He had to come back.

On a December afternoon
when the sun was more to west,
he landed on the most favorite place of his house,
the roof.

Just as he had imagined
the still winter air was abuzz with life.

Doves were pairing for a home
Green bee-eaters swooped on insects
Two herons kept following the grazing cow
Crows were busy with twigs and wires
High up beyond where paper kites could soar
Storks slow sunned their wings wet from the jhil
The cats warmed their furs before the cold night
The stray puppy gamboled with its mother.

Each piece had perfectly fitted the other
including the silently sleeping house.

He was tempted to walk down once
has she changed any little way?

He smiled to himself
then breezed away from the roof.

I have no words
For the fallen

I have no feelings
For the broken

For the fallen made others fall

And the broken made others broke

So when their crescent shine
Comes to a stop
The past fallen and broken on top

there was a boy
who was nothing but ink
he would speak
and words would

f
            a
l
            l

out from his mouth
words that nobody wanted to hear
because he said too much
people don't want to know him
anymore

I have a bad feeling that I'll never be on here again.
My parents might figure out how im on here.
or not.
maybe ill end up running away.
maybe not.
maybe ill move out at 16.
maybe not.
But somehow, i will evenutally disappear.
I hope someone remembers me..
But if no one does, thats ok too.
Im forgettable....

Wednesday, 22nd January, 2025                                                     Entry 3

Praise

The thing we all seek,

The thing that keeps us going,

The thing that takes over your self esteem.

Well, it may not be the thing that you want.
Deep down you know this.
But you will live in regret if you don't please them.
You make them happy,
Do what they want.
Because you need someone to fill your life with love.
Even if it's not real.

Praise
A fuzzy little feeling

Fills you with warmth

You spend it on someone who means oh so much

And hope for one day to feel the unconditional love
You give up your life happy with a smile,

To make sure it lasts until tomorrow

Praise


Its there when you need it

There for the taking

And we all want to feel

Like we are wanted

Praise

it makes your life worth just a little bit more.

Sincerely,
                  W.W

you're being irrational
you aren't being bullied
your parents are loving and caring... for the most part
you have lots of friends
you're "normal"
you're pretty
and you're privileged
and you have a lot
your friends have it way worse
you're overreacting

i let him read my poetry
as he flipped through the pages,
i hoped
he wouldn't recognize
the ones i wrote about him

out of anger,
out of rage
split the skin
in my thigh
the cut will represent the pain
that i can't bear to keep inside.