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Illya Oz Jul 2016
The freckles scattered across your skin
Are like the stars upon the sky
Each one is special, unique
Different but still dazzling

There are too many to count
But you will try anyway
Getting mixed up somewhere
Between the moon and the milky way

They are all so beautiful
And are like no other
So don't try to cover them up
Or hide them from the world

*You never know,
One of those stars might be a galaxies
Ever since I was little I really hated all my freckles and it wasn't until recently that I started to accept them as part of who I am.
Illya Oz Sep 2016
The rain falls
Tip-tap
Drip-drop
Pitter-patter
Splish-splash

The wind howls
And moans
Like a wild beast
Calling out
With all its rage

The thunder sounds
Rumbling
Rolling
Roaring
Booming

The lightning
A waterfall
Of electricity
Crashing towards
The ground
Illya Oz Jan 2017
There is not one person
that isn't afraid
of the dark.
The fear
of the
deep
dark
abyss,


A fear of the unknown.
Illya Oz Jul 2016
There are always first times for things
Like the first time you took a step
Unguided by your parents
The first time you were kissed
By someone who wasn't family
Or even the first time you learnt to ride a bike
Without the training wheels on

But there are also first times for things that didn't
Like the first time your mother didn't tell you goodnight
Because she was too busy and forgot
The first time you didn't celebrate you birthday
Because you were getting too old
Or the first time you didn't see someone you love
Because they were no longer alive

And the worst part about these first times
Is that you don't see them coming
They are what always follow
The last times that you never expect

*But sometimes the first time you didn't do something
Can be more painful then the last time you did something
Due to her OCD my sister has not been able to touch me since I was about 7or 8. I still remember the last time she hugged me, but every day that she doesn't hug me seems more painful then that last time she did.
Illya Oz Sep 2016
I jump to my bed
To scared to rest
For the monster below me
Waits for my slumber

My mind moves quick
My heart beats faster
I lose all common sense
And let the fear take over

I shack under my covers
Waiting for it to all be over
I lie awake for hours
Keeping back the panic

Slowly
Gradually
Painstakingly
I fall asleep

~

I wake to the light
Through my window
Warm in my bed
Surrounded by nothing

My monster is gone
Not forever
But just for now
I smile with relief

Quite
Still
alone
I'm safe

*Well at least for one more day
Ever since I was little I have always been afraid of the monster under the bed.
Illya Oz Apr 2018
There are...
There are times
Where every day
Just seems darker
Than the last

Where every moonset
Every sunrise
Every new day
Just feels like another
Burden to bare

When you get out of bed
It's all the same
As the day before
And nothings changed
So what's the point anymore

The people that walk by
Always talking
Never listening
Going about their business
Like they are the center of the world
Like nothing could hurt them

But they all wear masks
No one shows their true face
Not to their best friends
Nor to their closest family
Sometimes not even to themselves

So why even bother getting up
Stay in bed today
Stay in bed forever
What's the point in trying
Why does it even matter
Getting out of bed in the morning is so much harder then it should be...
Illya Oz Sep 2016
The red balloon flies up
into the endless blue sky
Out of reach of the little boys
small frail hands
He cries for the loss
of his precious friend
His mother sighs
and tells her son
'You should have held on tighter'
When I was little my dad use to read me this story called 'The Red Balloon' about a boy called Pascal who found a magic balloon that became his friend and followed him around. In the book it was like everyone was trying to take the balloon away from him and in the end the balloon was popped by some bullies when it was trying to protect Pascal, which always made me sad, but then lots of balloons came and carried Pascal off into the sky. I still really love that book, though I think it may have been a movie first.
Illya Oz Sep 2016
I don't want you to leave me
I want you to always be by my side
I don't want you to disappear
Not be swept away by times tide

It's the only certain thing in this world
The hands of time will never stop
But the time I have is never enough
Please someone turn back the clock!

Your hair has greyed but your face kind
Your teeth are false but your words are true
Your smile is old but still as warm
Some day I wish I could be just like you

I want you to live for an eternity
But even an eternity has to end
I can do nothing no matter how hard I try
The scars of time will never mend

The memory of you will last forever
I will always remember our bond
So all I can do is wish you luck
In the world that is beyond
I wrote this poem for my grandpa, who just recently turned 80. He has lymphoma and spends most of his time is a hospital. I love him very much and he will always be a big part of my life.
Illya Oz Dec 2016
When your a child your mum says
"Time out!" And "Go to your room!"

But when your a teenager she says
"Get out of your room you need some time out!"
As a little kid my mum always told me to go to my room because I was misbehaving, but now she is always yelling at me for spending too much time in it.
Illya Oz Sep 2016
My friend once told me that they were trash,
And I told them their thinking was rash,
Becuase one man's trash is another man's treasure,
And you will be mine for forever and ever.
For my friend who always underestimates themself. I hope you can learn to see the good in yourself as well as you see it in others.
Illya Oz May 2018
And let flowers grow from the pages,
As though they are each a new life.
A story full of characters,
A garden full of lives.
War
Illya Oz Jul 2016
War
The soldiers are shouting, ever do loudly,
Representing their country, ever so proudly.
The children are crying, as gun shots fill the air,
As their parents promise to always be there.

The hospitals keep crowding with men that are dying,
Wives and children can't stop themselves crying.
The women are moaning, just singing a song,
'Why must we fight, can't we just get along?'

