A tribute to 'ze knees' - Thanks :)

After 3 months of being on sturdy ground, my owner has decided to mix it up a bit.

Within hours, I am shoved into the most uncomfortable attire and placed on two long planks.

The new "design" of shoe strains and twists my ever gentle self into a ludicrous and burning position. If the stance isn't enough, she now subjects me to never ending bumps and turns -

constantly changing the direction.

When my intolerance is about to topple, she loosens the grip around me and I have a chance to breathe. After half and hour or so, I begin to feel like myself again, un-cramped and grounded.

Then... the warden does it again, if nothing else, much worse.

I am now facing some of the biggest 'bumps' of my life and holding my breath to just to keep up.

The jarring, the bouncing, the twisting... is she trying to kill me?

What's worse, is the speed - flying past, border line out of control,

I think I am going to be sick.

The burn permeates my muscles and I force her to stop.

Please... just stop you mad woman!

She listen, leans forwards and I, again, falsely feel the release.

Seconds, maybe a minute passes by -

then we begin again.

The rest of the day is a wild ride, complete with mountain, boulders and inclines.

I hold on for dear life, trying to stay in one piece.

She's kind though and treats me with a warm bath at the end of the day.

The pain subsides as she doses me up with anti-inflammatories and strong liquor.

I don't mind her today,

but we will have to wait and see what she throws at me tomorrow to see if I can keep it together.

Hello dear friend.

There is a turtle in the fish tank at my school,

who swims around aimlessly looking quite cool.

He shows his head every once and a while,

forming some weird shape on his lips that almost resembles a smile.

The kids tap the side and shove their eyes to the glass,

I am sure he knows that they're all 'bunking' class.

He looks at me some days knowing I am a fool,

because one of the few good things is that there is a turtle at my school!

That feeling.

The thrill of the chase, of getting noticed.

The pulse racing when the stage lights come up.

Your heart beating so loud through your head as your walk out of the curtain.

The sound of your voice, unnatural in delivery,

yet so familiar in your dreams.

The rumble of the applause at the end of your scene.

The magic of silence when you move the audience.

The feeling of elation when you're done,

when trying to remember exactly how you went.

The comfort of the stage,

to become something bigger than you...

I miss it,

yearn for it,

most importantly...

want it.

Worse than animals

They circle the helpless pray and eye him from a distance.

Intimidation and fear consume him.

The pack swarm about like the plague,

and people cower or fall as they pass.

The playground is a terrifying jungle,

cussing and fights arise whilst the animals run wild.

Each with their own 'stripes' and with their tribe -

they are all out to get one another.

Survival is their game - which group will fall first?

They are worse then animals,

the only equivalent would be a pack of piranha's -

devouring and consuming each other whole.

Last Days of Winter?

Despite the gloom of a Monday morning, the sun decided to pay us a visit.

You notice the difference on the peoples' faces, the pace in which they walk

and even (god forbid) the slightest crack of a smile in the corner of their lips.

Hesitantly, I march myself to school and hope that it doesn't dampen my lifted spirits.The events of the day were certainly interesting, but my mind was set -

a calming walk around the park immersing myself in the sun.

Decked out in my lighter winter wollens, I set out on the path.

Animated children, released from the grips of the school day,

are running haphazardly around the park,

innocently thankful that the rain has not yet started.

The dogs, off the leash and under the watchful eye of their owner,

are behaving as if they have never seen such an animal that looks the same as them.

Smelling and wandering the park, they are pushing the boundaries of the runners jogging past,

always managing to dance in between and out of their steady legs.

Newly inducted mothers groups parade their designer prams around the playground.

They flaunt their children winter 'fashion accessories', sickly enough which seem to match their own.

I vow to never do that myself.

My fastened pace and need for Vitamin D means I am marching along the outskirts of the grass,

fortunate enough for some firmer, less muddy ground.

To my heightened and squealing delight, I turn a corner and am greeted by some fragile flowers.

By this - I mean they are literally sprouting in a strange circle and out of the muddied and mulchy ground.

The grin could not have spread more quickly or widely on my face.

I stop and admire them, small white, yellow and purple flowers alike standing in the sun.

What type they are, I have no idea, regardless I feel they are perfect for this afternoon.

I stand in awe for around 10 minutes, copping strange looks from passes by.

Clearly, they don't get excited by something so simple.

I set off on a jog, newly energised and feeling positive, that maybe,

just maybe we have seen the worst of the winter rain -

now we might have more then just one hour of sunshine followed by the flood.

Maybe I have seen the last days of a London Winter?