i wanted to care,
i wanted to care so badly,
but now i can't tell,
which feelings are real,
so i shut them all out,
until i feel nothing,
until i am empty

No means No!
Yes, no means No!
World of abusers can you hear this.
World of uncles can you hear this.
Yes, nope, nope means No!
Yes, no means No!
Rudeboy can you hear this.
Rude uncle can you hear this.

We are tired of this violence in our world!
We are tired of this male violence in our world!
Guys can you hold one another, be wise!
Guys, we were meant to be together can you be nice.
Nothing I can say about that world of married uncles.
Nothing much about this violence of married uncles!

Written By: The Senior Date: undefined

I love the smell of orange most.
It doesn't go well with purple,
but it represents everything I am not.

I make up for my lack of sunshine by wrapping it around me,
a neckerchief in any season.
I cover up the cracks that leak blue, the scent of
the sleepiest lavender.
I'd rather be gold, a heady sharp awakening - compared to the wispy breeze that settles on my shoulders.
I am tired of sleeping when I'd rather be citrus, shining.

A state park
In Tucson
wasn’t sure how long I’d be gone
half crescent Moon
shines so bright
The Stars too intimidated to compete
reflecting on the reflection of the Sun
in Tucson

I don't want to touch the clouds
because they will be torn apart
I don't want to touch the clouds
to feel the calmness in my palms

I don't want to touch the clouds
.,
I want the clouds to touch me

why is my body the only feature that pulls him in
yet his very presence makes me float and I require no more

The white snow falls
Onto the dull blue heron,
Turning it white.
Making it better.
The previous heron was filthy
Unworthy to be gazed upon
By anyone’s eyes.
The snow which fell upon
The dull blue heron,
Dirtied from the mud
Was truly a miracle.
To think that nature
Would even touch that disgusting
Atrocious being-
No, not being.
It is simply less than that.
Not a heron at all,
Let alone a bird.
Barely able to be called a creature,
And yet nature still purified it.
What a lovely story.

The dull blue heron walks
Covered in snow,
The waves of which
Never stop.
Snow falls, and falls, and falls,
And falls.
The mind of the heron
Is clouded.
Birds bite into the dull blue heron
Like bitter chocolate.
The heron cries.
Dull blue tears,
Fitting of a dull blue heron.

The heron is no longer blue.
The heron is now worthy
Of being called a creature.
The heron is white
And has been drowned,
As nature
And everyone
Wanted.
If it hadn’t happened,
It would have been better
For the dull blue heron
To not exist at all.

I hate what I see,
looking at my reflection,
staring back at me

I hate what I saw,
the numbers on the scale,
it destroys my
mental state of being

Why do I hate me?

why must i always
uncover the unknown—
is it not enough
to follow what i know?

or are you just
unknown to me?
incapable of showing
and preferring to leave.

I don't know whether it's the lights
or your eyes
but my heart is snowing white.

I wander through the woods
on a brisk Autumn evening.
Leaves growing crisp with frost
beneath my heavy boots
and light fading faster than
heat escaping from my head.

I stop.

Only the pines boast any greenery.
The rest of the trees' leaves create
a path that I've yet to disturb
with my trudging trail.
I shove knit-covered hands into my pockets
and release a foggy breath in still air.

I wait.

A slight rustle in pine needles is my clue.
I'll stay until my cheeks redden from the chill
and the sky releases snow as pale as my bones.
I'll wait for when leaves are crushed
yet I'm still as stone.
I'll leave now that I know

I'm not alone.

The stars don’t feel
They just exist
without regard for you
or your perception of them
They are raw energy
explosive chaos
bound only to the cold grip of
Time
Free of their shackles
they unleash hell
ancient flames
devouring worlds
that you will never know
or care
existed

Beyond your sight
the apocalypse means
nothing
From a distance
the universe is pretty
And our little star
shines on
a beacon of safety
warm and comfortable
until one day
it isn’t

dancing on its own rhythm,
battling between what it knows,
and all the unsaid feelings.

IA

it’s been so long
3 years maybe
since i’ve loved you

Painting the pictures I wanted to be in ~

Our life's lines are implied as parallels,
For they trace in the same direction
To our collective personnel's
profound destination:

As our life's lines are redrawn,
again and once again,
Our destiny's knotted into one,
A Triquatra till the end.

Know our lines stay parallel-
Though Infinite,  they'll never meet
In their never joining spell
Their truths within decept.

I unfurls to sail,
stretching my arms out.
Gust of ecstatic emotion surges,
silent agony fall to pieces,
torn & tattered.
I seek floating away,
unlatching imprisoned soul,
fleeing deep dark abyss.
Pity and regrettably,
I don't feel free.
I am wingless.
Silent, constrained, caged
trapped for life.

i love you,
and to prove it,
i need to end myself?
it's not  that I'm scared,
but i would die,
not knowing,
if you smiled,
when you knew,
i loved you more than myself

Every moment
Is more precious
Than a shining jewel

The play of afternoon sunlight
On high tide water

The gathering of birds
Perched atop a weather vane

The embrace of a loved one
After a shared struggle

The multi-coloured setting of the sun
Over silhouettes of winter trees

Steam rising
From a freshly made cup of tea

The swelling of hearts and dropping of tears
In recognition of a shared emotional experience

This world is full of more beauty
Than I could ever put into words

All that is required
Is surrender to one’s senses

A willingness to see all things
With wonder

The courage to open one’s heart
To the workings of the universe

i wanna be the only star in your night sky,
but im just not

Love dies
Just like a flower wilts

why is it so hard
pretending to be happy
all the time
no one notices
i feel like no one cares

your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you

His face
The sight brings a smile to yours
His eyes
You can stare into them forever
His lips
You wish you can kiss them
His hands
You wish you can intertwine them with yours
His mind
It intrigues you
His soul
You can love it for eternity
His heart
It doesn't belong to you

i love you
like experiencing
california
for the first time
palm trees and
unique synchronization
lax time
and all hours
with you
i have known your
grandmother in
a past life
maybe we share
the same souls
maybe it's you
at the center of
it all