Run. Just run. And don’t look back. Please just keep your head forward Jonah. For demons and monsters are chasing you. It’s better to be lost than to be found by the devil. Isn’t it? Ugh, doesn’t matter. Just focus on whats ahead. Focus on your feet hitting the ground. And your heart beating. And your breath. And running away. For being lost isn’t what I wanted. No one wants to be lost though. Jonah shut up. Can’t you hear what is behind you?? Chasing you. Hungry for your failure. Ready for you to mess up. These monsters… They sound a lot like… People. But how? I thought they were demons and unearthly beings! Turns out humans are demons. They seem the same. They make you lost. They make you feel worthless. You can’t let them make you run Jonah! They shouldn’t scare you! And make you lose yourself! Stop! Stop and turn towards your enemy’s. Face them. Find yourself again. When your lost… You will be found.

I am a blind bird Soaring through the sky Unaware of where I go Unaware of all your lies.

I am a blind bird I depend on your direction’s You can lead me to my nest You can lead me to my death bed.

I am a blind bird Because your covering my eyes You say your protecting me from the world You say everyone’s a predator in disguise.

I am a blind bird With chains wrapped around my feather stripped wings So you can fly me where you want me So you can have me under your strings

I am a blind bird Lost in your delusions and your hate You say you do this to protect me You feed me your lies on a silver plate.

In search of something That I never misplaced A thought A memory An answer Acrid in my throat And peppery on my tongue For a minute it’s there And my vocal chords reach for the words But I push them to the roof of my mouth Swallowing them back to my soles

My opportunity is lost As hands fall down My words fall from another mouth Speaking the answers I wanted to say

Yet again I wonder If the thing I’ve misplaced Is my own stupid tongue.

Based on my fear of answering questions in class and then missing my chance each time😬

Sometimes it's easy to lose things. I lose things every day. I lose my favourite teddy bear in many different ways!

Sometimes I misplace him Out in the garden grass. But always I will find him wherever I left him last.

He hides in all the cupboards And hides in all the rooms. My teddy has adventures but he always turns up soon.

Sometimes when I lose things, They can’t be found again. It makes me sad to think about like clouds who lose their rain.

I try to search around the house, I search until I sleep; But still I cannot find them, yet I dare not make a peep.

And when the morning comes again I search another day. I snoop and sneak around the house remembering my way.

When we lose a loved one It feels worse than teddy bears. The smallest things remind us of the memories we shared.

A smell is such a simple thing Yet when someone has died; It reminds us of the fun we had and makes us want to cry.

Sometimes it's a picture Of them smiling back at us; And our heart can feel so heavy that it wants to make a fuss.

Often it's a sound we hear And sometimes it can spark. A desperate want to hear their voice instead of morning’s lark.

Losing someone close to us Is harder than it seems. Sometimes it won't feel real and it feels like a bad dream.

Its ok to feel sad, And it’s ok to cry. It’s ok to be angry when someone you love dies.

But you are not alone with this And so many people care. No matter how you’re feeling it is always good to share.

Make memories of memories And hold on to your dreams. Share how you are feeling and seek love when feelings seem

To overwhelm your day time And your evenings and your nights. You are not wrong for missing them and wishing it was light.

Change can feel like monsters Hiding underneath your bed. So tell people around you if you have them in your head.

Together you can keep living, In spite of all the tears. In times to come you will adjust, and work through all your fears.

You carry them within yourself; You carry them around. So whenever you feel lonely just listen for their sound.

The voice inside that loves you Is the voice they shared with you. To remind you that they are not gone and that you can be loved too.

For you are just as special As the loved one you have lost. So know that they are with you keeping all their fingers crossed.

That soon you will feel happy, And soon you will feel loved. Whilst they live on in your memories and watch you from above.

In Loving memory of Riya

It’s hard to be on the periphery No one can see me With their blinders I have to keep myself company I hope something changes It’s hard to be on the outside

Lost in time, inside the universe, On the road to nowhere

Rejection at hand planet to planet Moon to moon A hike of futility

Hope for future Spaced out in time Forget the past I’m no longer lost

As a child it felt like getting lost was the end of the world. If you didn’t know where you where going, or even where you were, then surely you had failed. I think back to those few times that I would get lost in Walmart. I would look around frantically for the sight of anyone familiar. Most of the times, my mother would be only a isle or two away, but it felt like miles. My heart would race as I thought of what to do. Then, just as I would be ready to run off in search of my lost mother, there she would be. She would always act so calm about it. Like it wasn’t the end of the world...but, when I first looked around to see my mom wasn’t there, I was already planning my new life. I’d say things like,” If I can’t find her in three minutes I’ll have to just live without her...by then she must be gone...”, in my head. Of course, that is quite the mental leap to make, but as a child it only seems logical. Being lost was the end. In this case, losing my mother was the end of my childhood. I was determined to leave that Walmart an adult right up until she walked up to me with the most carefree smile I thought I’d ever saw. But, now I know. Being lost is not an end but a beginning. A chance to start something a new.

I’m lost right now I dont really know how I know where i am It’s my mind that’s in a jam It’s my brain right now that’s lost It’s covered in frost It’s breaking apart at the seams It’s like I’m stuck in my dreams I dont know how to get out All i want to do is scream and shout I dont know where my brains at I’m thinking that it might be flat But i dont know Where else to go So I’m here Living with all this fear

The dead sector. A large quadrant of city scape wearing that name as literally as it was tragically. Thousands of miles of buildings and sky scrapers frozen in time, lifeless, crumbling. The road beneath my feet was hardly even recognizable from the dense grass and foliage enveloping it. It was like burial ground of architecture, signs of an age long fading away. The earth was taking back what had been ripped from it and there was no hiding it. This long hike was proving to be more of an ugly reminder that our time on Earth was over, something was to take our place. They might look back at these relics as we did dinosaurs. Few people were left, scattered far across the many lands. Soon any communication was no further than what was in direct view range. I couldn’t go back, not now. All I had to go off of was years old directions, it was any guess if my travels would lead me to safety or were snubbed out like the many thousands before them. Once the great cities fell, nobody inhabited them, it wielded to many dangers to them. So we all fled to the green sectors, areas of land much more rural. Many said that it should only serve as a brutal reminder from the horizon, and that it should be no closer than that. You could sit there and count as the skyline slowly thinned down, one crumbled building at a time. I was promised a family would take me in, but it was a 6 day hike. Entering the dead sector, I could half it. At this point of my travel I wasn’t even sure if there were any living people within a months walk around me...