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Kathryn Sep 2012
Are you ever too young to die?
Are you the perfect age when you die cause that's what God decided for you
Even if you were very small

Where do you go when you die?
Is heaven really a place for comfort,
And if so then why do we not want to die?

These are questions I wish I knew the answer to.
So I wouldn't be afraid,
Afraid to let go of life and go wherever we are meant to be
Kathryn Sep 2012
Flying in the sky
Quicker than the speed of light
It fills me with joy
Kathryn Sep 2012
With out the bad things what do we have to write about?
We would be and have nothing.
Our hardships and miseries make us better writers, they make us stronger, they make us who we are.
Kathryn Sep 2012
Darkness, that's all I see
Since the day I was born,
No colors but black.

People say look at the flower,
Or they tell me their favorite color is blue
I don't know what blue looks like so I say my favorite color is black

I can smell the fragrant air,
I can tell what perfume the teacher is wearing, and how well the janitors cleaned last night
My nose is very strong

I can use my ears better than anyone else,
So even though they don't know, I hear them whisper  about me,
I hear everything they say.

I am in constant darkness,
I have been since the day I was born,
I am blind.
Kathryn Sep 2012
What is the hardest thing you have ever done?
Was it running off for training,
Was it leaving me to go fight a war that is not yours,
Or was it leaving me forever when you promised to come back.

I will always wonder why you left in the first place
You told me it was to protect peoples freedom
But it must have been something more
And now that your gone I will never know the truth

When I got that letter telling me what had happened, I cried
I don't think I have ever cried that much in my entire life
I took my engagement ring,
and I hid it away where I would forget about it and hopefully you along with it

I never could forget about you though
Your smile and just us being together
I am sad you had to leave,
But maybe heaven is better than this messed up world I live in
Kathryn Sep 2012
Books are my favorite thing in the world
They are there when I need them
And still there when I don't

They help me escape
Escape to the most most wonderful places
Places you could never imagine

They can make you cry
Or smile, or laugh
They have no other friends besides you, the one who started reading them

They are full of the amazing words that fill you with joy and wonder
They are my refuge
And my best friend
Kathryn Sep 2012
Home is where you can sit down at the end of the day
Home is where you eat your meals
Home is where you tell your stories
Home is where you feel wanted

Moving is the opposite
Moving is running away from what is familiar
Moving is leaving your memories behind
Moving is going somewhere different

If you move do you still call that place home
Will it ever get easier
Change is hard and leaving everything behind is worse
But home is home no matter where you are
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