Although filled with stormy grey clouds, the sky was still lonely.

It cried its rains relentlessly and endlessly.

The grief-stricken downpour drenched the beautiful green background that were the trees and flowers, which were already hardly visible with the fog.

Walking in white shoes through the muddy, boggy terrain, looking down to avoid getting the sky’s tears in my own.

I followed no thing but...

It can start off as love

It can begin as something pure

It can first be a bright warm light shining

But when love gives way to desire

It becomes lust

Then it becomes craving

Then it turns into a contamination

Then it transforms into a pitch black darkness...

The window didn’t close.

No matter how hard everyone tried to close it, it wouldn’t budge. My mom said she liked it open. Because she can see the place where she was going. It made my dad want to close it even more.

I looked out the window and saw the city below and the beautiful blue sky above.

The breeze softly sounded through and carried the busy city echoes into the tiny hospital room.

This ho...

My mother she is dead

Died lying in bed

My dad now is gone

When will he be back?

My brothers don’t know what to do

My friends are all quiet around me

I cut myself off for a time

But now I’m trying to be me again

My life isn’t the same no more

I don’t know why it had to change

But my mother is dead

And my dad is gone...

I love heights but abseil down a building? When did this dude even come up with this?

“It’ll be a memory”, he said.

“Don’t you think that’s a bit extreme?”, I asked him.

“I thought you loved heights?”

This dude is not teasing me right now….

“Yeah, but like roller coasters and hiking, not this!”

“It’s almost the same thing”

This guy lost his marbles.

“No way”

“I already bought the tickets”

“What? W...

The time has come once more

The pure white from the sky has poured

Covering the ground to create illusions

Ones of timeless creations

The pure white from the sky has poured

Every corner is filled and memories flow

Ones of timeless creations

Filling each with pride

Every corner is filled and memories flow

Remember the times of old

Filled each with pride

Never forgetting the prideful days of past...

She’s been looking at him for so long

She thought he’d be the only one

But at her breaking point someone else took the lead

The boy she thought was her main lead fell behind her in way of someone new

Someone who asked for her name and smiled and made her feel seen

She looked back to see the boy behind her, not seeming to give her a second glance

He became her boy of yesterday to make way for this ...

P.S. it’s not a poem…. Enjoy…..

I stood there frozen, not one idea what to do. I was trying to decide if I should regret what I had just done or not. He was standing right in front of me, his eyes piercing me, as if he was searching for something within me. His brown hair was swept to the right, he stood straight and still, his face not giving away any of the thoughts inside his head. He was so ...

So much has changed and we are all older

We like to act as if our lives aren’t shorter

So much is different but it just feels like the times

The times of comfort, pain, love, and hate. Lemonade of limes

We act as if we know where are lives are going to go

But we will soon meet reality and feel low

Still, in the present we don’t think

That reality is a bout that will always sink

So here is to us as...

*Dramatic groan*

“Angela, why are you still laying on the couch. Grab your things and let’s go!”

“No! I’m staying! There is no way I am going to go to this stupid camping trip!”

“Now Angela!”

Angela rolled her eyes and sighed as loudly as possible. This stupid camping trip was not something she wanted to do. Dirt, mud, sleeping on the ground, no decent bathrooms, and no wifi! No thank you! She dra...