A young princess stoops,
plucking a dandelion from the earth.
She smiles, twirling it between her fingers,
soon bringing the dandelion close to her lips.
Her message, she whispers to the tiny seeds.
Softly as can be she blows on the dandelion,
sending the cotton-white fluff
soaring into the cool breeze,
carrying her words, spreading her love
down on the citizens in her kingdom.

We're just becoming adults.
We're on the cusp of the rest of our lives.
Only two more months before we can leave this town and never look back,
Or to make this town our own and rule it how we want.
We can be unstoppable, pursuing our greatest passions and never giving up.
Do what you've always wanted to do now; they will be great stories in the end.
Do them today or else a year from now you'll be wishing you did.
Never forget where you came from.
There will be hardships - Goliaths trying to knock us down - but we will rise stronger than ever.
We may lose touch down the road, but remember it wasn't by choice.
Life just got in the way - university, careers, family are in store for us and they aren't bad for coming between us.
We've had many good adventures together, and all adventures must come to an end sometime.
Remember that you will always be on my mind; I love you now and forever; I will be hoping that your childhood dreams came true.
The next chapter of our beautiful story starts now.
Our future is here.

I watch her from my front room window
a mysterious girl with raven black hair.
She stops in front of my house
everyday on the dot.
She looks
left and right,
glances at her watch,
and waits for the city bus.

Today it is raining
dreary, depressing, and grey
and the mysterious girl with the raven black hair
walks up to the stop.
She's holding an umbrella
a bright flower in a field of dust.
She looks
left and right,
glances at her watch,
and waits for the city bus.

The bus rumbles up
it's exhaust pipe spewing grey smoke
like an angry dragon.
The mysterious girl with raven black hair
shuts her umbrella,
shakes it out,
and steps onto the city bus.

I often wonder where she goes,
what sights she'll see
what people she'll meet.

I think back to the days when I used to
look left and right,
glance at my watch,
and wait for the city bus.

But then
the unmentionable thing
happened.

And I,
unlike the mysterious girl with raven black hair,
will never wait for a city bus
again.

I hate this....

I feel so ignored

(and have been for a while)

by the one I love.


He says that he's not ignoring me

but I say different.

When we are alone, everything's perfect.

But with friends, nothing's the same.


Oh why do I have to be a wallflower,

hiding behind smiles,

looking like nothings wrong, when,

everything is.


I want him to acknowledge me,

to let me know I am still his

even though his is surrounded by all of his friends.


I'm glad summer's here.

Two whole months to forget about him

Two whole months to possibly find another love.

And if not, hopefully things will change between us

for the better when we reconnect.

And one day
I’ll cross the river
to my Father's land.
He'll come running to me
with a joyous smile
and a loving embrace.

He'll welcome me in
to the grandest party of them all.
One where there is no
hate or
tears or
pain.

Angels,
humans,
creature of air and water
the trees, the grass - all of nature
singing heavenly songs forever
to the One who created them all.

Walks in the garden
too splendorous for mortal eyes.
Talking with my Father
and finding the answers to
questions I never got answered
when I was alive on earth.

I’ll be finally home,
finally free to be me.
My heart will be full,
my body loved,
and my soul understood.
*I can’t wait for that day.

I always love falling asleep,
the moment where anything could happen in your dreams,
the moment where I can forget that my world is messed up.

When I'm sleeping,
I'm not sad,
I'm not angry,
I'm not lonely.
I'm happy.

I can forget I have scars on my wrists and on my heart,
I can forget that everyone at school hates me.
I can forget.....

Sleeping is my way of escaping from the pain of the world,
because some days all I want to do is sleep forever.

And then we never spoke again....