A year
Four seasons,
Two years
Eight seasons,
A me in the seasons
A you in me,
No one knew
But me.
Jan 24, 2021
Jan 24, 2021 at 9:39 PM UTC
Just because I'm the older sister
Doesn't mean I'm always positive
Doesn't mean I can't be sad
And doesn't mean 10 years old is very old
Just because my sister is younger
Doesn't mean I suddenly know everything
Doesn't mean I should suddenly give everything to my sister
And I sometimes get tired too
Just because I'm the older sister
Doesn't mean I've grown up
Is there a place at the table for me?
Jun 13, 2019
Jun 13, 2019 at 7:14 PM UTC
i hate the way you hurt me,
the way you make me cry.
i hate the way you hurt me
with that sly look in your eye.
i hate your stupid smile,
the awful grin you use.
when you see the way i look at you,
you always seem amused.
i hate the way you make me write
about you every day.
i hate the way you yell,
i hate every word you say.
i hate the way you hurt me
with every bruise you leave.
bruises on my soul
for everyone to see.
i hate the way you dress.
i hate the way you do your hair.
i hate the way you try to touch me;
it leaves a constant scare.
i hate the way you look at me.
i wish you were never there.
i hate the way you keep me up at night,
sweat collecting in my hair.
i hate the way you hurt me
May 21, 2019
May 21, 2019 at 8:17 PM UTC
Hello, I am back,
I was bored when I left,
That's why I came back!
May 19, 2019
May 19, 2019 at 7:46 PM UTC
It can sometimes fly
But mostly on windy days
It also has lots of color and shapes
It has multiple uses
And most used during Summer and Autumn
What am I?
May 19, 2019
May 19, 2019 at 7:42 PM UTC
Red Spider Lily flower,
Oh, Red Spider Lily flower,
With your red petals,
The color of blood,
I see you blooming,
With a stem but no sight of a leaf,
Also the poison you have,
Which reminds me of death,
I watch,
As the butterflies land on you,
And die,
Oh, Red Spider Lily flower,
You are the only flower I’m addicted to,
I loved you,
Since the first sight.
May 8, 2019
May 8, 2019 at 8:54 PM UTC
END
Another worst day of my life
The world once again stabbed me with a knife
It told me a lie
And I choose to DIE
May 7, 2019
May 7, 2019 at 11:07 PM UTC
I see blossoms sleeping everywhere,
Watching them out the window on my chair.
My Saturday morning always starts boring,
Suddenly I smell someone cooking.
Someone knocked on the door,
It’s my sister and told me she was poor.
Wanting my pocket money,
While asking for honey.
This is so boring,
I need to go dancing.
May 7, 2019
May 7, 2019 at 10:37 PM UTC