22

The little boy found himself all in a muddle,
He wanted to know, but didn't want to trouble.

He went to his daddy and said, "Daddy, please!"
Tell me about the birds and the bees!
I don't want to learn about flowers or trees!"
"Go ask your mother." He said with a wheeze.
She knows best, i promise! He teased.

So he went to his mother and asked in glee,
"How are babies made mummy? How can it be?
There's no way I can think of, I just can't see!"
"Go ask big sister, she would know you see!"
She groaned and moaned and sipped her tea.

So he went to his big sister and asked with a moan,
"What did you do? Are babies grown?
Tell me big sis!" He stopped to groan.
"P**s off little bro', I'm on my phone!,
See your brother instead, he's all alone!"

So he went to his brother and asked with a sigh,
"I need to find this out, before I die.
How are we here, how did we arrive?!?!"
"Go see your friends, go on, say hi,
If you want to know about gal's and guy's."

So he went to his friends and knocked on their door,
"Tell me about it, Don't be a bore!
Please my bezzie! Tell me the score!"
"Oh god little mate, don't say any more!
Go look on google, thats got it all!

So he went to the internet and typed in his query,
his eyes were all droopy, he was feeling weary,
When the results came up, his eyes opened up wide,
he looked upside down and looked to the side.
He giggled and sniggered and said with a smile
"Oh thank you, dear google! Now, whats a paedophile?!"

21

When I put on the Jacket I am a new man,
Defined and Aimful. Worth more than I am.
Long satin sleeves writhing in gold,
Glowing cuffs and a collar so bold,
Nothing can stop me now, nothing can!
For when I put on the Jacket, I am a new man.

When I put on the Jacket you see me differently,
this piece of cloth changes who I am,
does it? can it? should it?
When I put on the Jacket I am a new man.
Larger than planets, more living than the sea,
Inside of the Jacket I am a new me.

When I put on the Jacket, I'm warmer inside,
not just from the protection the Jacket provides,
It's strong, like armour, like war wearing means,
see, nothing about the Jacket is what it seems,
I fight through the war and I BANG and I SLAM,
For inside the Jacket I am a new man.

When I'm tired and lonely I wear what I can,
but nothing stops me taking off this man.
I stretch it and shrink it as I grow older,
the colours are fading, no longer bolder
than me and my mind and my thoughts, which I ban.
I'm not too old now. I AM A NEW MAN.

I CRY AND I SCREAM
I AM A NEW MAN
I WILL NOT TAKE OFF THE JACKET NOW
I NEVER WILL, NEVER CAN.
"HELP ME, TEAR ME, PULL ME" IT WAILS
AND I LIE ON THE FLOOR, BURSTING WITH PAIN.

I breathe and I declare, as loud as a can...


NOTHING CAN STOP ME. I AM A NEW MAN.

20

A path can take you many places.
Places you could only dream of.
Yet sometimes this path can trick you.
And take you to a dead end.

The sky can hold beautiful wonders.
Wonders those with imaginations can hold.
Yet sometimes something frightful can appear.
And take away your pretty images.

The land can behold many creatures.
Creatures so small or big.
Yet sometimes these can become violent.
And take more than one life.

The hearts of man beat melodies.
Melodies so beautiful to the ear.
Yet sometimes these hearts will stop.
And take away that melody you know.

19

My clock is stuck on these digits.
I'm frozen in time.
I'm longing for the tick.
Straining to hear the tock.
I just want the seconds to fly whilst I'm stuck in these minutes.
The numbers just wont move.
Move, please move.
Blink, please blink.
Tick, please tick.
Tock, please tock.
Make this world go faster.
I want to be stuck no more.
I'm ready.

Why aren't you?

18

Skid, crash, beep.
What do these things have in common?
I presume the first thing to come to your mind
Is infact a car accident.

Skid, crash, beep.
Have you not worked it out yet?
I presume the second thing to come to your mind
Is infact a car accident.

Skid, crash, beep.
Is it really that hard to guess?
I presume the third thing to come to your mind
Is infact a car accident.

Skid, crash, beep.
Do you want to know the answer?
I presume your answer here
Is infact yes.

Skid, crash, beep.
When you slip, there is your skid, is it not?
I presume your answer here
Is infact nothing.

Skid, crash, beep.
If you skid too far, you may end up hitting someone perhaps?
I presume your answer here
Is infact nothing.

Skid, crash, beep.
If that person isn't happy...
Don't you pretty much think...
We would need beeps for those more sensitive ears?

17

Who are we to be emotional?
Who are we to play with hearts and throw away it all?
Who are we to turn each others heads?
Who are we to find ourselves in other people's beds?

Oh, I don't like the way I never listen to myself.
It feels like I'm on fire but too shy to call for help,
I don't think you know me much at all.

This love is the and end all.
This love will be your downfall.

This love is the and end all.
This love will be your downfall.

I'm feeling down about this,
Who are you to make me feel so good?
Who are you to tell yourself that you're misunderstood?
Who am I to say I'm always yours?
Who am I to be the one that everyone adores?

