Some nights I lay silently on the grass and listen to the trees argue. It’s such an entertaining display of their rustling leaves hitting each other, whispering their hearts desire.
Though I can’t say the same pleasant thing for the bugs crawling up my hair and under my clothes.
Never lay on grass, unless you have a blanket to cover the annoying little creatures.
Pages turned, In a great room so grand. Thousand silent words spoken, Where silence is never broken.
Where scholars, poets, and great minds gather, What a place it is to wonder. The once place that can’t be bought, To be possessed for them or mine.
Libraries are what I first think, When my brain is aching to think. I wrote this poem, Because it was the first I could think.
There’s not one single person in the world who does not know of the Hunger Games. The first lesson every child is taught is to keep your head down and pray you don’t get picked.
But no matter how low you duck your head or how much of a good citizen you are, your chances are still 50/50.
Well, I just so happen to be that one lucky girl who gets picked to be shipped away to be slaughtered. Surprisingly, they allowed us to take one item with us.
Has it happened before? No.
Do I care? No.
And the first item I quickly got my hands on was a book.
It was old and and one page turn close to collapsing, but this thing has kept my sanity intact the last fifteen years Ive been on this Earth.
The book, The Boy Who Crossed The World, was a heartfelt adventure about a boy trying to go back home to his mother. Not exactly helpful, I know. But here’s the thing about books: they paint pictures and send deep messages, but they are also incredibly boring. One person who shows no interest with the arts of literature - which is by the way many - won’t be concerned about black ink on white paper. Even when that ink describes, in detail, how to survive in barren deserts to the arctic chill of the north.
Will it guarantee my survival? Probably not. But at this point, I got no options
Monsters hide under beds, Monsters hide behind closets, Monsters hide behind shadows, And even behind windows.
They hide to steal, Socks or pants, Waiting for the chance Where you can’t even outran.
They are hungry, For innocent dreams and souls. And they’ll never stop, Till they achieve their goal.
I wake up, with a mind that is still my own. But my body, my voice, and purpose has changed. A crowd of people look at me, their eyes expecting something, not of something disappointing, but something meaningful to add to their everyday lives. An advise only given from a great philosopher.
But i’m not a great philosopher. This body and the soul that used to possess it may have been a philosopher, but I am just another man, formed in the image of god and raised in the fertile dirt of my family’s farm.
So, with the mouth I now possess, I voice the only truth of life that I know.
“Many people here are expecting something good, and a few wise words of another man to add another purpose and meaning to their lives. But the meaning of life is a question that has baffled even the wisest man with minds greater than me.
God didn’t put us here to fight evil demons and mosters. If he did, then he would’ve prepared his first creation of man to be better prepared than that. In my opinion, he put us here to simply live, like so many animals that he has put here besides us.
Everyone lives life in a different way, some grown up to hate it, and some has grown up cherishing it. Overall, everyone was born in different circumstances that gives them different meanings and views of life. Life in itself is both a blessing and a curse, gifts that both the embodiment of good and evil has given us. It’s not something to hate or fear, it’s simply another duty the universe has given us.
And anyone can do as they please. There are no rules besides the ones that we’ve given ourselves. You can be a poor man, a rich man, a savage, or a humble man. Either way, we’re just another creature walking the earth and another body to be put in the ground.
The best and only advise I can give is to just cherish it. Live life the best you can, make the best of your own circumstances, and make decisions that you think are the best because there will be no second chances.
C’est La Vie!”
