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. Surpris...

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,...