Oh, I can't see a reason why we just can't be apart,
Falling on each other like were always in the dark,
Oh no I don't think you know me much at all.

16

A feather can make the world a better place.
It is so innocent, so light.
Catch it, hold it and never let it go.
It can be whatever you wish it to be.
It could be your ticket out.
It could be salvation.
It could be a lullaby.
It could even be a star.
Whatever you wish it to be, it will still be that feather.
A pretty little feather, I believe.
Just remember, it is pure.

15

Do whatever it takes, he told me.
Do whatever you think is right, he told me.
Do whatever you want, he told me.
Do whatever you believe is right, he told me.

He never warned me what would happen..
If I listened to him.

When he left me, I did what it took to get him back.
His wife was a cruel woman, so I killed her.
He hated me for it, but he had nowhere else to live.
I did what it took.

When he hit his new wife, I saw it from the stairs.
I ran down, argued and even fought with him.
He hit me too, so I killed him.
I did what I thought was right.

When she was trying to punish me, I left the house.
I went out with friends and did things.
I had to run from the police, but I got sent down.
I did what I wanted.

When they put me away I cried myself to sleep.
Two years on I had a councellor for not handling it well.
When I got out, I went straight to my mother...
I did what I believed was right...

To her at least.

14

There's somone in this house I think,
is it someone that I know?
"Theres someone in this house." He said,
"but is it friend or foe?"
As the door creaks open,
the window bangs,
and his sharp fangs,
are bared to show,
to fight, to protect.

There's someone in this house we know
he's coming up to kill,
and as we sit here shaking,
we know that blood will spill.
His rapid eyes peek round the door frame,
wild and strong and vibrant.
He lunges forward,
A bitter attack,
hungry for death.

Somewhere in this house I know,
the monster lurkes within.
And when he comes back next time,
do not invite him in.

Or the terror will begin.

13

You lied
I know you lied
I know I bought it
Hook, line and stone pocket sinker.
You said we'd be together
Fighting strong forever
But you lied
I won't
I haven't got long left.

I cried
You know I cried
You bought a camera
Took a picture, hold the moment forever
I smashed our memories and it cut my hands
You lied
I wont
I haven't got long left.

I'll smile
As I feel the pain
As my liver fails
This empty bottle's ignored warnings
I'll be lying here for days.

I died
Holding onto cracked photographs
And better days
Framed birthday cards and valentines
I ripped off a butterflies wings and fluttered
Them to your sleeping face
I hope they kiss your settled lips
And tell you I'm gone.

I stopped
Death is not full of pretty clouds
I don't exist, it's not your fault
I was stupid.
I'm gone.

Peace is won.

- Product of Kate Owen

12

Someone used to say to me,
that I was something special,
and I was going to turn up one day
and change everything for the better.

Ive turned up to everywhere I've been so far,
And so far I'm nothing special.
A pretty average boy is not the something I was told I would be,
a mark on a paper is not who I am.


I was scared and lost and confused,
and cold and tired and dripping wet,
He took me in from the night
and told me I could stay as long as i needed to.

His loving door pulled open a disguise,
for he was not just a man.
He was magic and clever and wise.
He told me I'd always be special in his eyes.

He made me a drink and cooked my tea
and helped me bathe my woes.
And I slept and wept and smiled.
I had found such a brilliant might.

He told me he was old now.
Even though he was as old as me.
His eyes were weary and seemed dead,
even though the frost hid nothing.

I was there, he knew I cared.
He was my brother now,
but as his body wore away
I knew one day somehow...

I'd be everything he said,
it wouldn't just be a dream.
It would come true
And I would be you.
For I'd met myself that day.

11

As soon as day turns to night,
and the sun hides behind the clouds,
and the growl of the wild calls,
and the stench of the victory wails,
and the flicker of a burning hatred leaps,
and the moaning gravel crunches,
and the words wont co-operate,
and the phone runs out of battery,
and the post gets lost in the mail,
and the rain slashes down a window,
and the pile of work gets larger,
and the choruses get louder,
and the shortest book gets longer,
and the ink spreads faster than blood,
and the bed is as cold as stone,
and the noise is eerily silent,
and the mist is forcing its way in,
and the fights make you want to scream,
and the people just hang their heads,
and the money thats left vanishes,
and the pounding of the drums will never cease,
and the funniest thing wont make you laugh,
and the helpless roar of a car engine is all you can imagine,
and the dream
oh,
the dream.
of what is where and what will happen,
when i open my weary eyes,
and start to think of you.

10

When a bird flies around in the sky it makes me think.
Where do they go with their freedom?
Do they fly on adventures to secret places,
Or do they just look around and watch us?
Do they wonder what it is like for us,
Earth bound on our feet all day?
Do they love the feel of the wind in their feathers?
Do they experience our feelings?

If they could talk would they tell us stories,
Of where they've been and their feelings?
If they could sing what would it be about?
Would they tell us how they love and live?
If they experienced our feelings, how would it feel,
In their tiny bodies and hearts?
What makes them angry, what makes them sad,
What makes them fall in love?

