Dedicated to Keith Ormston. A very convincing liar who had no need and broke a trust he will never have or get again.

Dedicated to Charles Taylor. A deep regret of how I lost contact with best friend. But what is lost is always there to be found and glad I found him again.

When life feels it's at rock bottom there's always some faithful sign out there to see just look.

Dedicated to Charles Taylor. You may have your shell but I see what's on the inside.

A poem about being trapped in situations you can't quiet control.

Ok I hope people understand this is no racist at all a school friend of mine who was black asked me to write a poem as if I was him about bullying cos of colour so I did this with his ok of usage of words as he wanted it to be as if he was saying/writing the words. If any offence is caused I do aplogise now. Please appericate why it is the way it is.

This poem is dedicated to my nan, but wrote by me as if I were my nan it's what I feel she would have said to me had she the chance about her passing away.

Expressing that sometimes in life you have to let go what others think of you and say you should do, and just be who you are.