Like a bonfire you are
hard to look away from.
I feel your warmth
even from afar.

Get too close
and your intensity
is vaporizing.

If only you could be
a firefly in a jar,
I ‘d let you out at night
to spread your light,

and I'd bask in the burn you ignite,

but by day
I’d keep you away

in a jar on a shelf.

The moon collapsed.

The sky fell numb.

Plentiful stars watched eagerly as the earth floor unfolded.

Our worlds slowed down.

Long enough to enjoy this catastrophe.

To reach into our throats and pull out promises.

Deflate our lungs with good intentions.

Fill our eyes with things to remember.

And to flood our ears with words unspoken.

Time stood still and glanced in our direction.

Adults ****,
Then you are one,
How fun.

Because when your young,
Your soo high strung.
And all you want to do is get drunk,
And act like a punk.

But then you don't realise that there other people,
Just like you and me,
Who want to feel...
Included.

But we're soo deluded.

Really,
Thats not the case.
Growing up isn't a race,
And there is no need for a chase,
And all you have to do is love your face.

**Because in society you aren't considered,
"ace".

Why this wind
loves us

If it disappears
for one minute

Millions will be
suffocated

Why this earth
loves us

If it stops
attracting

Can we imagine
our survival

There love is
Unconditional

may my delusions
be smashed

may my sanity
be restored

When I first
Saw snow flakes
They look like
Kind of cotton pieces
Light in weight
White in color

As leaves started
Changing colors
Into golden yellow
I thought of it's beauty
But, to my surprise they
Started falling
This is my first time
I have seen trees completely
Losing all of the leaves
But stay alive. It was wonder to
Me. How can that happen
Later I get used to it

Like a child I play with snow
Making snowman and hitting
Friends with snow *****

My childhood was snowless
Now I am fulfilling my desire
Because there is no age limit for
Having fun and joy

summer is disappearing into the ground
all her leaves are fading
she is becoming old, frail
once again she folds her bright clothes
and the grey winter blankets fetched out