"A pen is mightier than a sword", they say.
But what does a pen do better than a blade?
Slay a dragon, slay a man
One draws blood and the other brings emotion.

"It's a waste of time", they all chimed.
A silly allotment of words that rhyme.
A metaphor lies deep inside,
To understand it, they lack insight.

"Why do you write?", they repeatedly ask.
"Is it for fame?Or just a fun game?"
I write to express what I fail to show.
It's my little escape from all the chaos.

                                                        -Wayward❤

I have so many apologies to the little girl hidden inside me
I hurt you a lot
I expected you to tolerate always
I brought more burden than you deserve
I made you cry when you wanted to laugh
I dragged you in depression when you wanted to smile
I forced you to stay strong even when you were getting weak
I was silencing your voice
You were tired and I still wanted you to do little more
I ruined you,  I ruined the little girl hidden inside me

When one thousand years has passed us by,
I hope mother earth is still beautiful
And there's fruit trees and grass so green,
And fresh air to breathe that's clean

There's animals alive of every variety,
fireflies, ladybugs, and honeybees
I hope there's an amazing blue sky,
with songbirds together flying so high

And I hope most of all flowers still grow,
and there's a winter with falling snow

Posessions
My posessions mean nothing
absolutely nothing!

I would give up every material thing
in my possession

Just to see my mother again

“Write”
-he says-
So that you may never forget.

Let the footprints
of your path
be the words
you once wrote.

Fill the white sheets
of paper
With rainbow colored
Ink.

Red
for love
Blue
for sorrow
Yellow
for happiness

Write about
The beach you once went to
The stars you see
The future only you can imagine

Write about
Love,
Loss,
HIM.
Write about him.
Write anything.

“Just write”
-he says-
Write so that you may never be forgotten.

Without thought or care of where he was going,
He flew into the eclipse!

Now he's miles and miles away from home,
in a brand new neighborhood

What of his loving family and friends?
Suppose they will wonder where he's gone,
and maybe they will hope he will phone

Anyway I feel so terrible,
Little honeybee's out there all alone!