9

Nothing needs a reason
to live and make a decision
but the sunshine air
and a playful stare
will be such a lovely vision.

Nothing needs a plan
to be part of this clan
but as stars are blinking
I will be thinking
should I have got up and ran?

Nothing needs a time
to grow, love or die
but it helps quite a lot
and removes sense of shock
when you end up giving a sigh.

Nothing needs a sound
to show when its around
because a raw little laugh
and a splash in the bath
is enough to take me from the ground.

Nothing needs a taste
to do anything in haste
I look in the fire
and i simply desire
that nothing I've said goes to waste.

Everything needs a touch
in our hearts just not too much
To unnerve and unsettle
and pluck off our petals
and keep us locked in a hutch.

8

A silence surrounds me and whispers my name
It is trying to make me play its sick and twisted game
I run further and further with no sign of refuge
The silence comes thicker, like a bomb with a lit fuse
I stumble, I fall, going deeper and deeper
Falling down a hill that seems to only get steeper
The silence grabs me when I reach the floor
I scream to it with all my breath, "I can't do this anymore!"
I am thrown around, to floor and to sky
I land again wishing I could die
Then my eyes flutter open and I realise the mistake
I was dreaming a nightmare, from my troubles they were baked
I fall back on my bed, thinking, "How lucky was I?"

When all goes black...


The silence comes from the sky.

7

Sometimes the loudest words are whispers,
Quietly screaming at poison pictures.
Vividly fading into the shadows,
As brilliant darkness leads to the gallows.

Sometimes the hardest hit is gentle,
Cheerful pain is turning you mental.
Ignorant knowledge of things around,
Rapid caution makes not a sound.

Sometimes the bendiest brick is broken.
Silenced in screams after you've spoken.
Kind looks of disgust swirl on his face.
As curving daggers plough up into space.

Sometimes the sun is dark and sad,
But I promise nothing will make you feel bad.
I'm standing over you.
I am the watcher.
I care.
I dare.
I'll stare,
him down, til he is a sigh.
Sit down and sit up, theres no need to cry.
Because sometimes the weather,
gets you in a tether,
and there's no way I would ever say Bye.

6

A bad deed done will come back in your face.
Just like it did to the girl, who tried to finish the chase.
Her heart was broken, in need of repair
The girl he chose over her, was riddled in dispair
They were together, and even now, try to punish this first girl
Into making her think she should leave this world
The first girl admitted, she did very bad deeds
But the boy brought them up from the wrong kind of leads
Things turned bright, and the future looked strong
But the first girl realised, she was about to be proved wrong.
The new girl came and brought it all back
Threw it at her constantly; a cruel form of attack
The first girl now sits, and wonders what to do
Should she leave alone, or try to undo
All of the wrongs she is greatly sorry for
Or just leave it completely, lock it in a drawer
The first girl is sad, with only one true thing left
The new love of her life, her heart was his in theft
They now stick together, pulling each other through
Who needs sadness, when love is true
A new war has been started, will the torture ever end
The first girl is torn, to the life she must now spend

5

Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang.
Water falls slowly into the sink.
A girl is lost in a locked room.
Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang.
The lights seem to move around.
There is a forgotten scream behind us.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
A hand keeps the door shut.
We all stand in fear at the thing before us.
Bang. Bang.
The heat burns our backs and wont leave us.
A haunting feeling...
Bang.
Well, we know they are there.

4

A sun is never bright enough
A flame can never burn long enough
A star can never be beautiful enough
The universe can never be big enough
A heart can never beat long enough
The heavens can never last long enough
A soul can never be pure enough...


To tell you how much I love you.

3

A door is closed.
What is behind it?
Infinite possibilities.
Where did it come from?
It comes from creativity.
Why is it there?
To help unlock your imagination.
Who can open it?
Anybody willing.
When does it go?
It leaves you when you leave your childhood..
The key stays in your mind, behind this locked door.
When you accept you can still believe in childish things,
Like fairies, and leprachauns, and make believe...
You can take the handle and open the door
And return to everything you once believed.

2

My eyes are wide open, but I can't see a thing.
My ears are straining, but the sounds are a mess.
My legs are moving, but I'm not walking anywhere.
My mind is buzzing, but no thoughts are making sense.
My heart is beating, but it is not alive.

I am not sad.
I am not in pain.
I do not feel alone.
I cannot explain this.

But I blink, listen, stop, think and wait.

And all is well.

1

I should know by now.
That no matter how long I stare at the pavement outside my house, you are not going to appear.
I just need a wave.
A smile.
Just you there.

Introduction

There are many thoughts that go through my head at many points during the day. Somethings about other people, somethings about myself. This is where I'm going to off-load them for you all to read. You may think I'm weird or silly but I've wanted to do this for a while.
Welcome to my mind.
Hope it Makes You Think.
P.S feel free to email me anything that has made YOU think during the day. mrthinker11@yahoo.co.uk
My favourite ones will be uploaded onto the blog!