The sun knows when it's time to rise

The stars know how to tell no lies

The flowers know when to bloom

The moon knows it's not yet time for doom

But I cannot seem to know when

When it's time to shout or when it's time to zen

Even when it's all set before me

I cannot tell when I can be truly free

I cannot be expressive in front of the higherups

I cannot be knowledgeable if they're older

I canno...

My favorite style of poem is haikus which is five syllables then seven then back to five.

It began in the thirteenth century by Matsuo Basho.

I wait in the dark

Lies at the tip of my tongue

I want to see you...

If the time comes when we see each other once more, I won't be waiting for you miserably by the door.

I'll hold mybhead up high and make you see that you can no longer hurt me.

I will show you that I am no longer under your control, I'm no longer trapped in that deep hole.

You will see how proud I turned out to be. Not the broken, shattered little girl you left me.

You'll see me smile and flip...

If I died, would I be forgotten as easily as a lost toy? is my person important to people enough to be a long cherished memory when I die?

Am I an impact? Am I memorable? I'm not so important as the sun in the big blue sky, nothing can compare to it, nor am I as beautiful as a rose flourishing alone among buds, its beauty is indescribable.

But can I still be remembered if I died, would my pres...

I always thought love was something amazing. Something that humans just always longed for and needed. I thought that if it was true love then people would do anything: even die.

But I didn't realize how far people would go.

How far they could go.

I have never met my parents. They died when I was just a baby. So I was raised by my dad's sister and it was fun, she was funny and loving and caring...