We are blossoming
Ready to be something even more wonderful
We are coming into greater things
Like clouds floating over the sky,
Revealing the shining sun
Like a flower blooming on a spring day,
Becoming a beautiful creation
We are blossoming
With better things to come
Turn-
And scream
We turn to the black pit of darkness
Minds pouring, melting with pain.
We’re gone..
The furious demons surround us,
They scream
Of pain, and fear
Dear of the pit of darkness.
They eat our souls,
Bringing us to the darkness.
Now we scream
Of pain and fear.
There is endless pain
When we
Turn-
And scream.
If I had to choose yesterday or tomorrow,
I would choose tomorrow.
Who knows what is to come tomorrow.
I already know what happened yesterday,
Tomorrow could be the best day of my life,
Maybe even the worst.
I would never know if I never got there.
I could learn something very important from tomorrow,
Just like I learned something from yesterday,
And I will learn something from today.
I would want to see what tomorrow would bring.
You might think that you hurt me.
Maybe for just a second.
But I’m perfectly fine.
I will live forever
You think that you can bring me down.
You don’t know what I’m made of.
I am strong.
I will live forever.
You’re gone to me
You still try to kill me with your words.
But to me, you have disappeared.
And I will live forever.
The leaves flow,
Sun beaming down on us,
The breeze of the wind,
Cooling us down.
Nights of no sleeping,
Yet having fun all day.
Rain falling,
Making puddles.
We run,
Splashing the water.
Bon fires,
Roasting marshmallows,
Making s’mores.
Summer days,
Summer nights…
They never get old.
It happened so fast
The memories fade slowly
I was so young
Just nine years old
You’re feeling better now
But I’m feeling worse
I was too young
I wish I had more time
Six years have passed
And I’m still sad
The wave of your memory
Still rippling alone
Like a pebble in the water
the dreams
the dreams of our mind
are to themselves
thoughts to no one
and no one knows
no one knows the dreams of my mind
dark or happy
they sit with themselves
and I don’t know
I don’t know the dreams of your mind
you think
and they think to themselves
alone
alone are the thoughts
the dreams
of our dark happy minds
Life is unexpected.
You can’t tell the future.
You’ll experience the good times,
And the bad times.
But you don’t know when you’ll be at your best,
And you don’t know when you’ll be at your worst.
You’ll feel like you’re heading the right direction,
Then you turn the wrong way.
You don’t know what happened,
But all you can do is try to fix it.
These things only come once,
So let life be a lesson.
Winter.
Making snowmen in the yard,
Hot cocoa on cold nights,
Sitting by warm fires,
And snowball fights with friends.
Christmas fun.
Opening gifts,
Christmas lights around the house,
Fun decorations on the Christmas tree,
And visiting your family.
Look around, it’s beautiful.
The snow falling gracefully on the ground,
Kids playing in the snow,
Families spending time together.
Winter is a beautiful time of the year
My best-loved sounds are the most simple ones
The sound of the wind breezing
The rain descending into puddles on the road
The sound of a cats’ purr, when you know they’re delighted
The sound of a baby’s chuckle
The cars splashing through the puddles by the window
The sound of high heels clicking on tile in a quite area
The small sounds are my favorite sounds to hear
Sometimes I’m wild, like an unleashed beast
Crazy, hyper,
Bubbly, and bright.
Ready to run around and have lots of fun.
Other times I’m quite, hiding under the covers
Shy, calm,
Dreadful, and bashful.
Wanting to be left alone.
Although, I’m still myself,
So don’t underestimate me.
You just got the news
he is gone
you’re broken
you’re torn
you don’t know what to do
he was always there for you
now you feel empty.
You begin to think of him
you feel as if he’s right beside you
you remember the old times,
hugging him,
talking with him,
and simply spending time with him.
Where has the time gone,
why did he have to leave?
You know someday you’ll see him again,
but you don’t know when.
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