs the sound of explosion and he’s down. He w

It’s the precious times we treasure most as they guard us when times are hard and lonely, they give us strength and a longing to be happy which drives you to survive  hardship and separation  hold them tight to crave for them but don’t destroy your self whishing for that bliss in the past as its gone.. And is not yours to dwell on, go out and form those oh so precious moments. A TD thought / poem ©

The Clouds swirled over the sun slowly making the house darker, but still the mid after noon sun powered thought the dark grey clouds to give a few glimmers of light, Robert was cycling up the hill to the house his old bike creaking with every movement hi eyes where sunken from the long day that he’d had  his hood pulled tightly over his head which was wet from a storm that passed over head,  he dismounted and carried the bike to the door of the house which he dropped the bike next to, he dragged him self in and laid on the seat by the TV while slinging the bag over one side her slumped deeper into the seat and drifted away into sleep.

A young girl sits at the edge of raised follower bed at school on a Sunday, her gaze looks over the town below and over the horizon, her legs dangle but her thighs are tight together, her eyes are sad, and as I walk over I notice that I know this girl from the heaving masses of are school, I stop and say hi but she does not speak a pain deep inside is eating at her I look at her in them multi colour tights and mini skirt combination and my chemical romance t-shirt, I just sit beside her and  stroke her hair and just then she starts to cry, her hand come from her sides trying to cover the flooding emotions, her sobs get louder and louder as sh

Protect the next generation from the hard ships of life they always say, but why do we ask for protection without education, are humans evil No, can humans be inhumane NO, can we be horrible, bad, disgusting…. YES but we can also be good, charismatic, trust wavy even minded too! So why in a good and reliable  context  can we not draw people under 18 why people always see the DARK side of them self and what they could do, but does it depict what they say it does maybe, maybe not! Any one in a picture if it’s a young, old  or middle age should be depicted in a way that gets a point over not just to fit into societies rules!