Cannons are firing, gun shots ring out,
All we can hear is shout after shout.
This war is pointless, why do we fight?
This battle I know, will certainly be tight.

It feels like this war will never end,
My battle scars will never mend.
And here I am in a hospital bed,
Because a bullet, when straight through my head.
Me and a friend wrote this one new year while waiting for midnight.
Illya Oz Oct 2016
They sit together
Hand in hand
They kiss each other
With their feet in the sand

People that walk by
All stop and stare
Talk in hushed whispers
Why are people so unfair

Just because they are
Both of the same gender
When they are together
They are seen as the offender

But they committed no crime
No law has been broken
But the way they are treated
Can leave them heartbroken

How could it be said
That their love is untrue
Or that being who they are
Is something new

Don't judge people
For things they can't change
Don't discriminate against them
Or call them something strange

*We are all people
No matter what
That seems to be something
That we all forgot
Yesterday was 'Coming Out Day' and I wrote this poem hoping to bring some awareness about it. There are so many people out their who are too afraid to come out because of the prejudice against LGBT+ people or the fear that they will be treated differently. We need to stop treating people differently because of their sexuality or gender, even if you don't mean any harm by it you can make people feel extremely uncomfortable. I hope that one day their will no longer be a need for LGBT+ people to come out, just as there is no need for a heterosexual or cisgender person to. I hope that be can all become equal.
Illya Oz Oct 2016
I pull at my hair
And scratch at my skin
You ask me why
I don't even know where to begin

The curls in my hair are all wrong
The colour orange just doesn’t belong
My skin looks all weird colours and mottled
The feelings inside I keep up and bottled

There is no reason for my depression
I find it hard to show my expression
I escape into the word of fiction
I stay so long it becomes an addiction

Being who I am doesn’t conform
To what others consider the social norm
People who know my sexuality
See me as an abnormality

I get terrified when in a crowd
Everyone just always seems so loud
I cling to people like a leach
My voice is weak without freedom of speech

I wish I could be normal
But that would just abnormal
I wish I could learn to accept
But in that I am so inept
I'm really tying to accept all my flaws and things that I don't like about my self. So many people no matter who they are or where they live are not happy with who they are. We all just need to learn to accept others and our selves despite our flaws.
Illya Oz Sep 2016
Why does your nose 'run' and your feet 'smell'?
Why do we call a building, a 'building' if it's already been built?
Why is it called a TV 'set' when you only get one?
And why does an alarm clock 'go off' when it starts ringing?

Why is it called a 'near miss' when you don't hit something?
Why does 'cleave' mean both to split apart and to stick together?
Why call it 'taking' a dump, when you leave something behind?
And if a 'vegetable' goes into a coma, is it called a person?
English is weird :)
Illya Oz Jul 2016
At some point in every child's life they will wish for the gift of flight.
They will want wings to soar through the sky,
following the birds on the breeze.
To escape all their worries and doubts by simply flying away.
But we are all human and are not capable of such things.
Knowing this we still naively dream of one day being able to fly on wings like birds do.
But maybe one day, if the many children in the world just keep wishing for the impossible, then maybe, just maybe a miracle will occur,
and one beautiful little child will have their wish granted and an angel will be born.
I have wanted to fly ever since I was little
Illya Oz Jul 2016
The lone wolf cries out
Howling into the night
Mourning his lost lover

He calles out to the sky
Asking to not be alone
But he is a lone wolf
Illya Oz May 2018
You belong with the stars in the sky,
But I wouldn't really want that,
Because then we would have to say goodbye.

So you'll just have to say on the ground with me,
And all we can do is think about,
The wonderful star you could be.

You would fill space with an amazing hue,
The colour of your eyes,
That Celeste Velato blue.

You would brighen the sky around you,
And when darkness would try take over,
I know you would always push through.

You would have a gravity so strong,
You would pull everyone towards you,
In a way that could never be wrong.

Your hydrogen and helium and nuclear fusion,
You would burn so hot,
Though it would be no illusion.

You would have a heart bigger then the sun,
So caring and so wise,
And loved by everyone.

You were meant to be a star,
So don't you ever forget,
Because to me you already are.
I wrote this for one of my amazing friends on their birthday.
Illya Oz Sep 2016
Our doubs make us feel caged
In our head's wars are being waged
The pain we hide behind our eyes
We will crumble before you even realize
We put on our best show
So that you will not know
Our soul are litted with scars you will never see
And we wait for the day we will cease to be
Illya Oz Oct 2016
You called me cupcake
Because that's all you saw
The sweetest parts of me
Not the the scars that I bore

I will call you a lion
Because of the strength in your heart
You were always so brave
So caring, so smart

But now we have both turned to mice
Too scared to fight our wars
Because you are not longer mine
And I not longer yours

This is not what I wish
Disassociated from you
Without a word spoken
To much isolation for two

I want you to know
That I still love you
Just not the way...
I use to

I want to talk
I want to speak
I want you to smile
So my world isn't so bleak

Just because your not
My whole world any more
That doesn't mean I don't
Want you to be part of it
I'm so sorry Micah, I hope if you read this you ever read this you can forgive me and still be my friend. I don't hate you and I hope you don't hate me either :) Thank you
Illya Oz Jan 2017
Where there is good
There is always bad

Where there is light
There is always shadows

So with a light that shines
As brightly as your
There are bound to be
Shadows that come along

But I know with the bright light
That you choose to share
with every one you meet
That you can overcome them all
Written for my good friend for her birthday.

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