People are odd In many different ways we can be happy one day and depression the next we can be loving and angry the next but nothing is as strange as the world we live in trees lakes bears and birds these are the that make it beautiful but oh how we all have treat this world we burn and take down our trees and replace it with city’s and destroy the water that feeds this earth oh but most of all we harm one another from pity fights to full face wars oh how I wish this could not be but I’m just a girl who can do nothing more then to write for you all to see

Ae fond kiss, and then we sever;

Ae fareweel, and then forever!

Deep in heart-wrung tears I’ll pledge thee,

Warring sighs and groans I’ll wage thee.

Who shall say that Fortune grieves him,

While the star of hope she leaves him:

Me, nae cheerfu’ twinkle lights me;

Dark despair around benights me.

I’ll ne’er blame my partial fancy:

Naething could resist my Nancy:

But to see her, was to love her;

Love but her, and love for ever.

Had we never lov’d sae kindly,

Had we never lov’d sae blindly!

Never met — or never parted,

We had ne’er been broken-hearted.

Fare-thee-weel, thou first and fairest!

Fare-thee-weel, thou best and dearest!

Thine be ilka joy and treasure,

Peace, Enjoyment, Love and Pleasure!

Ae fond kiss, and then we sever!

Ae fareweel, Alas, for ever!

Deep in heart-wrung tears I’ll pledge thee,

Warring sighs and groans I’ll wage thee.

Work, Eat, Sleep, repeat, Repeat, Retreat, Take a seat

Follow the line, It will not lead you a stray, This is the path You’ve been told, don’t look away, This is the way to a better life you see, Commonly travelled, long before you and me, Not the one you want, the one we tell you, you need, Follow me, we will show you where you are meant to be,

Work, Eat, Sleep, Repeat, Repeat, Repeat, Retreat, It is not time to take a seat,

Don’t be afraid, I promise now, That feeling in your stomach, Will let you down, Please, don’t let us see you frown, We don’t like to hear the screams Follow the line Don’t you see, This is the city Of your dreams

• Julia

Wind howling Dead trees And the cemetery Where my best friend lies

Wind howling It’s only noon Broken clocks Dead grass

Wind howling Rotten fruit On the ground Next to the dead leaves

Wind howling Rapid dogs Attacking cats And no one stops it

Wind howling They run after me With knifes and Their pitchforks

Wind howling Sends me sprinting To the deputy office To be betrayed

Wind howling I’m stuck here For the next three years Their insults pierce

——- This is about middle school (so glad I’m out of there lol) I miss shadow queen so so so much. We were not close but I miss their stories so so so much. Okay Gn

Solace and solitude are found in the silence of streets, Serviced yet worn paths scattered Without symetry through sunless concrete canopies

People percariously perched upon park benches, Papers in crumples prance when prodded and picked up by the wind, Pigment pouring from the pores of fractured sidewalks

Time turns forwards towards travelers passing through But slowing to a steady tick of seconds for those who reside Nobody who lives here will ever see the light of day.

In shadows cast by neon lights, A city strange, both day and night. Its streets, a maze of whispered tales, Where dreams unravel, where hope pales.Towers rise like giants bold, Their secrets hidden, never told. Through alleyways, the echoes roam, Of distant lands and hearts unknown.In cafes filled with murmured schemes, The future flickers, a distant gleam. Lost souls wander, seeking solace deep, In a city where mysteries silently sleep.Yet in its strangeness, beauty lies, In every corner, under starlit skies. A tapestry of chaos, woven tight, In this strange city, where shadows dance in the night.

Sweet little autumn city Sidewalk littered with leaves I’ve never seen such marvelous things I just might never leave

Sweet little autumn city Churches and steeples and stores I hear the bells a ringing I think I’ll stay here some more

Sweet little autumn city A place I might never have known Down by the creek there are secrets Far more than just rocks have been thrown

Sweet little autumn city With people who stay in their homes Peeking through windows curiously This city just won’t let me go

Sweet little autumn city Whose streets are forever alone I’ve found where your bodies are buried Please, I am not yours to own

Let me go, sweet daydream Let me back on that train ride home Set me free, I’ll be careful To not travel back down this road

Farewell. I promise I will not return Sweet little autumn city I hope you burn

Lights in the windows Always lights Always strange blue birds in flight Reflecting as they’re flying past Century-old buildings built to last Pinky and puffy powder clouds Blue birds pass through, crying loud People bustling down below Watch the birds pass to and fro Blue birds bathe in iridescence Capturing the city’s essence Look closely at one in a tree It’s perched on all your memories Lights that change colors and fade Clouds reflect the mess we made But strange blue birds remain the same No one can tell you when they came

He arrived in the city on the 32nd of the month and the moment he stepped off the train the air began to tense up as though it knew that he was there.The sky swirled between a fierce navy blue and a wistful fleshy tone and the darkish clouds that floated amorously through it seemed to create their own little shapes.One was a unicorn,the other a racecar,one was a bloody piece of raw mutton.The sky was littered with birds too though they didn’t seem to be the most intelligent and constantly flung themselves from building to building as though hypnotised.James sighed and unfurled a polaroid picture from his pocket.It was exactly as he remembered it.Tattered at each edge and bleached with coffee rings and ink stains though each blemish on the glossy cover may as well have been a lipstick stain.Every night he’d stared at that picture it was as though he was staring into at something impossible like an infinite number of matchsticks but now each of those matchsticks seemed to swarm together until they created each peak of the buildings he gazed upon now.And it’s just as well too,he thought as he snuck the image back into his coat,because I’m just about to set it on fire.

Sometimes I meet people. Special people. In a crowd, They can blend in, But when you really know them you see: They’re different. In a quick conversation, You still might not notice. But talk a little more, And you’ll realize they aren’t like others.

They’re gifted with a special light. Sometimes they radiate with it, And you can’t help but see it. Sometimes you catch a glimpse here and there. Either way, Whether it shines through or not, They carry that light with them. And sometimes they share it with you.

When you are touched by that light, You find yourself carried on wings of joy and love, Off to a different place. The City of Hope.

The City of Hope is beautiful and wonderful. It has towers of golden happiness, Pillars of sparkling strength. It has velleys of luscious freedom, Flowers of blooming joy. It is the most perfect place you’ve ever been.

But it is locked to those without a key. Some are given a key by a friend, A family member, A lover. Some can create one themselves. Others remain ignorant of the gift they hold, And see that key as a worthless scrap of emotion. Some are given such easy access to the City, Yet never choose to enter. And some take that key, Explore the city, And share it with the world.

What will you do?