There was a snow storm in the month of March and we like 3 days off in school. That was amazing snow storm and I love snow. The storm come from Florida and it’s was moving to New York. That storm was really amazing. We have like 22 snow day in winter. In the storm there was like 14 inch snow.
I love rain and snow. One time in India we playing outside at 2 pm in Garden and Temperature was 95 Fahrenheit and the hottest day and after few hours it’s cloudy and then suddenly weather change and rain start in 95 Fahrenheit. That day was awesome. We play in the rain.
The Story is about sadness tree. The sad ness tree is always sad. The sadness is always sad because of global warming. The trees want to move somewhere because he can’t breathe in populated air. If Trees can’t breathe they die.
Those days at the visitation center, We had the choice whether to stay or go.
I always chose to go with you.
Those long car rides to one of the Carolinas, I never knew which one,
in the back seat with my brother watching the tiny TV screen squeezed into the gap between the two front seats.
Playing a random assort of movies that we drew out of the bag.
Matt and I sat covered by blankets watching the TV then you called my mom, screaming in a way that made my ears hurt,
calling her bad names.
TV on full blast, still unable to hear over the screams on the phone and gulping back the tears burning behind my eyelids.
That was when I realized it wasn’t going to work, this isn’t the way things are supposed to be.
That was when I said Goodbye to someone I no longer knew.
`What Does a Tree Know?
Rain, Tornado, Flooding
Green leaves and making
Wonderful atmosphere and
Making Green Earth
What Does Tree Know ?
A horse’s tears have
horse shoes and hay
A frog’s
swamp water and flies
A dog’s
painful goodbyes
Mine have
mascara and giggles
Yours have
red and blue swings.
Footsteps in the shadow of memory
I’ll lay awake these nights and dwell
my restless heart craves your spells;
your face became my constant melody,
and your scent became my personal drug
although this love will be weary and old
You will see the gift within my soul,
and until the day you’ll taint my lips once more,
I’ll draw these pictures for you to hold
I wrote your name in the sand, but the waves
washed it away.
Deep in my heart, I wish you would stay, You
get my attention with every word
you say.
Just holding your hand makes my world go
round.
I wrote your name in my heart and forever,
It will stay.
A perfect child in every way, but I am in no way
perfect.
He always wanted me to be number one, but I am fine
with being second or third.
My father always wanted straight A’s, but
I am an average B minus.
My father will always want these things, but soon
he will learn that I am never going to reach goals
that are not my own.
When the outside world is filled with light,
the moment I hear the air-raid siren,
its needle sound,
the fire has come.
Undying hate rings out.
The smell of silence is so old,
the reflection of his decay.
This was your exile
in the brief country, nearby,
so lonely that two could not stand it.
Sometimes I still have a sense of being followed.
A hand wind brushed past me.
A laughter, black and streaming,
footsteps in the shadow of memory
move in dreamy motion.
You can’t escape your life record.
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3/26/14
that’s the thing about your love
it draws me in, but pushes me out
leaving me in the reflection of water
waiting for your return
simply so I can tell you
the beauty of your soul
has captured me in ways
that have given me no choice
but to sink into you
as if I were not
drowning
Mother,
I wasn’t enough,
I can’t be now,
I’m sorry.
Words on my mind I never could say.
Please stay?
Wave goodbye to a taxi.
I’m sorry.
Father,
I’m not the useless one
When it comes to us.
Have a great life.
Grandmother,
I’m almost enough,
Trying every day,
I’m sorry.
Forgetful, lazy, stupid.
I’m trying.
I’ll do better
Tomorrow.
I’m sorry.
Boyfriend,
I’m supposed to be enough,
I’ll get there,
I’m sorry.
Always, all I can say,
I’m sorry.
Hold on for me,
To me.
I’m sorry.
It is hard to live in a circular motion that revolves around mediocrity,
Looking around at all the judgmental faces,
Trying to be something we’re not. We grow like weeds trying to be what
We see.
But the days get busier and I get more depressed, my emotions are on E, but I am still trying to make others believe that I’m everything but me.
Underneath the smiles and laughs there’s only sadness,
Sadness and me…
I miss you again.
Laying here,
Surrounded by sadness.
Please stop thinking.
I need you again.
Please stop thinking.
The music is killing me,
But I can’t turn it off.
I have to face this
Before it eats me alive.
Please stop thinking.
Please come back.
I miss you again.
I need you again.
Please stop thinking.
kc-
5/28/14
My lungs full with you,
I taste smoke against your lips
The sun beginning to rise,
and I feel as if we’d never slept
Your breath was steady and slow,
You’re voice mellifluous and soft
I felt your fingers entangle my hair,
and love entangle our hearts
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