Nature is so good and don’t make us rude lt gives us everything without expecting Anything it gives us food to eat and give us shade to reduce heat it is so geen and help us to stay clean with trillions of trees and stunning so it is our duty to protect the nature to stop the millions. year

In the blind harsh day, I cried and wondered. As time clicked , I watched.

In the pleasant night, I stand triumphant. A testament of manliness, I lied.

In the blind harsh day, I cried and wondered. My toils are endless, I suffered

In the pleasant night, I stand triumphant. I am king of all I see, I envied.

In the blind harsh day, I cried and wondered. This misery is mine I faltered.

In the pleasant night, I stand triumphant. Adored and embraced , I died.

"Living is such a privilege?" I hear it a lot. And, it is. kind of.

Living is truly a dream, when you’re with your best friends, and you’re living such a meaningful moment that you start to miss before it even ends. or when you get a good grade on something you worked hard for, everything you did was worth it.

But the world doesn’t work like that. Of course; why would it?

What would you do when you watch your best friends slowly drift away, or when you know you’ll never get to see them again. Or when you’ve tried and tried and tried again, but you keep failing. you’re not enough, no matter how hard you’ll try.

This can and will destroy you. But remember, the world doesn’t end when you fail a test, or get a bad grade. And remember that the benefits of living really do outweigh the benefits of not.

So, don’t give up. though life may not always be a dream, it’s still worth living for—especially the moments which still feel like a dream.

In a world full of dark alleys, And haunted woods, I dream of a world Full of meadows and streams. In a world of black and white, I dream of a world full of color. In a world full of war and famine, I dream of a world Full of peace and prosperity. In a world like this, All dreams were once possibilities Now faded by the movement of time.

Am I a lonely planet? The moon is my only friend. The night is quiet And my memories loud My first shoelaces tied at the age of four And my path unclear at twenty six

The present everchanging The future an illusion Still in a dark cocoon, and I’m scared. Like a storm in Hawaii People just passing me by.

Time is a concept and a bomb The months roll by And I’m still in the same bed Just different sheets every week.

Tell me a secret I’ll never believe Tell me I could be beautiful and happy Tell me I will save all the orphans that need saving Tell me life is worth living And I will believe you for a second Before the valves of my heart starts to process the cycle of grief

Tell me I mean something. I need to start believing in the books I read. Authors don’t know me, But to them I weep.

I’ve lived so many lives I can’t count. Should I keep going, oh crescent moon? The only thing constant is my breathing But how do I keep on living?

Dreaming. __ It’s what I did best. I always dreamt dreams, the vivid images of hope surrounding me. __ Dreams of bliss, and dreams of success. Dreams of happiness, and dreams of life. __ And then I woke I woke up. __ Was it always a nightmare? Was it always this harsh? __ How could the vivid turn gray, and how could the the hope turn empty? __ When did the leaves start falling? __ __ When did I stop dreaming?

The subconscious manifests A conscience consequence Of the context in reflex Reflections compacted In fractions The traction of which Sits to soak In the marbling of our being A bengign but hard to find Fine confined line That exists in not what we do But our why

You say there might be a distance A stark dissonance In what exists and What we manifest But the feelings in our dreams When we sit Lay to rest Are made of the same matter The same atoms that spur why they exist

So you may not be able to fly

But for all it matters you can soar above

And you may not get that moment back

The one you’re thinking of

But ma’am

But sir

In your dreams and your life

They both exist

Because you can love.

The day the stars died, no warning came, no signs at all. Everything else was the same— whatever “same” means.

The world was still fighting itself, and we were still out of time, as if we ever had any.

I was there when they died, and there after it happened. It wasn’t rain but yellow drops, more like blood than water.

They were killed, so they bled— like us.

Nothing felt safe.

But for a moment, it was beautiful. Maybe just a second or more, we were the ones living.

The stars had died, not us. We didn’t need to. We just needed to dance in their blood, and be alive.

I hug you You hug me back But I hang on a tad longer because I know it won’t last forever I know you’ll be gone soon

But then suddenly I wake up I come to the sad realization that it was a dream Forever a fairytale that won’t ever come true

I hold myself hoping Hoping I can feel your burning touch still on my skin Hoping I can imagine what it feels like to be hugged by you once again But the dream is fading And so is your touch

So I go through the day with a overcast hovering over me A sadness tinting my heart And as the hours go by I just keep thinking of that dream Thinking of my reality Realizing that you will never be apart of a living memory again

I continue to close my eyes throughout the day Just wishing Wishing I could hold you in my arms again And that I would never wake up Because it would be my life That is my wish

That If I dream of you I would never have to wake up

But more importantly I wish to feel your love again I wish to feel you in my arms as if you never left

• • • I know I’ve been mostly writing about negative topics, so I’m going to try and do some more positive stuff the next few days. We’ll see how that goes and if I can do it! 😅

Summer fun all day Kids laugh and play in sunshine The chains of school break

At least, that’s what books tell me. But…

The hot sun brings frost Upon the heart, upon mind Burning vessels lost

I’ve always preferred winter anyways.